Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 10

A/N: Should I even keep apologizing for always being late? I probably should, I just don't know if you guys get tired of these notes. So, sorry lovelies, iv'e had quite a few semester tests and projects and a lot of homework. But here's another chapter.

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Mr. Weasley led us through the gates and into the campsite while speaking to Ginny about the trouble Ludo Bagman has already caused. I knew he was nothing but trouble.

We trudged through the long rows of tents. Most were plain, ordinary, muggle tents, or, so they seemed to be. It seemed that most of the wizards who had put the up tried very hard to make them appear muggle like. Only, some had messed up by adding chimneys or bellpulls, I even saw a weather vane or two. Other tents, however, didn't even try to had the magic factor. While one tent had live peacocks tethered outside, another had a garden, or three floors.

"Always the same, we can't resist showing off when we get together. Ah, here we are, look, this is us." Mr. Weasley chirped. 

At the top of the field, near the edge of the woods, there was a small sign hammered into the ground. Painted on the front in crude handwriting, was the word 'WEEZLEY'. I smiled at the spelling error and dropped my pack on the ground. 

"-We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult.. Muggles do it all the time... Here, Harry, Y/n, where do you reckon we should start?" Mr. Weasley asked. 

I knew Harry had never gone camping and I'd only gone once a few years ago with mum and dad. Hermione walked over to Harry and I and instructed us on where the poles and pegs should go. Mr. Weasley tried to help, he really did, but got a little over excited when using the mallet. 

"No, not there Y/n! That peg needs to go there! You can't put that pole there Harry. Y/n, I said it doesn't go there! Just give it to me! I'll fix it!" Hermione huffed out orders. 

I sighed and dropped the pole I was holding. I stepped back as Hermione swooped in and began putting things in order. Fred walked up beside me, snickering. 

"You really shouldn't have put the pole there Y/n/n. It obviously has to go there." He gestured to the place I was standing before, and then the area Hermione was standing.

"Well, Freddie, I didn't see you do anything." I crossed my arms. 

He gasped dramatically, "I was helping plenty. I was standing just over there, with George, and admiring this beautiful tent. And your failure of course." 

"Of course." I mimicked. 

"We'll be a bit cramped but I think we'll all squeeze in. Come and have a look." Mr. Weasley called. I looked over and saw everyone crawling into the first small tent. There's no way all the boys will fit in there! 

I ducked under the tent flap and felt my jaw drop. The outside appearance had nothing on the inside. It now appeared to be a three-room flat, along with a bathroom and kitchen. It was rather old fashioned, and smelled strongly of cats, but would suffice for the trip. 

"Not bad, eh?" George asked. 

"Not bad at all." I agreed. 

"Y/n, let's go put our stuff in our tent." Ginny said while taking me by the elbow and dragging me into the girls tent. 

Our tent was a bit smaller and thankfully- didn't smell of cats. It had one room, a kitchen and bathroom. The one room had two sets of bunk beds. I put my pack onto the bottom bed of the nearest bunk and Ginny tossed hers on top of the bed above mine.