Just a (not so) short Fred x Reader. Begins right before the Quidditch world cup. You're staying at the burrow with your best friends, Fred and George Weasley. (If anything is inaccurate, please message me and I will try to fix it, Thank you). I do not own you or any of the names mentioned in this story from the Harry Potter universe. You belong to you and Harry Potter and associates belong to JK Rowling.

"Believe me, I don't consider anything about your blood dirty at all," he smirked. I gaped at him. "You are infuriating." "What can I say," Malfoy purred. "I live to watch that little flush on your cheeks." Melody Taylor lived life like a pulled back fist, but never quite had the courage to punch. What happens when she is destined to do so? MalfoyxOC