Heartbeats: Fred Weasley x Reader

The Quidditch World Cup

You, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione all followed Mr. Weasley through the woods toward the gigantic stadium that you and the twins had discovered earlier. The trail was now lit with lanterns and you could hear the sounds of thousands of people.

"I got these for you," you said, handing the scarves to Fred and George.

"No way," Fred said as he held his scarf in his hands, looking awestruck.

"Why?" George asked, equally bewildered.

"Because I love you guys," you said with a shrug, "And it's a thank you for letting me annoy you for the rest of the summer holidays," The twins laughed.

"But you still shouldn't have," George said, putting his scarf around his shoulders. He gave you a hug. Well, the best hug you can give someone while walking.

"You really didn't need to get us anything," said Fred softly. You looked at the boy. He was still holding the scarf in his hands. You smiled.

"I know," you said, "I wanted to though," Fred pulled you into a walking hug as well. Once the two of you had pulled apart, you grabbed the scarf from his hands and threw it over his neck.

"How do I look?" Fred asked. You laughed.

"Very handsome," you said. Fred practically glowed at your compliment. Your group made its way to the entrance. Mr. Weasley held out your tickets to the Ministry witch who was working.

"Prime seats!" she said, "Top Box. Straight upstairs, as high as you can go!" You, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione all clambered up the stairs. Eventually you reached a small box with about twenty chairs. The Top Box was incredible. You could see everything from here.

Your group all filed into the front seats. You sat between Charlie and Fred. George was on his twin's other side. You leaned as far as you could over the banister, trying to suck it all in. You felt the same way you did years ago when you entered the Hogwarts quidditch stadium for the first time. It was immaculate.

"Imagine playing here," said Charlie, voicing your exact thoughts.

"We should just make our own team," said Fred, "Can't you imagine? We'd call it 'The Weasleys'," You, Charlie, and George laughed.

"So, you and George are beaters," you said to Fred, "Charlie would be-,"

"Keeper," said Charlie automatically, "Harry can be on our team as a seeker,"

"Chasers are Y/N, Ginny, and Bill," George said.

"Man, we'd crush the league," you laughed.

The Top Box began to fill over the next half an hour. There were many Ministry folks that Mr. Weasley knew. The Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, was even present with the Bulgarian minister. You didn't pay the newcomers much mind until you heard a silky voice.

"Ah, Fudge," said Lucius Malfoy, "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Our son, Draco?"

"How do you do?" said Fudge. He introduced the Bulgarian Minister of Magic to Malfoy and then said, "You know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?" Mr. Malfoy glared at Mr. Weasley. Then his cold gray eyes swept over the rest of the Weasley family, including you, Harry, and Hermione.

"Good lord, Arthur," Mr. Malfoy said softly, "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetch this much," You grabbed Charlie and Fred's arms as they started to get out of their seats. As much as you despised anyone saying anything rude about the Weasleys, you knew it wasn't worth having a fist fight in the Top Box. Fudge wasn't listening and continued to babble.