Mischievous Twins. [Fred Weasley FanFiction]

part three

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I wake up from the irritation of the sunlight beaming through the stale, glass windows. Huffing out of my nose before turning my body around to face the other way. "Get up! Get up!" Hermione pleads but quietly. I lay in my bed confused for a slight moment but then I remember the plans we had today. Suddenly a huge wave of excitement shoots through my body as I think about today. Going out with friends for the first time, seeing the twins again. Everything about it makes me so excited. I carefully turn around back towards the window facing Hermione's bed. "Jesus 'Mione!" I gasp, her long, curly brown locks are just inches away from my face as she's hovered over my body. "If you don't get up we will leave you behind." She whispers again trying her best not to wake up Parvati. Hermione slaps my arm and finally lifts herself away from me. I pull my body up and sit upright in my bed, scanning the room before me and finally catching a glimpse of Parvati.

I rub the tiredness out of my eyes and stretch the biggest stretch I've ever done. "What time is it?" I whisper to Hermione who already has her shoes on. "Blimey, doesn't take you long does it," I whisper in shock. "8:30, it isn't that early now hurry." She pleads again before slowly tiptoeing towards the dormitory door. I watch as she tenses up her face, hoping the door doesn't squeak. And within the next minute, she's gone. Though I'm excited about today I'm unsure if I can be bothered going. But I can't back out now. I fling my legs around to the side of my bed and slowly begin to pull myself off with my legs. Once I'm finally off it doesn't take me long to pick out a cute yet suitable outfit. I take out a warm orange knitted sweatshirt and a brown pleated skirt. Pairing it with some tights and black boots. I take my long, brown body coat and sling my arms through it, almost tripping over my own feet. Do I need a scarf? I question to myself, my eyes darting back at my bedside. I look down at my outfit and once more at the bedside before shrugging it off. I'm sure I'll be fine.

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"It's about time!" Hermione sighs from the sofa in the common room. I sheepishly smile at her and wave, which I receive the same from her, Harry and Ronald. "Don't you know Granger-" Fred butts in, his cockily, lanky self is leaning against the wall of the stairs just beside me. If he didn't say anything I wouldn't have noticed him there at all. "-The royalty needs approximately 2 hours to get ready." He laughs a little bowing down at me. I scoff and roll my eyes not feeling too impressed by it. "Do you always need to dress up like that?-" He speaks again. "-Short skirts and all?"  My eyes dart down to my skirt, worrying if it is too short. I don't want them thinking badly of me. I carefully move my hands to the bottom of my skirt and slowly tug on it. "Shut up Fred," Ron scoffs from the sofa. "You look fine Y/N, It's not too short." He gives me a half-smile before turning his attention away again. "Well if this is everyone, we should get going?" George suggests sending a friendly smile every one's way.

We exit the common room and brace ourselves for the moving stairs. The number one thing I hate the most about this school is these bleeding stairs. Everybody manages to get on before me but I feel a little hesitant. "Here," George laughs a little. He takes my hand in his and guides me onto the stairs. "You need to practice this more often," He warmly smiles, looking down at our hands before letting go. As I look away from George, my eyes meet Freds. An unpleasant scowl is placed upon his face. What the heck did I do to piss him off? The stairs aren't even moving. I look to my left and walk towards the side of the steps, planning to hold onto the bannister. But all of a sudden the stairs move again. Sending me flying. This reminds me of a not so fond recent memory. "Jesus newcomer." George cackles, unable to control his laughter as he wraps his arms around my waist. His entire body hovering over me from behind. "As I said, more practice." I can't even be mad at the stairs at this moment, George just somehow realised all that anger. I get back into my feet and we both break out in hysterical laughter. "Maybe you can coach me on it," I suggest, nudging his arm. I can't help but glance over at Fred again. He still has the same annoyed look on his face, but worse this time. The only thing I can think of doing is pulling a face back at him so I do. I purse my upper lip and raise my eyebrows, shaking my head a little. He instantly looks away and bites his bottom lip. My guess is that he's trying hard not to laugh.