Weasley Twins Imagine - accidental prank

Imagine accidentally getting pranked by the Weasley Twins.

You have just finished your last class of the day and are on your way back to your common room. Your professor needed to speak to you after class so you’re on your own as everyone else was able to leave at the end of the lesson. Up ahead of you is Draco Malfoy, striding purposefully to wherever he is going, but other than him, the corridor is completely empty.

Except it isn’t because further along, peeking out from behind an archway you see one of the Weasley twins. You’re normally pretty good at telling them apart but from this distance it’s hard to say whether it’s Fred or George although the other twin probably isn’t far away. The twin in view takes a sneaky look at Malfoy, grins wickedly then disappears back behind the archway. All this in a blink of an eye meaning that Malfoy is unaware he has been given the once over. They’re up to something no doubt but you’re in no mood to warn the snidey Slytherin. He’s always looked down his nose at you so anything they throw at him is fine by you!

However, as you progress down the corridor, Malfoy begins to slow and check the pocket of his robes. He’s obviously lost something and a quick glance back confirms he has indeed dropped some papers. Sneering superciliously at you, he doubles back on himself in order to retrieve his possessions. Thinking nothing of it other than what an absolute arsehole he is, you shoot him a dirty look in return and carry on past him towards the hiding Weasleys. As you pass under the archway, you hear a faint clunk and then a sloshing noise before an icy cold sensation hits you smack on the forehead. A whole bucket of freezing water has been tipped over you, the metal bucket landing painfully over your head, obscuring your vision.

"Oops!" remarks a Weasley voice as you stand there dripping wet and dazed. "Don’t think that’s Malfoy!" comments its partner in crime. "Not unless he’s had a sex change!" jokes the first speaker. "Better see who it is then." the second voice replies, removing the bucket carefully from your head. Two sets of matching hazel eyes peer sheepishly at you as you glare back at them. "Blimey." says George, looking worried. "You ok?" Surveying the damage around you of soaking wet clothes, your bag and books strewn all over the floor, you hold your arms out in disbelief. "Does it look like I’m ok?" you mutter through gritted teeth. Fred sniggers at this but stops when George elbows him in the ribs. To add insult to injury, Draco walks by smirking cruelly at your misfortune. "Look a bit soggy there." he laughs spitefully. "You two bozos have actually done something funny for once!" Fred and George both reach for their wands in preparation but Draco is not in the mood for a scrap luckily and carries on walking.

"Oi!" you demand angrily. "Never mind him, what about me?" The two boys turn back to you, silently appraising you for a moment. You suddenly feel very self conscious as they stand there in front of you. You have the biggest crush on George and now here you are with your hair plastered all over your face, robes sagging with the weight of the water. You must look ridiculous. "It’s only a bit of water." Fred says unsympathetically with a shrug. "You’ll dry out." "My books are ruined!" you yell back at him, his blasé attitude causing you to lose your cool. "And my homework…… Look at it!" The roll of parchment lies limply in a puddle. George picks it up and gives it a shake then hangs it over a suit of armour to dry. "Might be alright with a drying charm." he ventures, waving his wand skilfully at it, but you can see that the ink has run on part of it and it has now dried to an inky, swirly blob instead of the essay you spent all of last night finishing. "Oh…." says George forlornly, at least having the decency to look sorry for their actions. Fred on the other hand is refusing to take responsibility. "Well, if you will get in the way of our pranks like that, what do you expect? We’ve been waiting ages for the right moment to soak that git then you come along and ruin it!" You give a strangled scream of fury at this and lunge at Fred, George has to quickly step in and hold you back. "Not helping, Fred!" he puffs, straining to hold you back. "You best go and let me deal with this."

Fred scowls sulkily at you then slouches off muttering under his breath about people not being able to take a joke. “Your brother can be a right arsehole sometimes….” you complain, which makes George laugh. “Yep. Reckon he makes me look good in comparison though.” he jokes. You smile at this, then begin to laugh as it occurs to you how silly you must look, stood there still completely drenched, George still with his arms around you and your homework flapping in the breeze like a banner. “That’s better.” George says looking relieved. “Let’s get you sorted out.” Letting go of you almost reluctantly (or is that just your imagination?) he casts a drying charm on you, straightening your robes for you in a very gentlemanly fashion. You can only watch, your heart beating a little faster at his actions. You’re trying not to stare at him but you’ve never been this close to him before. You can see every freckle on his nose, the gentle curve of his mouth, the way his brow furrows as he concentrates on his task of helping you.

“Thanks.” you manage to utter as he finishes. “Least I can do.” he answers, again looking sheepish. He casts a final charm on the items strewn around the floor and bends down to start picking them up for you. “Expect I’ve totally ruined my chances though now…..” he adds ruefully. “Chances of what?” you ask, puzzled as you kneel beside him and help to retrieve your books. He stops and smiles at you, making butterflies explode in your insides. “We-ell…..” he sighs “I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out. Not likely you’ll say yes now though is it?” He grins apologetically then carries on putting your things back in your bag. “Really?” You’re taken aback by this. You had no idea he liked you. George lifts his head, nodding and smiling at you again. The butterflies in your stomach become a tornado. “Well I wouldn’t say you’d ruined all your chances….” you reply quietly, looking at George through your lashes. He’s frozen now, one hand holding your pencil case, an extremely interested expression on his face. He quirks an eyebrow at you as you continue “In fact, if you were to impress me with a really amazing first date, I may even be able to forgive you……. just this once.”

"I see….." George counters feigning seriousness, trying and failing to stop a huge smirk spreading over his face. "In that case, how about I buy you lunch in Hogsmeade this weekend for starters?" You grin at him in response "Sounds promising." All your books are back in your bag now and George stands up then gently helps you to your feet before giving you back your things. "I am really sorry about the water, and your homework, and my idiot of a brother." he tells you sincerely. "I promise I’ll make it up to you." You reach for your parchment and roll it back up to put in your bag. "I’ll look forward to that!" you murmur flirtatiously then add saucily "Naughty boys like you deserve to be thoroughly punished!" George splutters at this and you give him a salacious wink, walking off before he can respond. Glancing over your shoulder, you see he’s still just stood there grinning at you, unable to believe his luck at getting you to agree to a date. "See you later." you call back cheerfully, trying to contain your own excitement at least until you’ve made it round the corner and out of sight.

At dinner that evening, you can’t help but giggle as you overhear Fred saying to some of the others “I dunno how he does it. One minute we’re tipping water on the girl, next he’s got himself a date with her!” George laughs and looks across at you, catching your eye. “Some of us have got it, some haven’t Freddie my boy.” he teases. “You reckon!” grumbles Fred. “I still think it was that knock to the head. Must have sent the girl daft……”