How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
summary: relationships had never really been your thing. but when you're given an assignment to lose a guy in no more than ten days you're not really given much of an option...
relationships weren't really down his ally. he was more of a lets have a fun one night stand then never talk again. but when given the opportunity to win a little extra money and have a more relaxed end to a year, fred weasley couldn't possibly say no...
warnings: a lot of fluff (if you've seen the movie you know what i'm talking about), use of y/n, some cursing, a little bit of angst at the end, more fluff because that's how much fluff is in this, reader is a ravenclaw
a/n: holy crap it's been so long since i've posted, rant at the end of this. also got the idea for this after my prom, i used the dress i wore for outfit inspo :))
“Oh Cho, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.”
“She’s going to fail me isn’t she? Trelawany’s going to fail me.”
“Hey,” you said, giving your friend a stern look, “You are not going to fail her class. You’re going to show up, and make a good impression, and she’s going to pardon you. But you’re not failing.”
Cho sniffed, “Oh what would I do without you,” she said, embracing you in a tight hug.
“Absolutely wilt into a puddle?” You muttered under your breath.
“Nothing nothing,” you said quickly, whisking her away, “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
You dragged Cho out of the common room, checking your watch as you left. You hated being late, but with Cho’s current predicament, she wasn’t going to be going anywhere without any sort of encouragement.
“Not too well,” you said, glancing over your shoulder as Padma caught up to you, handing you a cup of tea.
“Oh come on Cho, he wasn’t worth it!” Padma said, frowning at Cho.
Cho wiped away a tear, bringing her tea to her lips, “I suppose not, but oh he was so, perfect.”
“See, I think you’re getting prefect and perfect mixed up. Prefect he may be. But perfect certainly not,” You said, a smirk hidden on your face.
Padma giggled behind her hand as Cho pouted at you, “It’s not funny! This keeps happening to me! Why does this keep happening to me? Is there something wrong with me?”
You and Padma exchanged looks, both going uncharacteristically quiet. Cho looked between you two, concern flooding through her face.
“What? What is it? What’s that look?”
Padma scratched the back of her neck, trying not to look at Cho, “Well… You remember what we talked about with Roger? How you scared him off because you happened to use a certain L word?”
Cho’s mouth dropped open, “What! But that’s not fair I waited this time!”
“Until?” You asked, raising a brow.
Cho bit her lip, “Well, it was a rather passionate moment. Very, heated, and I suppose it slipped.”
You stopped, turning to give Cho a single look before continuing to walk.
“What?” Cho said, following after you, “Is that bad?”
You sighed, walking into Professor Trelawany’s room.
“Ah ladies there you are, I was just about to begin the class,” she said hovering towards you.
“Good morning Professor, I hope we aren’t too late,” you said, taking your seat.
“Oh not at all, I sensed these things, foresaw them earlier in the week,” Trelawany said, pouring you your tea, “Now, drink the tea, read the leaves, and tell me what you see.”
Cho drank her leaves first, placing her cup in the middle of the table. You peered into the cup, exchanging a glance with Padma.
“Ah, I see, I see!” You said dramatically, bringing your hands to your temples.
“What? What!” Cho said, frantically trying to look into her own cup.
“I see you losing another in the next ten days!” You said, laughing as you faced a very disgruntled Cho.
“Very funny, it makes me laugh so hard my sides may split,” Cho said, crossing her arms.
“Has it been another Cho? Who was it this time?” Trelawany said, looking over her nose at her disheartened student.
“Ah yes, a fine boy, quick and sharp in body but not so much with mind. I wouldn’t worry too much about a boy like that Ms. Chang. But do not be discouraged, because what may seem like the end may not always be the end.”
Cho blinked, “Uh, yes Professor.”
Trelawany smiled blinking at Cho before turning to you, “Now Ms. Y/l/n, drink the tea and Ms. Patil will read your leaves.”
You drank your tea, giving Padma a mischievous look. You handed her your cup, ready to hear whatever nonsense she was preparing to throw your way. Padma looked deep into your cup, taking in every detail, thinking hard about what ridiculousness she was going to tell you.
“Ah! I see that you will find a man, annoy him to his wits end, and lose him in ten days,” she said smugly.
“Oh, pity,” you said with a smirk on your face.
“Hm, let me see the cup,” Trelawany said, reaching for your prophecy.
Padma handed her the cup, trying to suppress a smile. Trelawany studied the cup diligently, with much precision and care. She turned the cup, looking at her from different angles, bringing it closer and further from her face to take in every detail. She sniffed the leaves letting the aroma reach her head. She put the cup down, looking deep into your face, making your shift in your seat.
“Ms. Y/l/n I have an assignment for you.”
You blinked, “For me specifically?”
“Yes, Ms. Patil has seen true and clear, and I wish for you to obtain yourself a man and try to drive him away in no more than ten days, then I wish you to record his reactions to each annoyance you provide him with,” Trelawany inhaled deeply processing her own assignment for you, “Yes, that is your task.”
You gave her a nervous laugh looking between your friends, “Listen Professor, as much as I respect you, dating isn’t really down my ideal path, and I don’t particularly have any plans doing anything like that anytime soon.”
“Alas, one's plans may not have nothing to do with what their prophecies have in store for them,” Trelawany smiled, turning her back to you, “I want an essay of your findings in no more than ten days.”
You looked at her mouth agape. What had just happened? What did Padma just get you into? You grumbled under your breath. If you ever got out of this assignment alive, you swore you would taint Padma’s hair green for at least a month.
“Oh come on, how hard could it possibly be?” Fred said, tossing a fanged frisbee into the air.
He was laying under the shade of a tree by the lake. He, his brother George, and Lee had just come from the Gryffindor dance lesson in preparation for the yule ball, and George was panicking about having to ask a date to the dance.
“You’re so funny Fred. Just because you could pick up any girl you could possibly want by no means means that I could,” George said, slumping against the tree.
“Of course you could! We’re practically the same person, you just happen to have a little less charm,” Fred said, sitting up.
“Yeah, and a little more filter,” George grumbled, as he snatched the frisbee from Fred.
“Who do you plan on taking anyway George?” Lee said, grabbing the frisbee from George’s hand.
“Oh Ange is light work,” Fred huffed, swiping his frisbee back from Lee.
George rolled his eyes, “Yeah but this is coming from the guy who’s flirted with practically all of the female population of Hogwarts. You could probably find a date in less than a week.”
“Yeah, but could he make her fall in love with him?” Lee said, mischievous glint crossing his eyes.
Fred stopped, turning to face Lee, “Course I could, what are you talking about?”
“I dunno Fred, being a sweet talker doesn’t necessarily get a girl to fall in love with you,” George said, smiling at his brother.
“I bet, he couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him by the time of the yule ball,” Lee said, exchanging a smirk with George.
“I could too!” Fred said, scrambling to his feet.
“Yeah? Well then let's see you try,” George said.
“Hold on,” Fred said, looking between the two, “What’s in it for me?”
George thought, pursing his lips, “Alright, if you win you get seventy percent of the profits from the bets from the tournament. If you lose, you have to take over all the work for the bets for the rest of the tournament.”
“And,” Lee said, “I’ll do all your assignments till the end of the year.”
Fred smirked, crossing his arms to extend a hand to both of them, “Gentlemen, we’ve got ourselves a bet.”
“Where on Earth am I even supposed to find myself a guy, even if it is just for ten days,” you said, as you walked with Padma and Cho to dinner.
“Well, someone is holding a party in the room of requirements tonight so…” Padma said.
You sighed, “I suppose so.”
Dinner passed a lot faster than you had been hoping for it too, and before you knew it, you were dressed and ready to go to the room of requirements.
“I feel ridiculous,” you muttered as you tried to pull down the scandalously short skirt Padma had given you.
“You look hot, and like you’re out to break some hearts tonight,” Padma whispered to you, moving your hands away from your skirt.
The three of you walked into the room of requirements, greeting some people as you went. You found an empty table, ordered three firewhiskies then surveyed the area.
“Oh he’s cute,” Cho whispered as Dean Thomas walked by.
“Yeah, not half bad. But isn’t he into that Weasley girl?”
“Oh, you’re right,” Cho said, as she watched Dean walk off.
“What about him?” Padma said, quietly pointing at Blaise Zabini.
“Seriously?” You said, raising an eyebrow.
Padma’s eyes traced the room again before she paused, “I’ve got it, him.”
Yow followed Padma’s gaze, unsure of who she was talking about until your eyes landed on the Weasley twins. Your mouth dropped open before you turned to Padma.
“Are you joking? The Weasley twins?”
“Well, not the twins, just one of them,” Padma shrugged looking back at them.
“They are fairly good looking,” Cho said, attention now turned towards them.
“What? You’re insane. And doesn’t George have a thing for Angelina Johnson?” You said, gaze not following your friends.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean Fred is attached,” Padma said, pulling a smirk onto her face.
“Oh he’s a full meal on his own,” Cho said, cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
You shook your head in disbelief, “Okay, you do realize we’re talking about Fred Weasley here right? Fred Weasley, the biggest playboy in all of Hogwarts.”
“Yes,” Padma and Cho said.
“What is the logic here?” You said with incredulity.
“The logic,” Padma said, finally turning to face you, “Is that it’s Fred Weasley. The biggest playboy at Hogwarts. He wouldn’t be looking for anything serious. You could probably drop him sooner than Cho could drop any regular guy.”
“Sorry. Plus, he’s like, super hot. If you’re going to need to date a guy to finish a homework assignment he might as well be hot, right?”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I suppose so.”
“Perfect! Then it’s settled. You’ll date Fred Weasley for ten days, then annoy him till his wits end.”
“Yeah, something like that,” you said absent mindedly.
“Hey, you want a good grade on this assignment, right?” Padma said, looking at you sternly.
“Of course,” you said, shaking your head.
“Good, then go work your magic on him,” she said, pushing you in his direction.
You had no idea what this was, but it certainly didn’t feel like any magic that you’d ever known before.
Fred showed up at that party feeling more than confident that he could easily bring a girl back to his dorm room with little to no effort. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe this wasn’t going to be as simple as the thought. See, he was used to sweet talking a girl, getting her to follow him back, then having a one night stand. Past then, he never spoke to the girl ever again, with perhaps the few exceptions that they happen to be in his classes. If he was expected to make the girl fall in love with him by the yule ball, which was in ten days, he couldn’t just let her be a one night stand. He would have to charm her, make her want to stay. Make her fall in love.
“Nervous lover boy?” George said, looking at his twin.
“Me? Nervous? About a girl? Never.” Fred scoffed, taking a swig of his firewhiskey, “So, who’s the lucky girl going to be?”
“Scouting now,” Lee said, looking around the room before his eyes suddenly stopped, “Hey, she’s not half bad.”
“Huh?” Fred said, turning to follow Lee’s head.
His eyes landed on you, and the second he saw you, he knew it was going to be a cinch. He had absolutely no idea who you were. But he’d charmed plenty of girls that had a similar demeanor and were certainly not as pretty as you were.
“Who’s that?” Fred said, eyes trained on you.
Lee shook his head, “I have no idea, but I’m starting to wish I were in your shoes.”
“Too bad mate, looks like this one’s mine,” Fred said, as you began to walk towards them, “I’ll see you on the other end of one completely enamored girl.”
Fred gave them a cheeky grin before turning to walk towards you, meeting you in the middle of both groups.
“Well if it isn’t one of the infamous Weasley twins,” you said with a sly grin, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Fred shrugged, casually, “Certain pretty girl in front of me caught my eye, I just couldn’t resist,” He said, smiling coyly at you, “I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”
“I meant your name,” you said, picking a piece of lint off his shoulder.
“Ah, you wound me,” he said mockingly, “And you are?”
“Cute,” Fred said, putting his hands in his pockets, “And, uh, I’m not talking about your name.”
“You flatter me,” you said.
“Perhaps,” he said with a shrug, “But you make it so easy.”
“Are you always so smooth with the lines?”
“Are you always this quick with a hit?”
You laughed softly. You’d heard stories about Fred Weasley and his many tactics to get a girl all flustered, but you hadn’t realized how right they were.
“Say, you feel like getting out of here?” Fred said, looking at George and Lee.
“I have no attachment,” you said, looking towards Padma and Cho.
“Then let’s,” he said, offering you an arm.
“Let’s,” you said, comfortably slipping your arm into his.
As you left arm and arm, you shot Padma and Cho a disbelieving look as Fred shot his brother and Lee a wink. Both plans had been put into action, and not a single person knew how much trouble it might spark.
You followed Fred to his dorm, which was surprisingly neat for a group full of teenage boys. Especially considering that Fred was always testing and making new products for his business with his brother.
“You want anything to drink?” Fred said, leading you to his bed.
“No, I'm alright thanks,” you said, looking around the room, “Are these all your products? The ones you have with your brother?”
Fred followed your gaze towards a pile of extendable ears, “Oh, yeah those are a work in progress. Extendable ears. They help you hear things from miles away.”
“Hm, interesting. You make and develop all the products?”
“Yup, everything’s hand made. At least for the moment, until we can figure out how to do things a little less manually,” Fred said, picking at a half finished extendable ear.
“I’ll bet you’re quite good with your hands then,” you said, inching closer towards him.
“Yeah, some could say that,” he said, a hint of lust clouding his eyes.
“You feel like showing me what they’re capable of?” You said as you began to crawl on top of him.
“That depends on what direction you feel like going,” Fred breathed as he lowered down on his bed.
He pulled your face towards him, bringing your lips to his. It started slow, just a light brushing of lips against lips, then got heavier, more needy, more desperate. Midway through you had to remind yourself that this was all a part of an assignment. You didn’t actually want Fred Weasley. Despite how good it may have felt. You just wanted the good grade, and in order to do that, you had to make this as difficult as possible for him. You pulled away from him, breathing heavily from the lack of breath.
“Fred,” you whispered, feeling the weight of his chest rise and fall from under you, “I want you to make love to me,” you said, cringing even as you said it. This was all so out of character for you that none of it felt quite right. That being said, Fred did make it feel, comfortable, and rather erotic.
From underneath you Fred paused. He was supposed to be making you fall in love, this wasn’t just supposed to be a one night stand, not like all the other girls he’d gone through. How was he supposed to do this? He’d never told a girl no, especially not if they were as good looking as you.
“Uh, Y/n,” he said, trying to find the right words, “As much as I want that, probably as much as you do, I think we should take it slow. Start with a makeout, here and there, take some time to get to know each other, talk to each other, about how we, feel.”
Fred Weasley had never felt more contradicted by his own sentence. Letting that sentence leave his mouth felt stranger than taking a puking pastile without the correct remedy waiting for him on the other end.
You pushed yourself off of him, mildly grateful that you wouldn’t be doing anything more than you just had, “You’re right. Perhaps we should, go on a date and, get to know each other a little better before jumping right in.”
“Yeah, that sounds, right,” Fred said, more asking a question to you than confirming your comment, “Here, I’ll walk you down.”
He led you through his dorm until you had walked down the stairs and were waiting at the foot of the portrait. He stood from the balcony above waving you goodbye as you blew him a kiss.
“You’re already falling in love with me,” he muttered under his breath, sending you a wink.
From the portrait door you gave him another wave goodbye before turning to leave, murmuring, “I’m going to wish you were dead. Poor guy.”
“So how did it go last night!” Padma said, practically bouncing off the walls.
You’d come back to your dorm late that night. Not late enough that Padma and Cho were asleep, but late enough for what you were saying to be incoherent for them. So now that they were both fully awake and fully attentive, they wanted every detail possible.
“It was…not what I was expecting,” you said, smoothing out the hem of your skirt.
“Not what you were expecting in what way?” Padma asked, coming to sit next to you.
“I dunno,” you said, eyes trained on the floor, “Fred Weasley’s always sort of had this reputation of being a guy that has these wild one night stands, girls will go to him for a ‘fun time’, but he never looks for anything ever serious. So for him to say that he wanted to take it slow? Get to know me better before escalating the, well whatever is going on between us. Weird, don’t you think?”
Padma shrugged, “Maybe, but the whole point of your assignment is to drive him crazy anyways, if he were flaky from the start then there would’ve been absolutely no way that this would work.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” you said, shaking your head, “I suppose now that I’ve gotten the awkwardness of the first night over it’s just down to the actual task, I mean, that’s what’s supposed to be the fun part anyways, isn’t it?”
“Exactly. Time for operation overbearing girlfriend. Gluing yourself to his side, telling him you love him,”
“Sending him constant love letters,” you said, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
“What's wrong with that?” Cho said, giving you and Padma a puzzled look.
You blinked, glancing at Padma, “Uh, not a thing Cho.”
“Yeah, right,” Padma said with a smile, “Anyways, are you all ready for breakfast?”
“Oh, I forgot to mention, we might be getting a visit from a certain someone.”
“Oh? And why’s that?” Padma said, following you out the door.”
You shrugged, a faint smile on your face, “Because I may have left my bag in his dorm last night.”
“And they may have had tickets to the upcoming quidditch game tonight.”
“Well what on earth are we supposed to do with it?” Lee asked, nudging your bag with his foot.
“I dunno, no girl has ever left her bag here before,” Fred said with a shrug.
“Are we supposed to open it? Like, look what she’s got in there?” Lee said, trying to look at the bag from another angle.
“Isn’t that an invasion of privacy?” Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Unless,” George said, rising from his bed, “She left it here on purpose, for you to find something.”
“And why would she do that George?” Fred asked, turning to look at his brother.
“Maybe there’s something she wants you to see, like,” George paused, face going red.
Fred caught on immediately to what George was referring to and wasted not a second in snatching the bag.
“There is absolutely no way…” Fred said, clutching the bag to his chest.
“No way what? What is it?” Lee asked, still not fully understanding what was going on.
“But isn’t this still an invasion of privacy?” Fred said, thinking more to himself than anything else.
“Who cares?” George said, eyeing the bag.
“Hello? I still have no idea what is going on,” Lee said, crossing his arms.
“Well, what if the bag just slipped…” Fred said, completely absent mindedly tossing the bag on the floor, allowing the contents to fall out, “Whoops,” he said, eyes already studying the floor.
“Merlins beard,” Lee said bending down to pick something up, “She’s got quidditch tickets to the game tonight. Chudley Cannons versus Puddlemere United. Is this what you guys were talking about? She wanted you to see the quidditch tickets she had?”
Fred blinked, “Uh, yeah, right, we were talking about quidditch tickets.”
“How could she have possibly gotten her hands on these?” George muttered, taking the tickets from Lee’s hands.
“I have no idea, but I get the feeling I know where our first date is going to be?” Fred said, smiling cheekily.
“You’re going to take her on a date using her quidditch tickets?” George said, raising an eyebrow.
“Watch the master work,” Fred said, taking the tickets from his brother.
George and Lee exchanged a glance, following Fred as he walked out of the dorm room. They followed him through the castle until they got to the great hall, already partially filled with students eating breakfast.
“I have a certain Ravenclaw to be visiting. I’ll see you on the other side of a successful asking for a date,” Fred said, sending them off with a wink.
You were midway through your bite of eggs when Padma started slapping your arm. You turned to look at her, a look lacking any sort of amusement on your face.
“He’s coming over!” Padma whispered excitedly to you.
You glanced at her, slowly taking your tea, trying to plan your next move.
“We’re going to go, you know, get out of your way and what not. But you have to let us know how it goes,” Cho said, dragging Padma away as Fred walked towards you.
“Good morning,” you said, glancing over your shoulder.
“I think you left something at my dorm last night,” Fred said, setting your bag on the table.
“Oh, I’d been wondering where that went,” you said, innocently.
“So, about those tickets in your bag…” he said, sliding into the seat next to you.
“Have you been looking through my bag?” You asked, raising a brow.
“Who, me?” Fred said, gesturing to himself, “Never.”
“Hm, right. And what interest would my tickets have to you?” You said, taking a sip of tea.
“Oh I don’t know. I might just happen to be a die hard Chudley Cannons fan,” Fred said with a shrug.
“You don’t say,” you said with mock surprise.
“Say I was thinking, you wouldn’t happen to have a plan for the extra ticket, would you?”
You looked at him, watching his eyes study you as you thought of an answer, “Well I dunno. Was sort of thinking of bringing Padma with me. You know, fun little girls night.”
“Yeah girls night might be fun,” Fred mused, “But I think I can think of something that might be a little more fun.”
“So I’ll see you tonight? I’ll pick you up from your dorm at say five?”
“Who said I was bringing you?”
“Just a hunch,” Fred said as he got up from the seat, “I’ll see you tonight love, five o’clock.”
He sent you a wink before striding off to his table where you could already see his brother and Lee’s shocked faces. You turned back to your food, a quiet smile on your face. Fred Weasley had no idea what he was getting himself into, and he had no idea how much he was going to wish you’d taken Padma to that game.
“Oh that was an insane catch!”
“Are you joking? Puddlemere United has definitely had better than that, without a doubt,” you laughed eyes trained on the game.
“Oh really? And what makes you say that?” Fred asked you, raising an eyebrow.
“Well I happen to be a diehard fan. Didn’t you know?” You said mockingly.
“For Puddlemere United? You know, they may be one of the oldest teams, but they’re bloody awful,” Fred laughed.
“Oh well that’s rich coming from someone who supports the team who’s won fewer times than them,” you smiled.
“Yeah fewer wins, but over a shorter period of time,” Fred said, glancing between you and the game.
“Yeah yeah, whatever makes you happy,” you said, teasing him.
“Why are you such a diehard fan anyways?” Fred yelled over the roar of the cheering.
“Well, I may be a little biased, but my grandad used to play for Puddlemere, and his dad before that. The team sort of runs in my family’s history,” you yelled, watching someone go flying by.
Fred stopped to look at you, “You’re joking. Your ancestry has roots in Puddlemere?”
“Guilty,” you said, putting both hands up.
Fred huffed in disbelief, “So you’re telling me, I’m dating a girl, who’s related to two of the players of this team?”
“Well, they aren’t currently on the team, but yeah, at one point.”
“So is that how you got the tickets?”
Fred raised an eyebrow, “Is there someone on the team you’re currently related to?”
“I wouldn’t call us related. But I’m sure you know him,” you laughed.
“Well, considering he used to be the captain of your team?”
“Hang on, you know Oliver Wood? That’s who you got the tickets from?” Fred said, eyes scouring the sky for his old team captain.
“Ha, know might be a bit of an understatement.”
“What do you mean?” Fred said, looking at you.
You sucked the air in through your teeth, giving Fred a hesitant look, “Well, Oliver may be a bit of an old flame of mine.”
Fred blinked, “You- you dated Oliver Wood?”
“What? How is that even possible? I hadn’t even known Oliver had a girlfriend. How long had you guys dated?” Fred said, mouth a little slackjawed.
You shrugged, “Maybe a year or two.”
“Two years? Are you joking? You dated him for two years and I never saw you even once?”
You scrunched your nose, following the quaffle in the sky, “Yeah well, Oliver’s always been rather on the private side.”
“Oh,” Fred said, following your eyes.
“I mean, he was a really sweet guy, and I definitely couldn’t have asked for a better first boyfriend. He just,” you sighed, thinking for the right words, “I dunno, maybe I just took the breakup a little rough,” you said, hoping you’d struck a nerve on Fred to at least annoy him.
“Score”, you thought to yourself, now to further annoy him by getting on his better side again.
“Oh well, what does it matter, past is in the past, and I’ve got you now, haven’t I?” You smiled at him.
Fred smiled back, seeming to ease up at your flattery, “Course you do love,” he said, giving you a kiss on the temple.
You didn’t talk about Oliver for the rest of the game. The mentioning of him had probably been enough for Fred to be irritated with you for a little while at least. As the game slowly started coming to an end and it seemed as though Benjy Williams was really close to having caught the snitch, you turned to Fred.
“Yes, love?” He said, eyes glued to Williams.
“Uh, well, could you hold on? Just a minute? I’m sure Williams is bound to catch the snitch any minute now,” Fred said, practically on the edge of his seat as Williams grew closer and closer to the snitch.
“Freddie, I'm really really thirsty.”
“Hold on love, the game’s almost over…”
You frowned looking up and down the row, “Well I suppose I could go and get it myself.”
At that, Fred stopped watching Williams, “Oh no, I’ll go get it for you, I just- Well, I’ll be fast.”
“Oh, thank you Freddie. One butterbeer please,” you said, sending him on his way as the game grew closer to an end.
You watched the game intently, waiting for Fred’s arrival with what you were sure was going to be the incorrect order of your butterbeer, and sure enough…
“Here you are, one butterbeer,” Fred said, handing you the mug.
You looked at the mug, and all the ice floating in it, immediately relieved that he hadn’t by some miracle asked for no ice.
“Freddie this has ice in it,” you said, handing him back the mug.
Fred took the mug, not taking much note of it, “What?”
“It has ice in it. I can’t drink it if it has ice in it,” you said innocently, urging Fred towards the concession stands.
“Uh, yeah yeah,” Fred said, quickly running through the row.
You knew by the time he’d be back it would already be too late, Williams would have already caught the snitch, and oh how right you were. Fred came back, iceless butterbeer in hand, staring at the crowd going crazy and Puddlemere United was blasted all throughout the sky.
“Oh thank you Freddie,” you said, taking the butterbeer from his hands, “I’m so sorry you missed the end of the game.”
“Uh, no, it’s fine,” Fred said, watching the sky, “It’s really fine.”
“Oh my sweet Freddie. Thank you,” you said, grasping his hand.
“Uh, yeah, it’s really nothing,” Fred said, still watching the now empty sky as you dragged him away.
You had almost made it to the exit when you heard a familiar voice.
You stopped, a wide smile spreading across your face.
“Y/n/n?” Fred said, watching you as you made your way into the arms of someone.
“Oli!” You said, giving him a tight hug, “You played wonderfully out there today.”
“Aw, thank you love,” he said as you let go, “Merlin, you look, incredible.”
You laughed softly, “Oh Oli, you flatter me.”
“No, I mean it, truly,” Oliver smiled.
You blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Uh, Oli, there’s someone I want you to see, I think you’ll know them.”
“Really?” Oliver said, as you took him by the hand.
You led him back to Fred, who looked displaced as the crowds rushed around him.
“Freddie!” You called, Oliver following closely behind.
Oliver laughed, “Well if it isn’t Fred Weasley.”
“In the flesh,” Fred said, giving Oliver a hug.
“Oh wow, so the two of you are together now?” Oliver said, looking between the two of you.
“Uh yeah,” Fred said as you slipped yourself under his arm.
“Yeah, Fred’s my boyfriend,” you said, smiling up at him.
Oliver smiled, “You got a good one there Weasley. Make sure not to let her go.”
“Aye aye captain,” Fred said, with a mock salute.
“Well, anyways, I’ve got to go, got to catch up with the team and whatnot. I’ll see you both around?” Oliver said, already making his way through the crowd.
“Bye Oli!” You shouted, feeling the way Fred’s arm tensed around you.
Phase one of losing a guy in ten days, complete.
“Oh you should’ve seen his face when I started talking about Oliver. I wish I could’ve taken a photograph,” you said, taking a bite of your bangers and mash.
“I don’t get it, why would he be upset about Oliver?” Cho said, trying to work through the puzzle herself.
You and Padma exchanged a look. Cho may have been a very pretty girl, with the ability to get herself a date with whomever she may please, but when it came to relationships, she always seemed to be confused, or conflicted at the very least.
“Okay, Cho? One of the first cardinal rules of trying to maintain the happiness in a relationship? Don’t talk about your ex. That’s one of the things that would drive anyone you’re currently seeing, away,” Padma said, trying her best to keep a straight face.
“Yeah, but if you don’t talk about your ex, then how are you expected to fix the mistakes from your last relationship?”
“Well, that’s the thing Cho, they’re a different person, so comparing them to your ex, someone that you left or that left you? Not really a compliment,” Padma said, turning from Cho to you, “But anyways, any plans for tonight?”
“He’s making me a meal tonight in his dorm, think I’ll do some sprucing up while I’m there. What do you think?”
“I think,” Padma said, adding some salt to her meal, “That you are absolutely wicked, completely diabolical, totally insufferable. And there’s no way that you aren’t getting full marks on that assignment.”
“I dunno, I think Fred Weasley’s just found his perfect opponent, a rival trickster,” you said, looking in the direction that he was sitting, “And maybe his worst nightmare.”
You arrived at his dorm early, arms full of boxes filled with every girly thing you could possibly find.
“Oh hello love, I’m almost done preparing the uh, meal. I’ll just be a minute or two,” Fred said, opening the door as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh no worries Freddie, I’m sure I can keep myself occupied for a little while,” you said, making your way to the corner of his room.
You wasted absolutely no time in covering his bed from head to toe with everything pink that you could possibly find. You covered his bed with stuffed animals, added pretty little lacy things to the banisters of his bed, everything you could’ve possibly thought of. After making sure his bed was perfectly pinkified, you made your way to his bathroom. You felt bad that the other boys would have to suffer through their pink bathroom, but if it led Fred closer to breaking up with you, then you were taking the chances. After having added even more pink, and leaving a few of your personal products behind, you felt sure he would absolutely explode at you. You walked back to the main room, putting on some music just as he finished preparing dinner.
“Alright love, are you ready for dinner?” He said, tossing a towel to the side.
“And all the girls dreamed that they’d be Fred’s partner, they’d be Fred’s partner and, you’re so vain!”
Fred rubbed his eye, giving you a blank stare, “Uh, dinner love? Are you ready?”
“Mhmm,” you nodded sweetly, coming to take a seat.
Fred sat a plate down next to you, getting the radio ready to play the big quidditch game when-
Fred stopped and turned to you, confusion all over his face. He looked between your plate and your watering eyes. He blinked, unsure of what was going on.
“It’s beautiful,” you whimpered.
“You’re beautiful, the game, the whole thing,” you said, wiping a tear from your face, “I wish I ate meat.”
Fred froze, now understanding the tears and the meat, and your unusual reaction.
“Mary had a little lamb,” you sang, smiling waterily at him, “Little lamb… Oh, you have to take this away before I gag.”
Fred took the plate away, going through what he could possibly do next in his head. Fred being Fred, he quickly pivoted, cleaning everything he’d prepared and bringing you directly to Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop. Truth be told, the food was awful, you’d wanted to listen to the game, and you weren’t a vegetarian, but anything to keep up the act in losing Fred as quickly as possible.
“Oh sorry, I have to run to the loo again,” you lied, making your way to the back where the chefs were playing the game. You took a bite out of the sausage roll they’d prepared for you.
“And Wood’s misses the block!”
“Oh come on!” You cried, putting your roll back down as you headed back to Fred who was stirring his meal miserably at the table.
Just as you sat down a waitress walked by, making Fred perk up, “Say, would you happen to know what the quidditch score is?”
“Do I look like someone who listens to that?” The waitress said, giving him an incredulous look, “Is there anything else I can do to help you two?”
You pursed your lips, plan formulating in head. It started with a whimper, then a tear, then almost at the top of your lungs you were crying-
“My boyfriend thinks I’m fat!”
Fred’s eyes went wide as fear flooded through his entire being, “No, no love, I don’t think you’re fat, I- I never said that,” he said, giving a nervous look to the waitress.
The waitress scoffed, “Figures.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, standing up again to go listen to the game.
You grabbed your sausage roll, listening intently with the rest of crew when-
“They won!” You cried, giving the chef a hug as you finished off your sausage roll.
All the while, Fred was uncomfortably sitting at the table, getting multiple unamused looks at the tables next to him.
The next morning, you were buttering your toast, when you got an unexpected visitor.
You turned around to see Fred, standing above you, something in your stomach dropped, giving you a fluttery feeling that you immediately pushed away. You were supposed to be losing him, not drawing him in, and the last thing you needed to do was to want to get close with him if you were supposed to be losing him.
“Good morning Freddie,” you smiled.
“Say,” he said lowly, sending a shiver down your spine, “Did you… decorate my room last night?
“Oh yes! Don’t you just love it!” You said cheerfully.
Fred winced, “Uh, no not, particularly.”
You pouted, “Well why not?”
Fred laughed nervously, “Well, it’s a little, pink.”
“Well pink’s not really my color…”
“But what if I like the color pink? I am your girlfriend aren’t I?”
Padma, who was sitting next to you, raised an eyebrow. If there was one thing she knew, it was that you thoroughly disliked the overuse of pink.
“Don’t you want me to feel comfortable, and at home in your dormitory?”
“Then that settles it! The pink stays,” you said happily, turning back to your toast.
“Uh, right. Then I'll see you tonight love?” Fred said through gritted teeth.
“Of course!” You said, turning towards him again, “Kiss?”
He leaned down, giving you a kiss on the cheek making you smile wider.
“Aw, that’s my Freddie Weddie teddy bear!”
Fred blinked slowly, choosing not to hear any of what you said before turning to leave, the back of his neck abnormally pink.
“Oh merlin, you weren’t kidding when you said you were going to give him hell were you?” Padma said, disbelief still written all over her face.
“Nope,” you said, as you took a bite of your toast, “And I plan to keep it going tonight.”
And just as you said previously, you weren’t kidding. You showed up at his dorm, bringing a few more items that you thought would really spruce up his dorm.
“Hi Freddie,” you said as he opened the door.
You let yourself in, letting a little creature follow you. Fred stared at the little animal trailing your feet, a nervous laugh bubbling in his throat.
“What-what did you bring?”
“Oh! You said cheerfully, handing him a pot, “This is our love mandrake.”
Fred blinked, “A love mandrake?”
“Yes, it represents our love as a living form!”
“Uh, great. What exactly am I supposed to do with it?”
“Keep it alive!” You said, as though it were common sense.
“Uh, okay,” Fred said, setting it on his nightstand, “And what on earth is that?”
“That,” Fred said, pointing at the little creature by your feet.
“Oh! That’s our niffler.”
Fred looked at you for any sort of a joke. Much to his disappointment, he found none.
“What exactly do we need a niffler for?”
You shrugged, “It’ll be the test run for our eventual children. Oh! Would you like to see them?”
Fred stared at you as though you were insane, which from his perspective seemed highly probable.
“We-we don’t have children,” Fred huffed.
You frowned, “Well sure we do!” You said as you pulled out a giant book labeled ‘Family Album’, “See?”
Fred looked through the pages. It was a bunch of photos of strangely pasted together children, none of whom Fred recognized.
“Who on earth is this?” He said, scrunching his nose as he tried to get a better look at the photos.
“Our children Freddie, I told you!” You said, taking the photo album from him.
“But uh, we haven’t, we haven’t, you know,” Fred said, gesturing between the two of you.
“Oh no, I know that,” you said as though it were obvious, although Fred wasn’t sure about that now, “This is what our children will look like once we’ve had them.”
“Oh, wow, they're not the most pleasant to look at,” Fred joked.
You gasped dramatically, making Fred jump, “Are you calling our children ugly?”
“What no! I’m not calling them ugly! They’re not even our children! These are just photos of random kids!” Fred exclaimed, running a hand through his hair.
“They’re what our children would look like!”
“Well, we can’t know what our children would look like until we've had intercourse.”
“Oh?” You said, sounding suggestive, “Would Lady Margaret like to come out and play?”
Fred laughed, “Who’s Lady Margaret? Is that our niffler?”
“No! Lady Margaret,” you said, looking towards his crotch.
Fred’s face went pale with horror, “Uh, love? You can’t just name my crotch Lady Margaret.”
You sat back, giving him a puzzled look, “Well why not?”
Fred swallowed, trying to maintain his emotions, “Well, because Lady Margaret is a woman’s name.”
“And I can’t name my, crotch, after a girl.”
“Well why not,” you said, crossing your arms.
“Because I’m a guy, and it’s a guy thing. You can’t name a guy thing after a girl.”
“Well what if I want to?”
“Uh, why exactly would you want to?”
“Because I think it’s a fitting name.”
“Well what if we give our niffler a strong and masculine name? Hmm?”
“What about Herpo, as in Herpo the foul,” you said mysteriously.
“I like it, Herpo the foul it is,” you said.
“Anyways I’ve got to go. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. This has been wonderful my Freddie Weddie teddy bear. I’ll see you tomorrow love. Oh and also Herpo isn’t house trained, so I’d keep an eye on him. Bye!”
And with that you left Fred, his feminine Lady Margaret, and Herpo the foul to sit with their thoughts.
Fred Weasley had never been so exasperated by a girl, ever. He’d always been able to charm a girl, make her shut up enough to get her to do what he wanted. He could make a girl go crazy over him with a single look. But you? You were a different story. You were a disaster warning if he ever saw one. And he had no idea how to control you.
The morning after you’d given him Herpo the foul who kept making messes throughout the entire dorm, and the love mandrake that he had no idea how to shut up. You sent him letters delivered directly to his table by owl. Now why you would need an owl to send a letter to someone that you went to school with, he had absolutely no idea. And why the letter had to burst with pink glitter and Celestina Warbeck, he had even less of a clue. All he knew was that he was more than happy to have a night away from you, and just to be with his brother and Lee, playing cards.
“I’m telling you, she’s absolutely mental,” Fred said, as he tossed a card in the center.
“What? Not feeling so confident that you can win this bet are you?” Lee said, looking through his cards.
“No, it’s not that, she's just so obsessive,” Fred sighed.
Fred froze, he knew exactly who that was.
“Was that Y/n?” George said, looking at the door.
The door opened and low and behold-
“There’s my Freddie Weddie teddy bear!”
Fred blinked, “Uh, Y/n! What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to visit my Freddie Weddie teddy bear!”
Fred laughed dryly, “Uh, yeah, I see that but, I-I thought I told you I was having a guys night tonight. And, how did you get in here?”
“I got a copy of the passwords to the fat lady,” you said innocently.
George and Lee exchanged looks. What on earth had they gotten their friend into?
“You must be George, and you must be Lee,” you said, inviting yourself in.
“Uh, yeah, pleasure to meet you,” George said, extending a hand as you handed him a plate of celery.
“Now I knew you boys would be eating unhealthy tonight, so I brought over some healthy snacks and-Oh no!”
“What?” Fred said through gritted teeth.
“Our love mandrake. I’ve only given it to you yesterday and you let it die!” You said, picking up the pot.
“Oh no love, it’s just sleeping,” Fred said, turning back to his cards and George and Lee turned to look at you.
“You let it die! You know what that means Fred? You let our love die! You let us die.”
Fred stood up, panic running through his face, “Uh no, love you’re-you’re being silly love, and maybe a little crazy,” he muttered under his breathe.
“If you think I’m so crazy then why don’t you just break up with me hm?”
“Go on, just do it if you think I’m so delusional and crazy. Criminally insane, absolutely-”
“Okay! I break up with you! I’m done!” Fred said, completely exasperated.
“Hm, okay then,” you said, walking out of his dorm, love mandrake still in hand.
Fred shut the door on you, evening out his breathing. What on earth had just happened?
“What?” He said, turning towards his friends.
“Well I don’t know. Sort of seems like you’ve lost the bet haven’t you?”
Fred’s eyes went wide. The bet.
“No, no, I just, I just my sentence. I just need to go talk to her,” Fred said, rushing through his dorm.
You sighed, relief flooding through you. You’d done it. You’d lose a guy in no more than ten days. You’d been successful and-
You stopped. There was absolutely no way…
“Y/n, oh I’m sorry love, I just, I spoke too soon and I rushed my words and, I don’t want to break up. I just got confused and riled up in the heat of the moment.”
You sighed and turned towards him, “Well what are we supposed to do about these problems? We can just keep going through this relationship if you’re going to think I’m insane.”
“Uh, we could do couples therapy. Couples therapy would help, we could clear the mind and fix things,” Fred said, somewhat frantically.
You thought for a minute, trying to come up with a plan before you had to commit.
“Okay Fred, we’ll do couples therapy.”
“You know, I love you Freddie. But I don’t have to like you right now,” you said, with a final turn of your back as you made your way back to your own dorm.
As soon as Fred was out of sight you nearly collapsed. How on earth was this possible? Weren’t you doing everything wrong? Should this mean that he’d want to get away? To break up? Why wasn’t he breaking up with you? What was wrong with him?
“Good morning you two, I hope you are both well.”
You’d done a lot of crazy things in the past few days, but how you’d gotten Cho to agree to be a therapist for the next hour was completely beyond you.
“Uh hello,” Fred stopped, waiting for a name.
“Doctor Mary Smith,” Cho said, making you give her an irked look.
“Hmm, yes. Before I proceed, I would like to talk about the methods of payment,” she said, looking through her notebook which you knew was for potions.
“Uh, yeah. How much will it be?”
You looked at Fred, waiting for him to supply the money. Fred reluctantly handed over the fifty galleons which Cho took gratefully.
“Now, how can I help you two today.”
“Well, for starters he thinks I’m crazy,” you said, diving straight in, “But doctor, can you really blame me? How on earth can I not be crazy when he can’t perform?”
“What? What are you talking about I-”
“I mean, what am I supposed to think here? He can’t perform for me, but then again he tends to get overly excited when we go to those quidditch games. All the rough, burly, sweaty men.”
Fred’s eyes widened, “Doctor I’m not, I am not gay.”
“But I mean at the same time, he can never get it up to me, but he’s always sweet talking these other girls, I mean, how am I supposed to stand this? I mean, you’re constantly talking to other girls, making them all fluttery and shy and, and you’re a pathological flirt!”
“Five seconds ago I’m gay? Now I’m a pathological flirt? Which one is it Y/n? Besides, why would I need to hit on another woman, you’ve got more than enough personalities to keep me completely occupied,” Fred said.
“That was hurtful,” you said, eyes beginning to get watery.
“Now Fred, perhaps this is a meaning that the two of you must, rekindle your love. Take the time to get away, go see family, go back to your roots and become yourself again, and clearly the best way to do that is with your family. Take her on a trip to meet your family,” Cho said, making you freeze.
Meet his family? No! That’s not what’s supposed to happen!
“Actually, doctor, I think that’s the perfect idea. I think we have to go meet my family. Calm me down, get me back to a better mental state, and you’ll get to know me better,” Fred said confidently.
“Alright then, it’s settled, Y/n, you’ll go with Fred to meet his family, maybe for the weekend or whatnot and get to know each other better hm? Alright, thank you for your time today, you both have been lovely, and I hope things work out well between you,” Cho said happily, shooing you both out of the room.
You walked out of the room, teeth gritted. Great, now you’d have another person to add to your list of people to kill.
By the next day you were packed and ready to go to Fred’s house for a couple of days, and before you knew it, you’d arrived at his house.
“Welcome to my sweet abode,” Fred said, taking your bags in.
“Oh Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Mrs. Weasley said, making her way to see you.
“Oh, hello Mrs. Weasley,” you smiled, embracing her.
“Molly!” A voice called from the back.
“Ah that would be the rest of our clan, why don’t you come and meet the family.”
Mrs. Weasley led you through the house until you’d made it to the kitchen. She introduced you to Mr. Weasley, or Arthur as he asked you to call him, Bill, Charlie, and Percy, who’d already left Hogwarts and had begun work. George, who you’d met the other night, Ron, and Ginny who you’d see around the school every once in a while. It was a full house, but somehow it didn’t feel cramped, it felt comfortable.
You blinked, “Uh, I’m sorry?”
“Oh sorry dear, it’s just a game that we play around this house,” Mrs. Weasley said, guiding you back towards Fred.
“Well, as I’m sure you know, we’ve got the twins. Now what we like to play is they will both identify themselves as either Fred or George, and we’ll try to guess if they truly mean it, or if we think it’s well, you know.”
“Would you like to play?” Ginny asked, “It is rather fun.”
“Yes well, needless to say, it certainly does test our knowledge on who’s who,” Mrs. Weasley laughed.
“I don’t know mum, I think she may have a little bit of trouble with this one,” one of the twins said.
You raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? Try me.”
“Ah a challenge,” Mr. Weasley said, rubbing his hands together.
The twins stood next to each other, mischievous glints in both their eyes and they had a silent conversation.
“Well that was quick,” Ron said.
Fred looked at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes, “How on earth could you tell?”
“Because you have a rounder face than your brother, and your nose is straight. George’s is a little crooked,” you said confidently.
“Merlin, she’s good,” George said, laughing at his twin.
“Oh, I’m so glad Fred’s brought you home,” Mrs. Weasley said, putting an arm around your shoulders.
You gave her a curious look, “Why is that?”
Mrs. Weasley gave a cautious look to Fred, then looked back at you, “Well, he’s never brought a girl home previous to this. So you must really mean a lot to him,” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, “And I’ll ask you not to break his heart if you please.”
You smiled softly, a quiet laugh bubbling through, “I’ll try my very hardest.”
The next morning Fred took you around the land. You met the gnomes, which he insisted needed to be thrown into the woods, he took you to the lake, where he told you all the stories of times he’d spent with his family during the summer there, and eventually you’d circled back to his house.
“Say, would you like to learn how to ride a broom?”
You blinked, “Me? Ride a room? You must’ve completely lost it.”
“No come on, it’ll be fun, and we don’t have to go too high,” Fred said, pulling a broom from the shed.
He helped you mount it, carefully getting on behind you. You pushed off the ground letting your feet dangle in the air. Before you knew it, you were gliding through the air, laughing freely as you let the broom take you throughout the sky. You laughed with joy, spreading your arms out as you felt the air blow around you. Fred laughed at your joy, admiring your freedom. All of the sudden a gust of wind came and sent you both off balance, the broom wavered and took a nose dive, straight into the lake.
“Y/n!” Fred called, searching the water as he resurfaced before you.
You resurfaced with a gasping laugh. Fred’s momentary panic dissolved, the sound of your laughter soothing his ears. He didn’t have much time to think about it before you sent a huge wave of lake water his way. It quickly escalated becoming a splash contest, and by the end, you were both thoroughly soaked.
“Merlin’s beard, you look a mess,” Fred laughed, as he handed you a towel
“I think I’m going to need more than a towel,” you smiled as you made your way to the bathroom, Fred following closely behind you.
The door behind you closed with a click as you turned the warm water on, waiting for it to heat before stepping in. You took a look at yourself, water dripping off your entire body.
“Well look at that, you’ve gotten me perfectly soaked.”
“Have I now?” Fred said, stepping closer to you.
“I’d say you have,” you said, as you looked up at him.
He carefully cupped your face, wiping some water off your cheek, “Hm, what a shame,” he said quietly before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.
You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting him settle you against the counter as the bathroom slowly began to fill with steam. Maybe ten days wouldn’t be enough for you to finish your assignment.
Annoying Fred didn’t quite feel the same after that. It didn’t feel right. As your ten days grew nearer, you found yourself not wanting to lose him anymore. As you prepared yourself for the yule ball that night, you felt nervous. You wanted to look good. Not just because it was going to be a big event, but because you wanted to look good, for Fred. You wore a navy blue dress that fit you like a glove, accenting you in all the right ways. You’d put your hair up in a messy low bun, although for something that was meant to be messy, you felt as though you’d tried to perfect it too much. As you put the final touches to your outfit, you felt ready. At least somewhat. You stood up, getting ready to meet Fred.
Fred was standing at the foot of the stairs to the great hall.. He’d told you he’d wait there since he hadn’t wanted to invade the privacy of your dorm room. He was playing with the cuff of his suit when he saw you. He looked at the stairs, mouth open agape at your beauty. You smiled at him, giving him a turn at the top of the stairs as he took in the entire outfit. He met you at the halfway point of the stairs, helping you down.
“Darling you look, magnificent,” Fred said, giving your hand a kiss.
“You clean up pretty well yourself,” you said with a smile.
Fred returned the smile, “Well, shall we?” He said, offering you a hand.
“We shall,” you said, taking his hand.
The great hall looked magnificent. It was absolutely gorgeous, without a doubt, you’d never seen anything like it.
“Say, why don’t I go and get us some drinks?” Fred said, leading you to a table.
You sat at the table waiting for Fred. He handed you a glass of firewhiskey, but it wasn’t long before he’d been pulled away again.
“I’ll be right back,” he called as someone led him through the crowd.
You sat, sipping your firewhiskey when George and Lee showed up at the table.
“Alright, I’m floored, I don’t get it. You’ve gotta tell me how he did it,” George said drunkenly.
“How he got you to fall in love with him?” George said.
You blushed, “I-I dunno, I suppose it was something in his charm I-”
“Man I knew he was competitive, but it was just a stupid bet, I didn’t expect him to go that full out. I mean, who is he kidding, we’re going into this business together, even if he lost, the profits would be fifty-fifty since we were trying to put it towards the joke shop,” George said, putting his lips to his firewhiskey.
Your heart dropped, “Bet?”
“Yeah, didn’t he tell you about it? We’d assumed he did because how else would you have complied with something like this,” Lee said, just as drunk as George.
“Uh, yeah,” you said laughing dryly, “If you’ll excuse me, there are some people that I need to talk to.”
George and Lee exchanged a glance.
“Well shit, we sure messed that one up,” George said, watching a blurry you walk off.
On the other side of the room, Fred had found himself talking to Professor Trelawany. How that had happened, he had absolutely no idea, but somehow he didn’t mind it too much.
“Hello Professor, how are you?”
“Ah, not bad Weasley. I’ve almost reached the completion of my grading. Some very good work this year,” Trelawany said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” Fred said with a smile.
“Well, except for perhaps one assignment, but I don’t expect that one to be completed until after the break.”
“Oh? What assignment is that?” Fred said, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah yes, it was a specifically assigned assignment. I asked my student to try and lose someone within the time span of ten days. Yes, I look forward to reading that one, I’ve heard news of some of the things she’s done and it’s been just exhilarating to read. Terrible mishap dates, naming his little member I-,” Trelwany froze, looking at the look on Fred’s face, “You’ve been dating Ms. Y/l/n, haven’t you?”
Fred pursed his lips, giving Trelwany an unamused, “It was nice talking to you Professor,” he said, making his way away from her.
You were getting progressively drunk as you emptied out bottle after bottle of firewhiskey. You felt hurt, betrayed, not only because you’d been played, but because somewhere along the way you had fallen in love. What were you thinking? You should’ve known better than to fall for the biggest player in all of Hogwarts. You should’ve kept your emotions in check, and now? Now you were paying for it, sitting at a table on your own, halfway drunk and absolutely heartbroken over someone you shouldn’t even have been heartbroken over.
“There she is!” Fred said, making his way to you, although his face did not read the happiness that his tone did, “There you are love! Oh, I just, I want to do something special for you tonight! You know, celebrate the wonderful ten days of our anniversary!”
You scoffed turning to leave when Fred started up again.
“No no, I’d like to bring up Y/n Y/l/n, for a little duet, because how fitting it would be,” Fred said, a definite bite to his tone.
You drunkenly walked towards Fred, and the small gathering of people that had gathered around him. He gave you a devious look and began to sing, loud and offkey, but without a single care going through his head.
“Yeah, you walked into the party like you were walking on to a yacht. You had your hat pulled down, real strategically over one eye, you had a scarf, the thing was apricot!”
“Strategially dipped below one eye.”
“You had, one eye in the mirror as you make sure you had a real cool-”
“And all the girls dream that they be his partner, they be his partner cuz, he’s so vainnnnn, you probably think this song is about you, Fred Weasley you’re so vainnnn, you probably think this song is about you, don’t you, don’t youuuuuu.”
“Merlin this song and drunk is, not a good combination,” George muttered to Lee, a horrified look on his face.
“No, yo-you fooled me, to win a bet and you should feel ashamed,” you said, teeth gritted as you looked him in the eye.
“Look, you took me to a vegetarian mess, you made me miss the big game!”
“Ohhh! Smart guy’s a rhymer! Wow! Do we want everybody to know your love making’s lameeeee,” you said, smiling to your audience.
“Oh maybe because you named my dick, yeah you named my dick, you named my dick after a dameeeee,” Fred sang.
“No I really think you have to get over that,” you said, turning to give him a tired look.
“You are so vain! You know that this song is about you.”
“No, cuz no, you’reeeeeeeeee sooooooo vainnnnnnnnnnnn,” you sang, drawing out every note you possibly could.
“You do know the words so well, don’t you? There she goes ladies and gentlemen, there she goes!” Fred yelled, watching you make your way through the crowd.
You walked by George and Lee, leaning over to whisper, “Hey guys, thanks.”
George gave you a half-hearted salute before you walked out the door, trying to get as far away from Fred Weasley as possible.
“Hold on Y/n Y/l/n, I’m not done with you,” Fred yelled, chasing you down the hall.
“You used me to get ahead in your business, you arrogant, backstabbing, arsehole!” You said, turning to face him, eye to eye.
“Are you bloody insane? You drove me half insane for a bloody homework assignment.”
“Oh, right, and you told people you could make any girl fall in love with you and I? I was exhibit A!” You yelled, not caring anymore about the stares.
“And what was I hm? I was a guinea pig. Someone you could test your theories on?” Fred said, putting his hands on his hips as he walked in a circle.
“Yeah, and I was just a girl somebody picked out at a party.”
“Well you know what? Big deal. Merlin’s beard, I’m sure you could even use it as little twists in your assignment.”
You nodded, eyes half full of tears, “That’s a good idea, maybe we should, bet on it.”
Fred gave you a blank stare, almost unsure of what to say, “You know what? You did your job Y/n, you did it. You wanted to lose a guy in 10 days, congratulations, you did it. You just lost him,” he said, beginning to walk away.
“No I didn’t Fred,” you called, making him turn around, “Cuz you can’t lose something you never had.”
You gave him one final look, before turning to leave, letting him watch you, one last time, as you walked away for what felt like the very last time.
“So this is really it? You’re going to be a Beauxbaton?” Padma said, as she watched you pack up your bags.
You sighed, “It’s what my mum’s always wanted for me, and I, I don’t have a reason to stay here anymore.”
Padma gave you a sad smile, “I know.”
You gave her a hug. There were a lot of things that you weren’t going to miss, but Padma and Cho were the exceptions. You waved them goodbye as you walked out of the room, sure that you would never see it again.
Fred sat at the breakfast table, staring at his bowl of porridge. He didn’t feel like eating. He didn’t feel like doing anything. He was about to leave when a paper was placed in front of him.
“There, I hope you’re happy now.”
Fred turned to see Padma, her arms were crossed and she was looking at the paper she’d just placed in front of him.
“What’s this?” He said, picking it up.
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days -By Y/n Y/l/n
I’ve learned a lot of things in these past few days, but if there is anything important that I’ve learned its:
Don’t get to emotional on him after the first few hours
Don’t name his crotch after a woman
Don’t intrude his boy’s night
Don’t send him twenty letters in a day
Don’t invade his space and make it yours
Don’t become his worst nightmare
Don’t hold onto something that you know you can’t have
I’ve learned a lot in these past few ten days, but if there’s something that I’m certain of, it’s that I’ve lost the only guy I’ve ever fallen for.
Fred looked at the paper, then back at Padma, “Is this true?”
“Do dragons have scales?”
“Merlin’s beard I’ve got to find her!” Fred said, taking off before Padma got a chance to tell him anything.
Fred ran directly to the Ravenclaw dorm room, he pounded on the door, demanding someone let him in. Cho opened the door, confused, until she saw Fred, which made her even more confused.
“Where’s Y/n?” He said frantically, trying to see past the door.
“She’s left. She’s going to transfer to Beauxbatons,” Cho said.
“What? When did she leave?” Fred said.
“About half an hour ago.”
“Perfect,” Fred said, preparing to take off again, “Oh and I want my fifty galleons back Doctor Smith.”
Cho blinked, watching him run off to go find you. You’d made it through the quad when you heard him calling your name.
“Fred what on earth are you doing-”
“Your essay, is it true?”
You sighed, looking him in the eye, “I meant every word of it.”
Fred gave a short laugh, “That’s all I needed to know.”
He bent down and pulled you in for a kiss. You dropped your bag, letting yourself wrap your arms around his neck.
“Merlin, I swear I’m never letting go of you again,” Fred said, resting his forehead against yours.
“Oh my sweet, Freddie Weddie teddy bear,” you said with a laugh as he brought you to his lips again.
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holy crap if feels so nice to finally be back and writing, i've literally missed this so much, but honestly i've been such a mess lately. the college process and everything took me out, but then results came out and my parents were just like constantly upset abt all the results which is stupid becasue i literally got into my dream school, but apparently that isn't important information to them. then on top of that i ended up dating this guy for like a couple month and holy shit he was such a fcking jerk. like it started out fine and we were both happy and shit, but then he had like a turn because i left for a dance competition and i'm pretty sure he got jealous of my dance partner or smth bc my dance partner and i obviously had to spend a lot of time together since we were dancing, but is he being so fr? like he knows how i feel abt him and he's still jealous and worried abt what i'm gonna go and do? so then things were rocky with us for a while then one day out of the blue it's like, i js need some time and i was like, yeah okay, that's fine, but then he js stops talking to me period. so i asked a mutual friend abt it, and shes like, oh yeah he said you guys were done, like you guys broke up, and i was like, well okay thats some news to me. like thats great to hear bc now i know where we are but like, he couldn't have told me that we broke up? like deadass i had to find that shit out through someone else? that's just fucking messed up as shit. so like i let myself cool down for a bit and i was fine. but then it turns out he was fucking cheating on me, and he'd been talking to other girls and messing with them while he was dating me and that just fcking pissed me off, bc like not even a month after we broke up and he took some other girl to prom. so like that was that, but looking back on it, i think he js realized that he was a fcking dirtbag and that i was much better than him, so subconsciously he was probably like, i gotta break up with her before she does that shi to me, cuz like bro did not have it going on for him, he was failing all his classes, and like no offense to him and not to toot my own horn but like, he graduated with no honors, a weighted gpa of like 2.9, and he was rejected from the two colleges that he wanted to go to the most. whereas on the other hand i graduated as valedictorian, my seal of biliteracy, and like recognitions and honors and shi. like in some way thank goodness we broke up bc why is he such a creep, like someone tell my why he's still staring at me all the time and shi. but anyways, past is in the past. lowk wanna right a fanfic with this premise where fred comes in and saves the day. lol, lemme know if i should. anyways, sorry for the yapfest
