one sickle ~ f.w.

chapter 9

Y/N's POV

'Where to next, Y/N?' Fred asks me as we roam past the different shops at Hogsmeade. It's November. Weather getting colder and Christmas getting closer. There's a slight frost in the air and Fred and George walk either side of me in their cute bobble hats, their noses pink.

'You pick, Freddie.'

'Let's go to the Three Broomsticks, you can buy me that drink you owe me.' He replies with a playful wink. I can feel my face heat up.

Whoa, that was attractive. Dude, what? Snap out of it, Y/N, Fred is your best friend. Always has been, always will be. Nothing more. Why would you even think like that?

I'm pulled from my tangent when George waves a hand in my face, saying 'Helloooo? Earth to Y/N?'

'Hmm? What?'

'You kinda zoned out there.'

I mumble a 'sorry.' as we take a seat at a secluded table by the window. The atmosphere is warm and cosy, the type that makes you feel safe and calm. The other tables are full with cheery people having drinks and sharing stories together.

'Are you sure you're alright? Just relax, its the weekend.' George tells me with a worried look.

'Yeah, no, don't worry about me. I'm fine.'

Luckily Madam Rosmerta walks over to us before they can ask any more questions. She's quite tall with chestnut brown curls cascading down her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes scan over the three of us, as if she's wondering if we're scheming. She knows us, we were here last week. One of our best pranks.

'What can I get ya?'

'Three butterbeers please.'

'Alright, I'll bring those out in a minute.'

Madam Rosmerta walks away leaving us sitting there waiting.

'Thanks for the drinks, Y/N.' Freddie pipes up.

'Yeah, it's no problem.'

The small inn is filled with the lively sounds of drunk wizards and witches singing enthusiastically but way out of key, clinking of glasses and scattered conversation.

I wonder how Ron's getting on. Me and him have always gotten along. He feels like a little brother to me.

'How's Ron doing?' I ask, curiously.

'Alright I guess, I don't think he's having any problems.' Georgie replies.

'Have you even talked to him?' I reply, getting a bit riled up. Ron's their little brother, they can't just ignore him.

'Y/N, if he was having problems, he'd come and talk to us.' Freddie says, sternly. He takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair and I find myself wishing I could.

I need to stop thinking like this.

'Just as long as he knows we're here for him.'

'He knows, Y/N.' Georgie replies, matter-of-factly. They're getting annoyed with me. I leave the conversation there as I don't want to piss them off more.

'Three butterbeers, that's six sickles please. Bit of a tongue-twister.' She chuckles and I join in as I pass her the money. She makes her way back to the bar and I don't hesitate to take a sip of my drink.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see someone staring at me. It's Cedric. He grins and waves at me. I don't want to be rude so I wave back. Facing back to the twins who are sitting opposite me, I take another sip of my drink, trying not to meet their gaze. I lift my head to see Fred looking a little angry and George just frowning at me.