Fire In The Hole
The first month of school had flown by, with class now back in full swing and homework up to your eyebrows. It was test week and you were sat in the library studying for potions. You weren't the brightest student so you really had to work for your grades. Something that annoyed you to hell was the fact that the twins got better marks than you with half the effort, and to make matters worse you took the exact same classes. Most likely due to your relatively shared interests, in another world the three of you may have actually gotten along. But that option died a long time ago.
In first year, after your incident on the train, you'd accidentally burned a hole in George's favourite sweater. If he wasn't so stubborn you all could've moved on with your lives, after you'd already apologised profusely to the boy. But no, if the twins were anything it was in fact stubborn. In retaliation, and an attempt to avenge his poor sweater, he hexed all your school robes to stink of troll for a week. This led to repeated back and forth until eventually you got pulled up by McGonagall and had to settle for hating each other. If any of the three of you were half-decent you could've let your earlier school years antics go, but the damage had been done. Though every now and then you'd still pull pranks between the three of you, a silent message of loathing.
As you skimmed the textbook you noticed Hermione Granger, a younger year, coming to your section of the library. "Ah, Hermione, you're a bright witch. Please will you explain this potion to me? I do not understand the brewing at all." She turned around and gave you a sympathetic smile, "Sure. Point to it." The two of you stayed sat in the library going over various potions to help you with Snape's next test. You'd become friends with Hermione last year when you had to sleep next to each other in the great hall during Sirius' attack. The pair of you stayed up all night as you told her about some of your pranks.
"Thank you so much, I owe you." With your ink pot ran out you called it a day with Hermione. "Buy me a chocolate frog next time we go to Hogsmeade." She smirked at you as you both packed up the many books and papers scattered on the long work bench. "I've got to go, meeting Ron before dinner." Hermione hurriedly shoved the last of her quills in her bag, a faint blush crawling up her cheeks. "Ron hmmm? Go on then, and use protection!" You called out the last part very loudly as she walked out of the library, trying your best to embarrass her for all to hear.
Following shortly after, you exited the library and began making your way to the great hall. As you entered you saw Angelina standing with none other than Fred Weasley, smiling like a giddy child. Walking over to the two of them, Fred noticed you and left to sit with his brother. "What were you doing with carrot number two over there? You looked like a love-sick puppy, it was disgusting." You followed Fred's frame as he walked further down the hall, repulsed by your best friends goo-goo eyes. "Tonks, I think I like Fred." She mused, eyes locked on Fred. "YOU WHAT?" Your mouth dropped open in awe, the words echoing throughout the entire hall.
It took you a second to realise how loud you'd just been but given the circumstances you truly couldn't care less. "Fred Weasley? My sworn enemy? You're kidding me." Folding your arms you plopped down on the bench and scrunched up your face. "Y/N, be realistic. Your problem is with George, Fred's just been caught in the crosshairs. What do you even hate about them so much? It's all just dumb pranks anyway." Angelina sat down next to you, earnestly trying to bring you around to the idea. "He's going to have to earn it you know, dating you." Stabbing a fork into table in front of you, you shot Fred a deathly glare, making the ginger gulp nervously. "Oh please, I like him. We're not dating, yet." She finished the sentence with a glimmer of hope in her voice.
"Fine." With that, the two of you proceeded with your dinner and headed back to the common room shortly after. You got ready for bed and curled up with your potions book. "Merlin's beard this crap is difficult." Closing the book, you stood up and put your slippers on. "Tonks? Where are you going?" Angelina propped up on her elbows and looked at you in a sleepy daze. "I feel like causing some trouble." You put your hands together in a sinister manor, mimicking some evil fairytale character. Ange rolled her eyes before flopping back down into bed, after four years of your stupid antics she stopped trying to interfere.
"Teach him to flirt with my best friend..." You muttered to yourself, slinking down the hallway to the boys dorms. Carefully you cracked open the door to the boys dorm, tiptoe-ing through the room to find Fred's bed. After going around the circle of beds you landed on two red heads. Shit. They were both asleep on their stomachs, with their long hair obscuring any identifying features. You'd actually become quite good at distinguishing them even from the smallest glance. But this was too much even for you.
Taking a chance you crept over to the second bed, removing your wand from your night gown. Very quietly you whispered a soot spell, meant to drench Fred from head to toe as a nice morning surprise. Clearly you'd messed it up as a small flame lit the corner of his blanket. "Oh fuck." Water spell, water spell, water spell. Why couldn't you remember a single thing Flitwick had said the week of elemental magic? Fred shifted in his bed as the fire continued to burn further down his blanket. In an effort to put out the fire you began blowing on it softly.
Obviously you were very tired at the time because this only caused the fire to grow. "No, no, no. Oh my gosh." This time when you spoke, Fred opened his eyes. Now eye to eye with the very obviously growing fire on his bed, Fred bolted up straight. Except it wasn't Fred, it was George. "Y/N?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" George managed a whisper-yell, not waking anybody else in the dorm yet. "I'm sorry! I meant to cast a soot spell not an ignition one! Just help me put it out, please!" Your hands flew around in a panic, urging George out of the near blazing blanket.
George was now stood next to you in flannel pajama pants a white shirt. "Wingardium leviosa!" George whispered, shifting the blanket off his bed and to the center of the room. The blanket was now laid out flat, and in an almost comical way lit the entire blanket up in flames. "Nice one, that really helped." Quipping your head to the boy you gave him a stern look and crossed your arms. "Tonks there is a literal fire in my dorm! That you started!" He turned to look you dead in the eye, your noses almost touching. The fire was still blazing, smoke now starting to fill the room. On cue with the growing fire, water dispelled itself from the dorms ceiling, showering all the boys in ice cold water. Every boy in the room woke up and began squealing. "For Merlin's sake!" George screamed, trying to shield himself from the indoor rain.
"Miss Tonks, Mr Weasley! What are you doing!" Ms McGonagall burst through the door in her night gown, quickly stopping the water and ensuring the flames had been fully expelled. "Wh- It wasn't me! She's the one who lit my bed on fire!" George protested, pointing a finger in your face. "Both of you come with me." Quickly, she flicker her wand, drying the boys room and igniting the fireplace to warm the poor boys up.
In her office, yourself and George stood waiting for your judgement. "Thanks a lot Tonks, really thank you." The red head whispered sarcastically, his lips awfully close to your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stood up at the breath of on your skin. "I said I was sorry, it wasn't even meant for you." You couldn't meet his gaze, your face drenched with shame. "And why would you sick that on my poor brother?" He stepped in front of you, bending down to look into your eyes. "He's trying to get with Angelina, and given the track record between the three of us I figured he needed a friendly warning." Finally you looked up, met with big brown eyes looking at you in disgust.
"Sorry George." Immediately you looked away, the guilt settling in even further. "Godric, just... let them be happy. He doesn't need you meddling in his affairs." George resumed his place next to you just as McGonagall entered. "200 points from Gryffindor. Now off to bed, it is too late for this and I am sure this will be enough of a lesson." She had a hand pressed to her forehead in crystal clear annoyance, barely entering the room before leaving again. George's mouth fell open, his jaw practically touching the marble floors of McGonagall's office. "You're dead. That's over five wins in quidditch." His face scrunched up as he stormed out of the office.
"George wait! Really I'm sorry!"