Hey guys! This is a request, and I'm super excited to write it, so thank you for sending it dyysfunctional_bitxh. If there is anything you want me to change or fix, please tell me, cause I want this to be exactly how you imagined it or better.

"George I swear to God! Get your sorry arse back here," you scream as you chase the laughing boy around the courtyard, your wand raised.

"It was Fred! I swear," he screams as he runs past a crowd of observers including his brother.

"I know for a fact it wasn't him, because he values his life to much!"

Flashback

"Hey Harriet," you call as you run down the long corridor towards the dungeons.

The dark haired girl turns towards you with a scowl on her face, but it immediately turns into a smile when she realizes who it is.

"Oh hey (Y/n)! Sorry, I thought you were that Creevey boy again. Seriously he never stops following me, and he keeps asking if I can get him into the common room so he can get photos," your best friend complains while you laugh.

"Really? I'm surprised he's even left Potters side. Last I heard from Draco, Potter threw a jynx at Creevey, but it ricocheted back at him, and smacked him in the face," you and Harriet burst into laughter.

"That reminds me of what happened to Whitney and Tristen! Except the jynx she sent at him didn't backfire," Harriet reminds you of the most recent school-wide story.

"Ya but he deserved it! First he got that rumour going around the school that she was a Muggle-born, and then he put a hex on her quill to write all of the wrong answers on her Care of Magical Creatures test. If it had been me, he would be stuck in the hospital wing for more than a few days."

"Hey Screet," a familiar voice calls out to your best friend. She looks up, and you turn your head to look at the tall Gryffindor boy, only for your head to be smacked forward again.

Kids in the hall gasp as you drop down to your knees, holding your head in your hands. A searing pain went through your skull for about three seconds before it finally eased up. You groan as Harriet tries to help you stand up.

Suddenly all of the kids in the hallway burst into laughter, and it looks like Harriet is trying to hold back giggles to. You start wiping at your face, wondering if you had some leftover food stuck on your lip from the feast. A lock of your hair gets tangled in your fingers, and you pull it in front of your face so you can fix the tangled mess, but what you see stops you in your tracks. The hair tangled in your fingers wasn't your real (Y/h/c) hair. It had been dyed a bright green with silver stripes to match Slytherins house colors.

You could practically see smoke coming out of your ears as you slowly lift your head up to see George Weasley, a box of something in his right hand, probably him and his twin brothers new product that he's testing out. A terrified expression makes its way on to his face when he sees the absolute fury in your eyes.

It looks like he's about to say something, but before a word comes out of his mouth, you're running after his retreating figure.

End Flashback

Now you were here, still chasing George around the courtyard. Your lungs burned and your legs kicked as you ran after the tall boy, observers cheering you on and laughing at George.

"(Y/n) please! It wears off in a few days," George pleads.

"And you won't be around to see it back to normal!"

Just as you were about to make another lap around the large fountain, hands grip your upper arms, and keep you from continuing your chase. You thrash and kick in the person's grip as George runs back into the castle.

Looking over your shoulder, you see a smirking Fred holding you back by your arms. You start grumbling death threats at him, saying you wouldn't be able to tell which twin was which when you snuck into their room to turn his clothes pink.

The crowd of laughing teenagers dispersed, leaving you to continue struggling in Fred's strong, vice-like grip. For how skinny he was, he was ridiculously strong. Must be a tall person thing.

"Look he might be an antagonizing bloke, but I can't have you running off to kill my other half. I mean for all you know we could have switched places in the middle of your chase," Fred, you think he's Fred, tells you. You look back at him suspiciously, and grip your want tighter in your hand.

"Ok fine we didn't switch out, but for real. I can't have you killing my less-hansome clone," he jokes. You grumble something unintelligible under your breath before jerking your arms one more time, and Fred finally let's go. You turn to him with an annoyed expression on your face.

"So were both of you in on this, or were you decent enough to not turn my hair green and silver," you ask, holding out a lock of your dyed hair.

"I can promise you this was not my idea," he states, and you give him a suspicious look.

"No really it wasn't my idea! I told him we should test it out on Ginny or Hermione, but he wouldn't listen." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

"So how long will it take," you grumble.

"Huh? Oh for the color to wear off? A few days," he tells you, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fred! This isnt something to take lightly! There has to be some way you can get rid of the color," you exclaim, throwing your arms out, then dropping them to your sides. He rubs the back of his neck nervously, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Ok if you can't get the color out, then George gets payback," you state, starting to walk off where you last saw George.

"No wait! I can't get the color out, but maybe we can make a deal," Fred begs. You turn towards him, arms crossed.

"Like what?" Your eyes meet his with a challenging look.

"I don't know. Anything you want, but please just give George a break."

You continue glaring at him, trying to see what would be a good deal. Then an idea popped into your head, like your mind had snapped it's nonexistent fingers.

"If you help me prank George," you start, and Fred already looks sick to his stomach, "then I'll go to Hogsmeade with you." His eyes immediately go wide, and a huge grin spreads across his face.

"Deal."

Time skip

You were twiddling your thumbs while you waited for Fred outside of the castle. Your feet were shuffling through the snow, making a small hole from where you had been standing. You pulled the edge of your sweater dress down, then fixed your hairpin for almost the fourth time in five minutes.

You were wearing a grey sweater dress, with intricate details stitched into the fabric. The collar had small holes in it for it to be buttoned up to keep your neck warm, but you left it down, leaving it in a flap.

Your hair was up in a simple ponytail, you doing your best to try and hide the streaks of silver in the bright green. Even though you would never admit it to anyone, you were starting to get used to the hair color, and you didn't mind it as much anymore.

The thought makes you laugh, and you start having flashbacks of what you and Fred did to George as payback.

Flashback

"Shh. Come on," Fred whispers to you as you run down the empty corridor with him, you giggling like crazy. Fred was taking you to one of the seven secret passage ways out of the castle so you both could plant the prank for George. Out of all the secret passages, Fred and George used the One Eyed Witch passage the most, so you decided to go there.

"This is gonna be awesome," you whisper to yourself, the excitement clear in your voice. Fred grins as he runs beside you, thinking your excitement to get revenge on his brother was cute and hilarious.

You finally make it to the large stone statue, and Fred mumbles some sort of spell , and the hump on the old lady's back lifted up, allowing you and Fred to climb inside.

"Ok where should we put it? Maybe we can hang it right here, that way he's guarenteed to walk into it," you suggest, pointing to a spot in the middle of the narrow tunnel.

"That's perfect. Maybe I need to ask for your help next time I prank Ron," Fred comments as he walks forward, hanging the odd cube like contraption from the ceiling of the tunnel. "Aaaaaaand done! Now al we have to do is wait for the next Hogsmeade weekend, and all of the girls will be jealous," he sniggers.

"I'll meet you on the front steps of the castle at 3:30, ok," you ask him.

"Huh?"

"Well a deals a deal. You help me prank your brother, I'll go on a date with you."

"Oh. Ya, ya, right. I'll uh- I'll see you then," he stutters nervously. You step up on your tiptoes, and leave a kiss on his cheek.

"See ya then," you spin around and run back down the tunnel, Fred staring at your retreating figure in awe.

End Flashback

Maybe he forgot? Or maybe he's just-

"Hey (Y/n)! Sorry for being late. Got caught up with something," Fred jogs over to you.

"Oh your fine," you say, mentally sighing in relief that he hadn't forgotten.

"So what do you want to do? We can go to Honey Dukes, or go check out the new Nimbus 2006, or go look at the Shrieking Shack, or go to-"

"Oh I have an idea," you say, trying to stop his rambling. This was nothing like the Fred Weasley you were used to. The Fred Weasley you knew was confident and sure, not rambly and nervous.

"Sounds good."

Time skip

It had been almost an hour that you had spent in Hogsmeade with Fred, and it had been the best time of your life so far. You had gone to both of the candy stores, and Fred even told you about where he would open up a joke shop in the small town if he could.

Hogsmeade was getting more and more crowded every minute, but that did nothing to help the constant tingly numbness in your fingers. You lifted your hands up to your face, and blew into them, trying to warm your trembling fingers.

"Hey you want to go get a drink," Fred asks, nodding over at The Three Broomsticks. Right now a hot chocolate sounded amazing (ok just pretend they have hot chocolate, cause I know it's a muggle thing), and you would do anything to keep from getting frostbite at this point.

"Sounds good," you shiver, fisting your fingers into your palms. Fred doesn't say anything, only takes one of your hands in his large one, and pulls you towards the large building. Electric shockwaves were sent through your fingertips when your hand was in his, and you didn't know what the feeling meant, but you didn't want it to go away.

Eventually you get into the old pub, and you sigh in relief from the blast of warm air.

"Theres an empty table over there," Fred points to a booth in the corner of the room. He sets his hand on the small of your back, and guides you over to the empty table. You can only hope that he can't see your red cheeks, or that he thinks it's from the cold.

"So I was wondering-" Fred starts, but is cutoff by the waitor.

"Hello. And what would you two like this afternoon," the man asks politely.

"I'll have a hot chocolate (Pretend they have hot chocolate in the wizarding world) please," you tell him.

"Me to," Fred adds.

"Ok I'll be right back with those," the waitor says before walking off towards the counter.

"You were saying," you ask Fred, remembering that he was trying to say something before the waitor walked up.

"Oh, ya. I was just wondering why you didn't go home for Christmas." You shrug your shoulders and start picking at your nails in an attempt to look bored with the question.

"My parents are having a bit of a rough time right now, and I didn't really want to deal with it over Christmas break."

"I'm sorry," he says sincerely.

"Oh it's fine. Besides I have my friends here," you give him a believable smile, twiddling with your thumbs. After a moment of silence, he reaches his hand out across the table and rests it on your smaller one. You look up into his eyes, and he gives you a soft smile, staring back at you as if he's trying to see into your soul.

"Here are your two hot chocolates," the waitor says, making you and Fred jump apart from each other.

"Thank you," you tell the man before he walks off. "Soooooo... Any big plans after your out of school," you ask, trying to not sound awkward, but failing. Fred chuckles.

"It's not exactly set in stone, but me and George want to open up a joke shop," he tells you.

"Oh so you can torture more kids like this," you ask sarcastically, holding your ponytail up.

"Hey some people actually enjoy our great inventions," Fred accuses with a laugh.

"Oh ya? Like what?"

...

Almost an hour later, you and Fred had finished your hot chocolates, and had had so many conversations you could keep track of them. There was a miny bicker about who was going to pay for the drinks, but eventually you listened you Fred command about letting him pay. He walked you outside, and turned to you.

"Well I really enjoyed this. Maybe-I don't know-maybe if you did to, we might be able to do this again," he stutters nervously, making you giggle. You take a step closer to him, feeling comfort in the warmth of his body.

"I'd like that a lot," you smile up at him as he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek. Without even realizing what your doing, you feel your body shifting forward, leaning even closer to Fred. He seemed to be moving closer to you to, tilting his face down towards you. Once your faces were close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your cheeks, he looked into your eyes again, as if asking for permission. Just as you were about to answer his question by pressing your lips to his, a ball of ice-cold something hit you right in the face, making you and Fred jump apart from each other.

"Ya that's what you get for leaving one of these hanging in the tunnel," George yells at you and Fred. A completely baffled expression crosses your face until you look at George to see what he's talking about. His face is covered in ridiculously exaggerated makeup, like the way a 4 yearold girl might do it. His lipstick is out way past his lips, and his blush is a bright hot pink that would make you gag if you were within 5 feet of it. Thankfully George was 6 feet away. (I'm sorry, but I had to)

"George!" Fred screams in rage before running off after his twin brother. You couldn't help but laugh as you watched Fred tackle George to the ground and start making very gruesome threats if he ever did something like that ever again. The thought that Fred Weasley had just tried to kiss you was enough to keep a smile on your face for the rest of the week, even if it was interrupted by a snowball to the face.

Guys I just want to start off with I am so freaking sorry I haven't been writing! I've been busy with making my family's Christmas gifts, and we just got off school for winter break 4 days ago, and it's 1:20 in the morning right now, so I'm super tired, but I promise I haven't forgotten about you guys, or the stack of requests I have to write! Please don't give up on this story, because I promise there will be more chapters to come! Also please don't get mad at me if it takes me a while to post! Someone sent me a request three days ago, and their already complaining to me, but I swear I'm trying.

Ok and after all of that, I love you all, and I hope youre staying safe and healthy!

Anna