You plopped down next to your friend Evelyn in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table. Your hair was a mess, with little white specks of flour everywhere.
“Who pissed you off today?” She asked, scooping a serving of pasta onto her plate.
Blowing your (H/C) hair out of your face, you started ranting. “Weasley. He’s such a fricking prick. Have you seen his face? It’s annoying. It makes me so mad! It makes me want to–” You made some choking motions with your hand.
“Ah.’” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m gonna need you to specify which one.
“Fred.” You snarled. You stabbed at your salad with a fork maniacally.
“You’ve had a six-year feud with that boy, (Y/N)! You’re going to need to get over it!”
You huffed in reply.
“Anyways. What happened to all–” She gestured to your hair. “–that?
That was the trigger phrase. You started launching off about how Fred had stuffed flour into your blow-dryer. You had stumbled out of the shower in a hurry, and when you’d turned on the device a shower of flour had shot straight at you. “I managed to get some of it out.”
“Clearly not enough. Why do you even use a blow dryer? You know there are spells to dry your hair.” Evelyn laughed but stopped when you gave her a shrill glare.
As you were once again picking at your food, you heard the laughter of the Weasley twins. They were always together and were always pulling pranks on the helpless.
As they walked by you, Fred piped up: “Nice hair (Y/N).” You dug your fingernails into the table and scrunched your face.
“HEY! Weasley!” The murmuring quieted down in the Hall. Fred and George turned.
“I think she’s talking to you, Fred,” George whispered to his twin.
“Yes! I’m talking to you two! You pricks! You filled my blow dryer with flour this morning didn’t you?!” You marched on up to where they were standing.
“Actually, love, I think we did that last night.” Fred grinned. “Didn’t we George?”
By now, the whole Hall was silent, listening to you shout at the Twins.
“Does it matter?! Look what you did to my HAIR!” You pointed at the clumps of white sticking like glue on your head. “Who’s idea was this? Do you have any idea how flour sticks to wet hair?!!”
“Well….it was mine, but–” Fred began. You got up right in his face, so close that your noses were almost touching.
“Don’t ever do that again. Or else…” You hesitated. “Or else…”
“Or else what?” Fred smirked and crossed his shoulders.
“Or else……OR ELSE…..” You held up your finger and racked your brain for a reason.You could hear muffled laughs from the people around you. Your face started turning red, and you scrunched your nose. “ARGHH!!—-”
You were shut up by Fred kissing you. Gasps were heard everywhere. Colin pulled out his camera to take a picture. Girls whispered in each other’s ears. Evelyn’s fork dropped out of her hand and clattered on the floor with a *clink*.
You, however, were frozen. It was like time and space had stopped when Fred had kissed you. Heat rose to your face.
When he pulled away, your mouth was hanging open in awe and your face was redder than before.
“Sorry. You’re too cute when you’re angry.” Fred shot you a killer grin and walked away. “Later, (Y/N)!”
George lagged behind him, just as surprised as you and the others.
After the murmuring shot back up in the Great Hall and Evelyn called you, you shot back to life.
“W-what? What happened?” You asked her, daze. There were looks shot at you from here and there.
“Fred Weasley just kissed you!” That really made you wake up. Heat crawled to your face again and you turned around. Fred was talking with Harry, Hermione, and Ron further down the Gryffindor table.
