The Love Club [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were proud to say they were a pureblooded family with their two children, yourself, as the oldest, and Draco, the younger child. With their high reputation, they weren't unheard of by the wizarding community, their name being spit out by many and praised by some.

Lucius had insisted to enroll you into Durmstrang but your mother heavily disagreed wanting you to stay closer to home meaning Hogwarts seemed to be the only option.

You were okay with that from what you've heard and read in your father's papers when he wasn't around.

At eleven years old you received your Hogwarts letter, your mom read it profusely before shoving it back into a drawer for later.

"Hurry, we'll be late," Your father drowned out, "Draco, you're staying here."

Draco simply glared at him, wanting to accompany you for getting your school supplies. You didn't detest the idea, but you made sure to leave him a hug before following your father into the fireplace.

He grabbed the powder, "Diagon Alley." 

In a flash you were in Diagon Alley, Lucius holding your hand tightly for a brief moment.

He cleared his throat, directing you towards a shop full of animals, and after you came out with a bright orange owl with specks of brown and white in his feathers, "I have no idea why you chose that idiotic looking bird."

Lucius stared at the bird, "Detestable."

He hadn't let you utter a word before walking to Olivander's.

There you got your wand, Sycamore wood with a phoenix feather core, 12 ½" and brittle flexibility.

" A phoenix core..." You cautiously held your new wand in your grasp, "Isn't that so... Cool...?"

"Quite rare." Lucius had noted.

Next was the book store, a place you weren't eager to visit. Yes, you did read books but not often, and now? You wouldn't want to read the rest of your summer away, trying to memorize crucial parts of the school books.

Lucius held the door for you, following you into the overcrowded store. "Don't wander off too far."

You had muttered a quick okay before shoving your way through the crowd. You had seemed to shove a red-haired boy a little too hard for his liking and another one seemed to show up before separating from their red-headed parents.

You walked down rows of books, not one sparking your interest.

Huffing in irritation you turned back around to find your father hoping he got everything that was on the list. You didn't notice a misplaced book on the ground.

On your knees, you followed the laughter with your eyes to see the culprits. You hadn't even questioned it with the way that cackled.

"You!" You jumped at them, a growl leaving your throat, " You two-"

"Are quite a nuisance." A cold stern voice cut in, your dad seemingly had appeared out of nowhere.

The two red-haired twins, as it looked, stopped laughing to stare at your father in weariness, now seeming to back up slightly.

"Malfoy."

The boys' father walked up behind the two, a look of pure distaste was painted on his face at seeing your father.

"Weasely."

A silence at through them, not once daring to speak. It was soon interrupted by the man's wife, her eyes had scanned you up and down before doing the same to your father.

"- Arthur. We gotta get goin' now."

They left right after that.

"Is that the owl you picked out?!" Draco sneered at the bird, "You are quite the ugliest thing I've ever seen."

"You little prat! Get out!" You sat up in your bed, your wand in hand.

"Why do you have your wand out?"

"Get out."

"I'm not in your room."

"Yes, you are!"

"No, technically I am not."

You glared at his stature that stood in front of your room, his feet not daring to cross the threshold.

"I thought he looked... pretty."

"Pretty ugly."

"Little twat..."

You laid back down, twisting your wand absentmindedly, letting your hair return to its normal color.

This was it, you were going to become a real witch.

A smile found its way onto your lips.

Your mom held you and Draco tightly next to her while Lucius glanced at the soon-to-be students of Hogwarts running around the platform, putting their trunks into each compartment.

"Now, if those... Weasleys... give you a hard time..." Lucius grumbled, his grip tight on his cane.

"I don't want you to leave..." Draco hung to your side tightly, you slowly patting his back.

"Draco, let her go. She needs to get on the train." Your mother scolded him slightly, not before giving you a bone-breaking hug, her eyes stinging slightly.

"I'll miss you my little love bug," Narcissa let you go, her fingers grasping your cheeks lightly.

"I'll write every day, mother."

Lucius cast a glance at you before letting himself give you a quick hug and with that and a long goodbye to your younger brother, you were off to Hogwarts.

Finding a compartment was easy as for those who sat in the same as you? Difficult.

After the book store run-in, you were already familiarized with the Weasleys before thanks to your father's and mother's rants and disdain for them, Lucius had told you more about them in his vent back to the Malfoy manor.

Now, you sat across from two red-haired twins that looked like they wouldn't give up the chance to throw you off the train and into its tracks.

It wasn't like you had insulted them, yet, but more as of they already had an idea of who you were.

Lucky for you, Lee Jordan, had sat next to you making conversation with the Weasleys while you ignored their eyes, prompting you to stare out the window admiring the scenery as best you could instead.

"Fred and George Weasley have a ring to it." Lee Jordan commented, his arms resting in his lap. He turned to you, "And who're you?"

"Malfoy. [Name] Malfoy."

"Malfoy, huh? I've heard of your family before... Purebloods." 

You smirked, "Only the best."

"Jeez, you have an ego."

One of the two twins said, you not having figured which is which, aiming a blow to your pride which hadn't worked.

"Don't think I haven't heard of you Weasleys." You straightened your back, casting them a glance, "Blood traitors my parents say. Both your parents can't afford much, shame."

The twin on the left tried standing but his other twin on the right held him back muttering, "You don't hit girls."

"You consider her a girl...?"

Your hair flared a bright red, a snarl on your lips.

"First years! First years; this way!" A tall heavy-set man with a long beard shouted out, you following his orders.

The group of first years stopped to peer at the lake, boats littering the beauty of the lake.

"Four per boat, come on!"

You let out a breath of relief sitting down in a random boat with random soon-to-be classmates of yours.

The boats were enchanted it seemed like, touring the entire outside of the castle they call Hogwarts. The lights of the castle, the boats, memorized you in a serene state.

"It's breathtaking..."

Hagrid, his name that you learned by a quick introduction of himself, had led the class of first-years to the steps of the castle where a woman clad in emerald robes emerged from a door. "Thank you, Hagrid." The woman turned her back, "Follow along everyone!"

Stumbling after her, you made your way into the entrance hall, the walls were lit with flaming torches following the wall.

"I am Professor McGonagall. Welcome to Hogwarts," the lip tight teacher bellowed, "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend your free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Professor McGonagall excused herself momentarily before coming right back, the group of first years now waiting anxiously in front of the large double doors that entered the banquet hall.

Soon enough you were allowed to walk in. Up high above everyone seemed to be the night sky, earning wows and awes from the first years.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats are sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you have a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The sorting hat was pulled out, finishing its song of the houses. You watched everyone around you clap at the song.

Names were called, houses clapped for each of their own.

"Malfoy! [Name] Black Malfoy." McGonagall called you out. You made your way to the stool where the hat rested. She raised the hat, allowing you to sit down.

Your eyes were covered from the hall.

"Malfoy, huh? Pure blooded, purists. I see ambition in you but also bravery," The hat monologued inside your head. Feeling an invasion of privacy, you tried blocking out random thoughts to its dismay. "You care for your title, yes? But you want to create your own... A little of Black is in you, yes..."

"Slytherin or...  Gryffindor..." The hat mumbled aloud for enough to hear.

"Serious... I see... What do you wish? I see you've defended and stuck up for your brother... But you get what you want by no means... You also don't seem to care for your blood status... Is that right?"

'Slytherin', you frowned slightly. Why was it taking longer than you expected? Why did he try to make you question yourself?

"Alright then... SLYTHERIN!" 

Your first two years at Hogwarts seemed to fly by you, you being elected as the Slytherin's Quidditch seeker, the first girl on the team after a long while.

You met your first cousin, a Hufflepuff, and a disgrace to your family.

Nymphadora Tonks.

Turns out she was just like you, a metamorphmagus.

She left Hogwarts your second year, her on her way to becoming an Auror.

You won the quidditch cup, crushing Gryffindor and the other houses, your second year, to the twin's dismay. You had gotten bludged to the head a few times.

It all seemed to fly by, and like that, here you were boarding the train with your little brother, Draco Malfoy.