The Moon and Mars (Fred Weasley x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 25

I got up and prepared myself for what was going to be the worst week of my life.  Thanks to Fred's trickster ways, I was stuck being buddy-buddy with him on his terms.  I knew this meant seven days of being his personal servant, which I was not the least bit excited for.  I was a bit hesitant to leave my room, and I wondered that if I just hid in there during breakfast, I'd buy myself a bit of freedom.  However, my stomach disagreed with this idea, and soon enough I was leading myself out of the common room and to the Great Hall.

"There you are!"  Fred's cocky voice said as he sat down beside me at the Gryffindor table, "Now, before you start eating, I need you to take this."

He gave me a small vial, "What is it?"  I asked.

"Veritaserum."  He answered, as if it were no big deal.

"I'm not taking a truth potion, Fred!"

"Yes you are, because I want you to be genuinely nice to me this week, instead of pretending to be."

"What do you achieve from me being actually nice instead of fake-nice?"

"I like seeing you suffer, obviously.  I would've done the same if I lost.  Now take it."

I sighed before adding a drop of the potion into my morning tea.  I took a nice long sip and looked back at Fred, who was eager as ever.

"Alright, let's test it out.  How do I look today?"

I eyed him closely before answering.  I'd tell him he looked normal, that wasn't a lie.

"Dashing."  I replied, closing my mouth as soon as the word left my mouth.

He smiled, "Really?"

"I meant flattering- no!  Attractive- damn it!"

"Keep it going, keep it going.  I'm loving this."

"I just like the way your hair is parted, it compliments your facial structure.  You should part it that way more often."

He cackled as I hit my head on the table in shame.  I really didn't want to say any of those things, but the words flew out of my mouth anyway.

"We should do this more often, don't you think?"  He asked.

"No!  Now if you'll excuse me I am going to leave for class."

"Why so early?"

I would've said 'tutoring' or 'I have to ask my teacher a question', but those were lies, and I was incapable of saying one at the moment.  But I'd have to think of some sort of excuse, or else Fred would keep me with him for longer, and I was not about to share anymore embarrassing thoughts with him.

"Neville."  I muttered, pointing at the shy, brunette boy.

"What about Neville?"

"He asked to see my notes before class."

This was true, however I didn't necessarily specify when he asked, because I didn't have to.  Neville actually did ask to see them, though, a few weeks ago when he had forgotten to do a page for Potions.

He groaned, "Alright then, go.  But meet me in the Quad after class."

"Why?"

"I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

Questions?  Absolutely not.

"Fred, I told you I'd be nice to you this week, but I never said I'd let you interrogate me.  I won't let you ask me anything."