Y/N is a bitch to put it lightly. She’s cold, mean, and fits the slytherin stereotype perfectly. What happens whenever one of the lion’s step into the snake den? Well, Fred Weasley was willing to find out. Ever since she lashed out on him for covering her in red paint he’d been down bad. Public declarations of his never-ending love? Does it atleast 2 times a week. Begging her for a date? All the time. Making inappropriate comments about having sex with her? He’d rather do nothing more. She shuts him down every time. Something about “a legacy to uphold” oh please, as if Fred cares about that.
IN WHICH… When you'd begun dating Cormac, it was different. He was attentive, sweet, mindful. But now? The man was a complete git. Most days, you sat on the bleachers of the pitch, feeling absolutely bloody dejected and watching him fly around on a broom for hours practicing for a team he was only a reserve on. It was pathetic, truly. You and him. You sat waiting for a guy who couldn't show less interest in you if he tried — and he absolutely sucked at Quidditch yet continued to ignore a gorgeous girl for it. It didn’t help that Cormac never introduced you to anyone either. You weren’t “his girl” at Gryffindor parties; just some girl hanging around him until someone asked who you were. You weren’t on his arm, weren’t in his conversations, and apparently weren’t important enough to even walk with to Hogsmeade. So, yeah, sitting in the stands while he zoomed around like a headless Hippogriff? It was just your Tuesday.
The train compartment had gotten a bit crowded on the way to Hogwarts, so your best friend Fred offered for you to sit in his lap. However, throughout the ride you just couldn't seem to get comfortable...