I Do | Fred Weasley x Reader

chapter 78

Me, Harry, Hermione, Neville and a few other students are at Slughorn's club, eating treats and talking.

I'm sitting next to Neville, who is next to Hermione, who is next to Harry.

"Yes sir. In fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him and the Minister of Magic over the holidays" Cormac says.

"Oh, well, be sure to give them both my best. What about your uncle, Belby? For the lot of you who don't know, Marcus' uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion. Is he working on anything knew?"

"Don't know. Him and dad don't get on. Probably because me dad says potions are rubbish. Says the only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day"

"What about you, Miss Granger? What does your family do in the Muggle world?" Slughorn asks Hermione.

"My parents are dentists" Hermione replies, but the room goes silent, everyone turning to her "They tend to people's teeth"

"Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?" Slughorn asks.

"No" Hermione answers, then pauses "Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick, did bite my father once. He needed 10 stitches" Hermione says, making me chuckle.

The door then opens and Ginny's on the other side, looking in the room.

"Ah, Miss Weasley. Come in, come in"

Ginny comes in slowly.

"Look at her eyes. They've been fighting again, her and Dean" Hermione whispers.

"Sorry, I'm not usually late" Ginny says, Harry standing.

I stifle a laugh at their cuteness as Hermione looks Harry up and down.

"No matter. You're just in time for dessert, that is, if Belby's left you any" Slughorn says, then laughs.

"What?" Harry asks Hermione.

"Nothing" Hermione replies.

"So, about parents, Y/N, what do your parents do?" Atlas asks, a smirk on his face.

"I'd rather not talk about my parents"

"Why? Are they that boring to talk about? Are you ashamed of them?"

"I don't like talking about them because they're dead, Posyden"

Yes, his name is Atlas Posyden. The Posyden family are all Slytherins and value pure-bloods, just like the Malfoys. They're basically the Malfoys.

I get up to leave, but Neville grabs my wrist.

"Stay, Y/N. You're my friend, so it's not the same without you"

I turn to Neville, smile at him, then sit back down.

"Don't mind that manky old prat" Neville whispers in my ear, making me chuckle.

"I won't, thank you" I say, hugging him and pecking his cheek.

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Ron came into the Great Hall, wearing a Keeper's uniform, which made other students laugh at him and throw comments at him.

He sits down next to me, looks at his food, then looks up at Hermione and Harry.

"So how was it then?" he asks.

"How was what?" Hermione asks.

"Your dinner party?" Ron asks.

"Pretty boring, actually" Hermione answers.

"Except when Y/N yelled at Atlas that her parents are dead" Harry says.

"Ha ha! Orphan!" a guy says, pushing me into the table so hard, it knocks the wind out of me.