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Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Summary: The DA leaves for Christmas break. Harry and Cho weren’t the only ones under the mistletoe that night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 772

‘OK,’ He said, calling them all to order. ‘I thought this evening we should just go over the things we’ve done so far, because it’s the last meeting before the holidays and there’s no point starting anything new right before a three-week break-’

‘We’re not doing anything new?’ said Zacharias Smith, in a disgruntled whisper loud enough to carry through the room. ‘If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have come.’

‘We’re all really sorry Harry didn’t tell you, then,’ said Fred loudly.

‘You know, the door is always that way if you wanna spare us from your attitude,’ Y/F/N chuckled.

Fred looked at her direction and beamed.

‘- we can practise in pairs,’ said Harry. ‘We’ll start with the Impediment Jinx, for ten minutes, then we can get out the cushions and try Stunning again.’

As the whole group started dividing into pairs, Fred asked his brother:

‘Hey, you mind if I work with someone else this time, bro?’

‘Eeh, okay? I guess I can pair with Angelina.’

‘Thank you,’ then he ran to Y/F/N, who was just about to approach Neville when he asked. ‘Hey, Y/F/N, wanna pair up?’

She smirked. ‘Aren’t you afraid of what I could do to you?’

‘Not a chance, Y/L/N/M,’ He mocked her as he said this.

‘Ooh Ooh, you wanna go? Let’s go.’

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There was a murmur of excitement. The room began to clear in the usual twos and threes, most people wished Harry a ‘Happy Christmas’ as they went.

‘That was a fun session, wasn’t it?’ Y/F/N asked, looking dreamingly in Fred’s direction.

‘Looking forward to the next class.’

‘Totally! Can’t wait to beat you at duelling.’

‘Are you now?’ He laughed, ‘Sorry to disappoint you, dearest, I think you’ll find my skills are unmatchable.’

‘We’ll see,’ They stepped closer to each other as they bantered, eyes locked in the other’s, Y/E/C and brown once again. For a second, lightning struck and Fred lost his courage. He wanted to make a move but he wouldn’t dare, not in front of his two brothers.

‘Um, hope you have a merry Christmas,’ He said, blushing.

‘Thank you,’ She nodded, ‘and you as well. Have fun at the Burrow.’

‘Yeah,’ And he left.

Upon approaching George, the younger twin hit him with a look of disappointment.

‘What?’

‘Are you really gonna leave like that? Don’t be pathetic, kiss her!’

‘W-w-what?! I don’t- no!’ He blushed even harder this time, ‘Why would I want to kiss her? I don’t- no! Are you kidding?’

George raised an eyebrow. ‘How stupid do you think I am? We’re twins. I can tell by the look on your dumb face.’

Fred stopped being embarrassed for a second to look at him confused. ‘Mate, we have the same face.’

‘Yeah, but I’ve never worn an expression like that,’ He laughed, ‘ You fancy her badly, don’t you?’

Fred bit his lip. ‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right,’ He bragged. Fred was still slightly confused, though.

‘You’re okay with this? A Weasley and a Slytherin?’

George rolled his eyes. ‘We’re just a few months away from graduation. Houses shouldn’t matter anymore. Now go there; I don’t want to see you back at the Common Room without having kissed her first.’

Fred nodded and headed for the dungeons.

Y/F/N was walking the dungeons alone as she always did, a big smile on her face originating from the great night she’d just had. When she was suddenly approached by him.

‘Y/F/N!!’ He called, loudly.

‘AAAH!’ She jumped, scared, ‘Fred! You scared me, don’t do that. I thought you were Filch.’

‘Sorry.’

There was a small, awkward silence between them as they just stared at each other.

‘Any reason you decided to almost give me a heart attack?’

‘Y-yes, sorry. I just- I needed to- I need-’

‘Spit it out, Weasley,’ She crossed her arms, annoyed.

‘Mistletoe!’ He spat out, frustrated.

‘What?’ Y/F/N was confused AND annoyed now. She looked around, trying to find the infamous plant. ‘I don’t see any mistle-’

She suddenly got interrupted by the most wonderful kiss in the world. It was stupid and random and awkward but… It was Fred. It was perfect. It was worth the wait.

As they pulled away, Fred felt he’d been hit by a Stinging Charm. Y/F/N laughed and he shivered.

‘There’s no one like you, Fred.’

He laughed as though she’d said something stupid and ridiculous. ‘I’m a twin.’

She laughed again and shook her head furiously. ‘No, really.There’s no one like you.’

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

Summary: A mysterious prankster messes up Umbridge’s office.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: There’s a swear word.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1075

Fred, George and Lee were walking to Charms together. It was a normal day but as they turned a corner, they found something absolutely shocking. First, they heard a high-pitched screech that came from none other than Dolores Umbridge.

‘The hell?’

The three of them started running in the direction of the scream, which took them to Umbridge’s office; which had been given an extremely severe make over.

The walls were dark green like vomit and all the cute little cats on her ornament plates had been turned into vicious hissing snakes. In front of it all, Umbridge was shouting her head off; her cheeks completely red.

It was a glorious sight.

The three boys were hurting their guts with laughter as they made their way back to Professor Flitwick.

‘Her face!’ George cried out, overjoyed, ‘Did you see the look on her face?’

‘Forget her face! Did you hear her scream? She sounded like a dying banshee!’ Fred chuckled as he tried and failed to imitate Umbridge’s ugly screech.

‘Good job, guys! You should’ve told me about that one! I would’ve hidden dragon dung under her desk!’

The twins stopped walking for a second to give each other a rather confused look.‘But… We didn’t do that, Lee,’ George confessed gently.

‘Really? That prank had “Weasley” written all over it.’

‘I swear we didn’t do a thing,’ Fred promised, very seriously, ‘but I’d like to find whoever did it and shake their hand.’

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During that night’s DA meeting, Y/F/N was absent; which greatly worried Fred. Not only was he worried about her well-being as he had come to care about her over the past few weeks, but he still wondered deep down if there was the mere possibility that she may be snitching on them.

Despite Fred being distracted throughout the whole ordeal, the class went off without a hitch.

As the trio walked out of the Room of Requirement, he decided to do some investigation.

‘Hey guys? Do you mind if I go do a thing? By myself? I’ll catch up with you in the Dormitory after I’m done.’

They gave him a weird look but complied.

‘Watch out for Filch,’ Warned George.

‘Pfft, please. You forget who you’re talking to,’ He assured before leaving in the direction of the dungeons.

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Fred walked along the dark underground corridors looking in every direction to look out for any potential threats and… A certain someone.

After a few minutes, he finally heard a small sniff coming from a broom closet whose door stood ajar. He carefully moved the door as quietly as he could and what he saw broke his heart.

Y/F/N was sitting on the floor in a fetal position crying her eyes out. Fred’s head started swimming with questions and concern. Seeing those beautiful Y/E/C eyes filled with tears hurt him.

‘Y/F/N?’

She gasped upon hearing his voice and looked up, not wanting to be seen at her most vulnerable, especially by the redhead.

‘Fred?’

There was a small, awkward silence between the two while Fred came up with what to say.

‘You uh… S-skipped class so I came to… C-check on you,’ He stumbled on his words, nervously.

‘Did Potter or Granger send you?’

‘Nah, I came here by myself,’ He was ashamed to admit, his face reddening again.

Her face reddened too. ‘That’s really nice of you, thanks.’

Fred shrugged it off.

‘If you really want to “learn DADA and aid Potter in his little rebellion” you shouldn’t skip class,’ He quoted the same words she’d said on their first meeting in an effort to make light of the situation.

She laughed but the tears kept coming. ‘I had Detention with Umbridge.’

Fred’s mouth hung open for a second and then closed. As an avid rule breaker himself, he’d already experienced multiple detentions with the horrid woman and knew exactly what had happened to Y/F/N. The mere idea of it made his blood curl.

‘WHAT.’

‘Yeah,’ She revealed to him her Y/W/H hand. Across it, the words I must not vandalize school property were scratched permanently in her handwriting. ‘I assume you’re not surprised.’

‘No, just mad. Is she just gonna do this to everyone?!’

‘I wouldn’t put it past her.’

Fred sighed and sat down next to her. As he reflected, the puzzle pieces started fitting together and he came up with a suspicion of what Y/F/N’s misdeed may have been.

‘Wait; vandalize school property? Did you… Ruin Umbridge’s office?’

Y/F/N smiled sincerely for the first time since he’d walked into the closet. ‘Yeah, that was me.’

‘Marry me,’ He whispered under his breath, amazed.

‘What?’ She asked in confusion. The redness of their cheeks magnified extremely.

‘N-n-nothing.’

They looked away from each other in complete awkwardness. Fred was not new to feeling attraction towards girls, he’d had a good number of flings since Third Year, but he could never recall ever feeling like this.

He had no idea that she returned the feelings and Y/F/N couldn’t even begin to phantom the idea of being liked back after pining for so long.

‘Hey, listen. I’m sorry for thinking you were a spy or a traitor; you’re actually kinda cool. Maybe not all Slytherins are evil bitches.’

She laughed again and their hearts jumped together. ‘Apology accepted, and sorry for yelling at you. Maybe not all Gryffindors are close minded brutes.’

‘Pfff, nah we are. We pride ourselves on it.’

They both laughed as they stood up. Y/F/N would’ve happily stayed there forever yet she knew that was unsafe.

‘Should I walk you to you Common Room?’ He offered, trying to be chivalrous.

‘Mmm, giving my House Password to the world’s greatest prankster…’ She pretended to reflect on the idea, jokingly so. ‘No thank you, I don’t wanna be randomly woken up by Filibuster Fireworks or something like that.’

‘Haha, good point. Speaking of pranks, you should teach me how you redecorated Umbridge’s office; we could really use some of that stuff.’

‘Sure, I’d love to. Maybe sometime after Christmas?’

‘Sure.’

In a moment of bravery, Y/F/N dared to give Fred a kiss on the cheek and whisper ‘Thanks,’ before leaving to Slytherin Common Room.

Later that night, in the Gryffindor Common Room, George and Lee were confused to find him wearing the goofiest of goofy grins.

Summary: The reader joins Dumbledore’s Army. Not everyone is on-board for it; Fred is skeptical.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 15: “The Hog’s Head”

Word Count: 992

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Perhaps the word ‘weasel’ had affected Ron particularly strongly. In any case, he was now looking at Zacharias as though he would like nothing better than to thump him. Zacharias flushed.

‘Well, we’ve all turned up to learn from him and now he’s telling us he can’t really do any of it,’ he said.

‘That’s not what he said,’ snarled Fred.

‘Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?’ enquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags.

‘Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this,’ said Fred.

That was when he heard it. That high-pitched, feminine, very familiar laughter. He had definitely heard it before but hadn’t bothered to pay much attention to it.

Fred turned around and spotted the person laughing at his joke. He definitely knew who she was; they had Potions together. Y/L/N/M, or something like that. Whatever; so she was here, what was it to him? He barely knew her name; he couldn’t care less if she wanted to take lessons from Harry or not. But something still nagged at the back of his head telling him this was majorly wrong.

And then his eyes wandered to the girl’s neck and he remembered what made all this feel wrong. A Slytherin scarf. She was wearing a Slytherin scarf. He’d forgotten what House she was in and now he knew that she didn’t belong there. How was no one else realizing this? How was no one trying to kick her out? How did no one notice that hideous green scarf?!

He felt his skin shivering as she spoke. ‘Sorry for interrupting. Please continue,’

‘Yes, well,’ said Hermione hastily, ‘moving on… the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?’

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The meeting continued and eventually got to its end. They discussed the time and place of meeting as well as other similar things. Fred payed attention the whole time and gave his own input when he fell it necessary; however, his eyes couldn’t leave her for long.

Why wasn’t anyone doing anything?

She looked at Harry and Hermione as they talked. Same expression on her face as the one she wore when listening to Snape talk in class. If you ignored her scarf, you wouldn’t assume she had any ill intentions at all.

But he couldn’t ignore the scarf.

‘Well, time’s ticking on,’ said Fred briskly, getting to his feet. ‘George, Lee nd I have got items of a sensitive nature to purchase, we’ll be seeing you all later.’

In twos and threes the rest of the group took their leave, too.

As he walked with his brother and his friend, his eyes once again traveled to the lonely girl at the other side of the street. The rest of the group had all left accompanied by someone; even Loony Lovegood was on his sister’s side. So why was she alone? Was no one going to stop her?

‘Hey, are you okay, bro? You look like you were just attacked by a Basilisk,’ George asked, concerned. It was only then that Fred realized he’d stopped walking and the two were several steps ahead of him.

‘Uh, yes. I’m okay. You guys go right ahead, I have something I need to do. I’ll uh… I’ll catch up with you,’ he tried to look normal as he said this. Lee and George hesitated, then nodded before watching him run off.

He quickly caught up to her and called. ‘Hey! Hey!’

She didn’t listen until he put a hand on her shoulder. Once again, he felt the shivers going down his spine. She turned around and smiled at him.

‘Yes?’

For the very first time, their eyes met. Y/E/C meeting brown. Normally, they sat at opposite sides of the classroom, it was his first time looking at her like this. It felt like being struck by lightning.

‘Hey! You’re… Y/L/N/M, right?’

‘It’s Y/L/N actually. Y/F/N Y/L/N, ‘

‘Oh,’ he considered apologizing for his mistake but she cut him off before he could do that.

‘And you’re Fred Weasley, right?’

‘Yes, ‘ he didn’t bother wondering how she knew which twin he was. ‘I was wondering, what were you doing back there?’

‘What do you  mean what was I doing? I came to learn DADA and aid Potter in his little rebellion, didn’t we all?’

‘Don’t try to play innocent with me. You’re a Slytherin,’

‘Oh,’ her voice sounded hurt… and disappointed. The small hint of a smile that had inhabited her face disappeared for the most disgusted of frowns. He didn’t know it, but Fred had just committed a big no-no.

‘I need to make sure you’re not a spy for Malfoy or Snape or Umbridge; and that you’re not gonna rat us out because I swear, if you do, I’ll-’

That did it. Her Y/W/H hand slapped his hand away from her shoulder and she looked at him with fire in her eyes.

‘How dare you? How dare you compare me to those people?’ he was taller than her, yet she stood on tiptoe to make him feel small. ‘You don’t even know me at all! You barely remember my name and now you come and tell me I look suspicious because of my SCARF?! You’re just like everyone! Everyone thinks I’m evil or racist because of this!’

Fred was finally realizing his mistake, though it was hard to think with someone yelling at you so loudly. His cheeks now matched his hair in redness as he tried to think of what to shout back. ‘I-I’m just trying to watch out for my brother-’

She sighed heavily. ‘Goodbye, Weasley,’ and walked away.

Slowly, Fred made his way back to Zonko’s to his brother and Lee. The village of Hogsmeade had never looked so cold and damp.

Chapter 1: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183362457751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-1

Summary: The DA’s first meeting. Tensions are high.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None. (Angst maybe?)

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 18: “Dumbledore’s Army”

Word Count: 901

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

‘Well,’ said Harry, slightly nervously. ‘This is the place we’ve found for practice sessions, and you’ve- er -obviously found it OK.’

‘It’s fantastic!’ said Cho, and several people murmured their agreement.

‘It’s bizarre,’ said Fred, frowning around at it. ‘We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then.’

‘It probably has Legilimens Spells on it to know what people are thinking; like the Sorting Hat! That is some powerful stuff!’

As per usual, the sound of her voice made him jump. She was standing on the other side of the room, admiring the architecture… And looking stunning- NO! No! Still a Slytherin, still not trustworthy.

They hadn’t talked since she’d yelled at him a few weeks ago but he couldn’t get her off his head and stop wondering if she meant all that she said or not. Could she be lying to trick him or was she really a good person sorted in the Bad House?

Was it worth the risk?

‘Hey, Harry, what’s this stuff?’ asked Dean from the rear of the room, indicating the Sneakoscopes and the Foe Glass.

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‘Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?’ said Angelina hopefully.

‘Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group?’ suggested Fred.

Y/F/N then made a kind of high-pitched sound, as if she was struggling not to laugh. Fred turned around to look at her and she turned to glare at the wall, her face about as red as the boy’s hair.

‘I was thinking,’ said Hermione, frowning at Fred, ‘more of a name that didn’t tell everyone what we were up to, so we can refer to it outside meetings.’

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‘OK,’ said Harry, his mouth slightly drier than usual with ll these eyes upon him, ‘I reckon we should all divide into pairs and practise.’

It felt very odd to de issuing instructions, but not nearly as odd as seeing them followed. Everybody got to their feet at once and divided up.

Y/F/N ended up partnered up with Neville. He was very easy to disarm and his wand went spinning out of his hand, hit the ceiling in a shower of sparks and landed with a clatter on top of a bookshelf, from which Y/F/N retrieved it with a Summoning Charm.

‘Are you sure you’re not going easy on me, kid?’ Y/F/N asked in an effort to seem encouraging.

‘Yes, I’m sure,’ Neville said, obviously frustrated.

‘Well, let’s try again,’ then something caught her ear. His laugh, Fred’s laugh. The one that always made her stop and the reason she was able to differentiate him from his twin. She couldn’t help but turn around if only for a moment.

And there it was. Every time Zacharias Smith opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his own wand would fly out of his hand, yet Anthony did not seem to be making a sound. Fred and George were several feet from Smith and taking it in turns to point their wands at his back.

It took all of Y/F/N ’s effort and energy not to laugh or even crack a smile. A few weeks ago, she would’ve happily laughed along with him no problem but, after that heinous fight they had where he’d accused her of being a spy for Umbridge, she decided not to allow herself to crush on him anymore.

She would not continue to have feelings for someone who thought of her as evil. She would not even give him the satisfaction of hearing her laugh at his jokes. She wou-

‘Expelliarmus!’ said Neville, and Y/F/N, caught unawares, felt her wand fly out of her hand.

‘I DID IT!’ said Neville gleefully, ‘I’ve never done it before- I DID IT!’

‘Good one!’ said Y/F/N encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real duel Neville’s opponent was unlikely to be staring in the opposite direction with their wand held loosely at their side.

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‘Let’s say Wednesday night, then,’ said Harry, ‘ we can decide on additional meetings then. Come on, we’d better get going.’

He pulled out the Marauder's Map again and checked it carefully  for signs of teachers on the seventh floor. He let them all leave in threes and fours.

Y/F/N went out with two Hufflepuffs, since their Common Rooms were somewhat close together. Looking back to wave at Neville, who was leaving with Ginny and some other Gryffindor, was her mistake. Instead of finding Neville, her eyes found Fred; about to head north with his twin and Lee Jordan, and he returned the look.

It was yet another small moment of Y/E/C meeting brown and lightning going off inside them. She could’ve sworn his eyes looked apologetic. Was he sorry? Was he going to apologize? Should she forgive him?

‘Hey, bro, hurry up! Filch is gonna see us!’ George’s voice came to break the spell and ruin the moment. Fred turned around, his cheeks flushing.

‘Y-yeah y-yeah! I-I’m coming!’ He called out and was about to leave but then stopped for a second to say ‘Er-... H-have a good night.’

She sighed, mirroring that fateful day. ‘Goodbye, Weasley.’

Of course he didn’t apologize, he still thought she was evil. Y/F/N was glad her dorm mates were all asleep that night so they wouldn’t see her crying.

Chapter 2: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183728021751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-2

Summary: The Weasleys get kicked out of the Quidditch Team. Reader won’t let it slide.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1009

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/L/N/M= Your Last Name Misspelled

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

The weeks passed by and the DA continued to meet on the Room of Requirement every other day. Everyone was getting better with defence magic and it was real fun training together.

Y/F/N and Fred had yet to exchange more than two words with each other and he had yet to apologize so she was still trying her best to give him the cold shoulder, but it was too difficult. She couldn’t not look at him every time he jinxed someone with his eyes closed to show off.

And he couldn’t not look at her every time she mastered a new spell bested only by Hermione. But neither of them would budge and actually try to talk properly to the other. They were both too stubborn.

Same thing happened in Potions class… Even though it did make sense to stay quiet at Potions, since Snape would send them to Detention if they did otherwise.

As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, drew nearer, their DA meetings were put on hold because Angelina insisted on almost daily practices.

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October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy draughts that bit at exposed hands and faces. The skies and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale, pearly grey, the mountains around Hogwarts were snowcapped, and the temperature in the castle dropped so low that many students wore their thick protective dragonskin gloves in the corridors between lessons.

The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. Draco Malfoy kept going around the Slytherin table and passing around buttons that said ‘Weasley is Our King’. So far, most of the Slytherins he had offered them too had happily taken them once he’d provided an explanation of what it meant.

It meant that Ron Weasley was a lousy player and, thanks to him, Slytherin was bound to win; which made him their king. Y/F/N had been the only Slytherin to reject the button when offered so far.

‘I’m not really that interested in Quidditch. I’m not competitive; sorry,’ was her explanation when he questioned her. But that was not it. She was very much invested in Quidditch. She’d been going to every match since First Year and, after a certain event in Second Year, she’d gotten even MORE enthusiastic.

She was very much competitive and excited for the day’s match. But she would still not accept the button because the team she was rooting for was not Slytherin. And the Weasley who was her king was not Ron.

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Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew.

The balls were released and fourteen players shot upwards.

Y/F/N sat on the Slytherin row wearing her Slytherin scarf but her eyes were reserved for one Gryffindor. Even if she was mad at him, she had to see him; the Quidditch Pitch was when he was at his best, in his element, and nothing could stop him. Sometimes she hid somewhere to watch Gryffindor practise to see his face just light up when he beat the bludger to and fro.

It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds- Harry’s fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball- Malfoy’s fingernails scrabbled on the back of Harry’s hand hopelessly- Harry pulled his broom upwards, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the gryffindor spectators screamed their approval…

They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won-

WHAM.

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In front of the giant crowd composed from all four Houses and most of the school staff, Harry and George blew up and started beating up Malfoy and his friends. Fred would’ve joined them in if it hadn’t been for Angelina, Katie and Alicia grabbing him.

Everyone watched in shock. Some gasped and covered their eyes, some laughed and cheered.Y/F/N was part of the latter group. Among the chaos, there was justice.

And then Madam Hooch interrupted and took them away.

For the next few days, the rumors travelled through the school.

Some said that the Gryffindor Team had been dismantled, some loved to claim that Potter and his buddies had been expelled, the biggest one was that they’d all been banned from playing Quidditch ever again.

Y/F/N was scared of all of them being true. She couldn’t imagine how devastated the three of them would be if any of those things turned out to be reality. She had to ask, she was too worried.

During Potions that week, the Weasley Twins sat on their favourite spot, the very back of the class, but that didn’t prevent them  from being all but taunted by all the Slytherins sharing the classroom with them.

As it was expected from him, Snape allowed as much bullying as possible as long as it came from his House. Y/F/N decided to follow them after class was over.

‘Excuse me,’

‘What?’ George snapped as they both turned around. Both twins recognized her, as they’d been seeing her in every DA meeting; but one knew her better than the other, ‘Oh, hey, Y/L/N/M.’

‘Dude, it’s Y/L/N,’ Fred corrected him in a voice barely higher than a whisper.

‘Oh, sorry.’

‘It’s fine,’ She dismissed it, ‘I wanted to ask, is it true? Did you get kicked out of the Quidditch team?’

‘Err… Yeah. Why?’ George answered again. Fred kept looking at her in a way she couldn’t quite decipher; something told her he hadn’t confided in his brother about their weird situation. For George, she was just another classmate and he had no idea how she felt about his twin.

Her face dropped. That was exactly what she’d been afraid of. Somebody had to do something.

‘N-nothing. Just wanted to know. Thanks.’

‘Well then, see you on Wednesday.’

‘Bye,’ She left already planning what she was going to do.

Y/F/N= Your First Name

Y/L/N= Your Last Name

Y/E/C= Your Eye Color

Y/W/H= Your Wand Hand

If it’s in bold, then it’s a direct quote from the book.

Chapter 1: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183362457751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-1

Summary: The reader joins Dumbledore’s Army. Not everyone is on-board for it; Fred is skeptical.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 15: “The Hog’s Head”

Word Count: 992

 Chapter 2: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183728021751/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-2

Summary: The DA’s first meeting. Tensions are high.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None. (Angst maybe?)

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 18: “Dumbledore’s Army”

Word Count: 901

 Chapter 3: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/183937811611/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-3

Summary: The Weasleys get kicked out of the Quidditch Team. Reader won’t let it slide.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1009

 Chapter 4: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184273668241/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-4

Summary: A mysterious prankster messes up Umbridge’s office.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: There’s a swear word.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; between Chapters 19: “The Lion and the Serpent” and 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Word Count: 1075

Chapter 5: https://haystarlight.tumblr.com/post/184574737841/fred-weasleyxreader-different-chapter-5

Summary: The DA leaves for Christmas break. Harry and Cho weren’t the only ones under the mistletoe that night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: None.

Time Period: Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 21 “The Eye of the Snake”

Fics I Completed:

The Name Of A Wolf- Marauders single chapter based on folklore about werewolves, 1,800 words

One single thread of gold tied me to you- 5 chapter Harry Potter x Wolfstar’s adopted daughter fic, non-magic AU with POC autistic Teddy Lupin little brother and Desi James and Harry potter, 23,171 words

Fics I have Not completed:

You made the bet in the beginning of the first year.

‘‘Hey Hermione,’‘ you said, walking faster to be able to walk next to her. ‘‘How long do you think it will take Harry to figure out there is a spell to fix his eyesight?’‘

Hermione gniffled, looking at you from the corner of her eyes.

‘‘Knowing Harry?’‘ She said. ‘‘Probably a year or two, given or taken.’‘

‘‘Really?’‘ You asked, smirking. ‘‘You are that positive?’‘

She shrugged. ‘‘What do you think then?’‘

‘‘Kwoing Harry? Probably not even at the end of the seventh year,’‘ you snickered.

Hermione laughed. ‘‘Challenge accepted.’‘

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The war was over. It was done. Voldemort had been defeated, just as the remaining Death Eaters. The battle was won. And Harry still hadn’t figured out he could simply fix his eyesight with a spell.

You were surprised when you felt a slender hand on your shoulder. Turning around, your eyes met those of Hermione, who signed to Harry with a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. ‘‘I guess this means you win,’‘ she said. You smirked when you remembered you bet of all those years ago. Looking at Harry, who was standing a few metres away from you, you sighted.

‘‘Should we tell him?’‘

‘‘We could... or we could just make another bet to see how many years it will take him from now.

You laughed, casuing Harry to shot a strange look at you two, only causing you to laugh harder.

‘‘You’re on, Granger,’‘ you said. ‘‘I think he wil know when his hair has turned gray already.’‘

Hermione sniggered. ‘‘That sounds surprisingly realistic.’‘

From a few metres away, Harry shook his head, not even wanting to know why you two where laughing so hard. If he only knew...