Fred Weasley Imagines

Sweet Fights - pt. 3

If the world could see hell, they would just have to look at you right in the eye because you were completely pissed off.

Not only did the vertigos prevent you from playing Quidditch but you also had to drink up a potion every 8 hours.

It sure wasn't fun. It wasn't and you were furious not only at yourself but at the two bloody red heads laughing at their table like nothing that they had done that day hasn't happened.

You knew they were pranksters. The biggest in Hogwarts but you preferred to face problems head-on than to drag them and push them in the black hole.

But there was something that was lingering in the back of your mind. That one thing that would make them realize what they have just done to you.

So the next day you didn't take the potion, you were supposed to. You wanted them to know what they did to you, not only physically but mentally as well. You didn't really mind the vertigos as they started to fade away sooner. The pain wasn't immense anymore and just a few headaches visited you during the whole day.

But nothing that day happened. Not a single headache or a poke in the head.

No potion and you were completely fine. You waited a few more days to see if it was really true and you were correct. No more headaches.

Your joy was far bigger than the Weasleys and the prank you had set out for them. The only thing you wanted was to get back on the field and return the favor to them.

Madam Pomfrey was the first to clear you off of your vertigos but she still preferred for you not to play. But convincing as you were both Dumbledore and Professor Snape gave you clearance to go back on the field.

Professor Snape supervised the first training you had and nothing big happened to it. It was just a caution and you were completely fine.

Before the next game, which was against Ravenclaws, approached, everybody decided to go on a Hogsmeade trip. This was your first and you weren't really taken by it. There were only pubs and shops, something you find everywhere in England.

After an hour of third-wheeling with your friend Tilly and her boyfriend, you decided to take a left to a path that was leading far to a small cottage. It was old, of course, but something was pulling you towards it. Maybe it was the mystery or just the fact that you felt some dark magic radiate from it.

Just as you were about to walk in, you bumped in who else but one of the famous redheads. The ground underneath you disappeared and the next thing you knew, you were in a pile of snow looking up at the grinning prankster.

" Need a hand?" he smiled, offering you his gloved hand while you only glared and huffed.

" From a great lad like you? No thanks." ou tried to get up from the snow but was quite buried in it.

" You sure?" he laughed as you continued to struggle, almost getting on your feet but feeling the ground covered in ice.

" I think..:" you panted, catching your balance. " I'm quite capable.." you continued finally standing on your own two feet. "...getting up by myself." you looked up, stepping forward, slipping yet again and falling right in his arms.

" Stubborn." he chuckled, holding you in his arms while you continued to struggle with the icy ground. " Capable, huh?" he grinned, finally putting you on dry steps of the pub and taking a long look at you.

You had frozen, red cheeks that perfectly pointed out the color of your eyes. The cap on your head was holding on to it loosely and the ends of your hair were completely wet from the snow. There was a small glimmer in your pupil, something that made his breath take away immediately without him knowing.

" You-you." he stammered a bit, something he has never experienced before. " Your hat is a bit - here let me." he placed his hands on your hat and pulled it down to cover your ears.

" Taking care of me, Weasley?" you grinned and watched him scoff in return.

" Because you're so CApaBLE doing it on your own." he mocked and you laughed, playfully punching him in the shoulder

" Shut up. I really got it."

" Yeah, I saw." he smiled and jumped off the step. " Want to go on a Butterbeer?"

" With you?"

" No, with a Boggart." he rolled his eyes and offered you a hand. " But I would watch out those steps if I were you. Quite slippery." he continued to mock to which you only slapped his hand away and walked forwards.

" Capable." you quirked an eyebrow at him and started walking backward. " So you coming or what?"

He beamed and started walking after you but as soon as he caught up you felt a strong pain in your left shadow of the head. You stopped and squeezed your eyes shut.

" You alright?" he looked at you and you shook your head.

" Yeah. Just a bit- Agh!" you fell on your knees and felt the pain grow larger by the second.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. It felt like no migraine has ever before. Was it because you didn't take the medicine this morning? But you did it all the time and it didn't hurt as much as it did today.

" AGHH!" you screamed and Fred ran towards you. " It hurts! " you said and held to your head. It wasn't just the left shadow, it was right as well, and the back of your head.

" What does?!" he asked and you kept letting out sounds of pain.

" My head! It hurts!" you took a hold of his arm and squeezed it so tightly that he was the one letting out a moan of pain.

It hurt. You wanted to die how much it hurt.

" (y/n)! Calm down! You're making it rain."

" Can't you see I can't!!" you screamed at him and the pain enlarged itself twice as more that you were now crying. " What did you do to me, Weasley!" you blurted out without thinking and now gripped the cold snow beneath you.

" What?" he stared at you with bewilderment and a few more figures ran outside where they heard screaming.

McGonagall came kneeling down to you. " Miss (y/l/n). What's wrong?" she asked worriedly and you now grabbed her arm, squeezing it tightly.

" Aghh! It hurt- it hurts!" you sobbed and she took hold of your hand.

But by now you were in so much pain that you didn't know what you were saying. It just hurt so much and you couldn't do anything about it. " It's all your fault!" you screamed at the red-head. " You and your stupid Bludger knocking me off my broom!" you continued to shout while Professor McGonagall kept saying something. But the pain hit and you continued to scream at him. " You ruined me!" you shouted and it started to pour rain.

" (y/n). You're causing a storm." she spoke but you continued to stare at the redhead, your eyes completely filled with tears of pain.

" I don't care! He ruined me!" and so you turned away and started to breathe quickly, almost falling out of breath.

You felt a hand take a hold of your shoulders and you turned around to see gorgeous emerald eyes. " (y/n)! What's wrong?"

" Harry! It hurts." you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

" It's just a headache, (y/n). You're strong. You can take it." he spoke in your ear but you couldn't hear it. The storm raged and the lighting became stronger. " (y/n), you're making a storm!"

" I DON'T CARE!" you screamed. Your brain was beating as fast as your heart. It felt like your head was about to explode inside your skull. It hurt and all you hear was muffled voices and a beeping sound like a bomb was about to go off.

And when there was no more pain you could take, it all went dark.