Pranks {Fred Weasley}

9. WE THINK HE'S TRYING TO DROWN HIMSELF

| CHAPTER NINE |

WE THINK HE'S TRYING TO DROWN HIMSELF.

LUCKILY, HARRY WASN'T INJURED BY the Quidditch accident. The same couldn't be said for his broomstick and Oliver Wood's hopes and dreams. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain had practically locked himself in the changing rooms, the only sound coming out was from the showers. 

After the game ended and Harry was promptly taken to the Hospital Wing, Gabrielle West went off to find Kara whilst Alexia followed the Gryffindor team (apart from Oliver, of course) to the Hospital Wing. She certainly wasn't heartless and hoped that Harry would make a speedy recovery, after all, the boy had never done her any wrong so she saw no reason to hate him (unlike her cousin Draco, of course, who seemed to despite the boy just for breathing). 

The black haired girl stayed close to the door as she heard the Gryffindor team and Harry's friends talking to him and by the sound of his voice, he was already awake, "Where's Oliver?" Alexia picked up on Harry's confused tone.

"Still in the showers," Fred stated, "We think he's trying to drown himself."

Alexia couldn't help but laugh under her breath, the sound install caught Fred's attention and his head turned to the side, his eyes widening in shock when he spotted the Slytherin princess standing there, arms folded across her chest, leaning against a wall closest to the door.

Alexia nodded at him in greeting before she grinned in amusement when her eyes landed on an annoyed looking Madam Pomfrey, storming over to the large crowd around Harry's bed. 

"Give the poor boy some space," Her voice caused Fred to jump in surprise as he finally tore his eyes away from Alexia, "Go on, off you go," Madam Pomfrey ushered them out, sending a pointed look at Ron when he tried to linger back. 

Alexia received a few shocked glances from the Gryffindors that walked past her out the door, but she didn't care, instead, she stayed in her spot until the twins walked over.

"How is he?" The black haired girl questioned, her voice catching them both by surprise. Sure, Fred had noticed her, but he certainly wasn't expecting her to talk to him, certainly not by choice.

He opened his mouth but no words would come out, instead he just moved his jaw up and down like a fish. George laughed at his twin's behaviour as he took a step forwards, "He's alright," He informed the Slytherin, his voice box actually working unlike his brother's, "Madam Pomfrey says he needs to rest, but he's pretty uninjured."

Alexia nodded, feeling a tinge of relief at the news, "That's good," She stated, her voice as smith as butter, "Looked like a nasty fall."

"Yeah, he's okay..." Fred finally spoke up, as if he miraculously received his voice back, "But I did get hurt pretty bad in the storm," He grinned mischievously, leaning slightly closer to the black haired girl, clearly trying to get her to place a kiss on his cheek.

Alexia raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Oh really?" She asked, clearly not believing it.

Fred nodded, his bottom lip pouting, "Really," His eyes lit up when he noticed the Slytherin taking a step forwards, but before he could even think about the feeling of her plump lips on his cheek, Alexia had moved around him, stood up on her tip toes and placed a chaste kiss on George's cheek, catching him by surprise.

Pulling away, she sent a quick wink at Fred then she turned around, her ponytail flying over her shoulder and almost hitting the gobsmacked boy right in the face. With that, Alexia walked away, keeping her eyes forward no matter how much she wanted to look back, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Merlin's beard," George breathed out, his eyes wide.

Fred whacked his brother's elbow, "Shut it."