This is the collection of all harry potter character's (except the marauders, who's book could be found on my profile) one-shots I've written over time ;)
I know this used to be an exclusively the weasley twins one-shots book, but I didn't see the u...
━━author's note: Here's another Fred Weasley story! It was written for one of my very dear friends. I hope you enjoy
━━warning(s): swearing, mentions of injuries and passing out
━━word count: 2,909
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Fred rolled his eyes as the pink, monster of a woman as she took them to her office yet again. George was right behind him, sighing quietly. They couldn't. Not when that first year had done nothing wrong. They had to take the blame.
"Ahhhh Miss (Y/n), doing good I hope?" she said, smiling wickedly at the student in front. (Y/n) bit her tongue, trying not to say anything that would get her into any more trouble. Her hand was already red and swollen.
Fred's gaze shifted to you, writing over the small round table. He furrowed his eyebrows. Didn't Umbridge support all Slytherins?
"Mr. Weasley!" came the teacher's shrill voice and Fred looked at the toad again.
"If you two could please take the quills here?" she said mockingly as they both picked it up, sitting behind a small table together.
"What do we have to write?" they asked taking out a sheet.
"Write, 'we must not destroy school property.'" She said, laughing. If there could be a worse sound in the world.
Fred started writing as he felt the familiar prick in his hands. Hundreds of needles, stabbing his arm as he tried not to hiss. He heard a small gasp beside as he turned to look at you. Your one arm was plump and you were writing from the other one. Did the witch made you write from both of them?
"Now Mr. Weasley, it would be nice to concentrate on your own punishment and let it sink in. Miss (Y/l/n), I hope you are getting the message?" she asked sipping her tea. Fred wondered if it was polyjuice hiding something far terrible from them, but then again, she was already horrendous.
"Yes, professor." You said with such contempt, that George looked up exchanging a glance with him. The teacher however didn't notice.
Fred kept sneaking glances at you throughout the next few hours. You were bit your lip as if trying not to say something. He never quite noticed you if he was honest. You were always with your close friends from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. You were a quiet person seemingly blending with the crowds. He always took it to be pride over your blood status, not wanting to mingle with the so called, 'dirty bloods'. Now as he saw you, he wondered if he was wrong. He wanted to know what brought you here. He looked down at his own parchment thinking what had gotten into him.
He scribbled furiously, wanting to get this over with. George raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged. He saw you stand up, showing Umbridge your arms, getting a tut for approval. He rushed through the next few lines, filling up the page as he felt tears prick his eyes.
He stood up as you left the room, rushing to the witch. He showed his arms to her and the page. Umbridge raised her eyebrows at him. Fred bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something.
