intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Twenty: Detention

*Y/N's POV*

     The first day of classes had gone by fairly quickly and easily. Unfortunately, my last two classes of the day were Potions with Professor Snape and Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Umbridge. Luckily, I shared both of those classes with the twins and Angelina.

     "Bet you Snape will be even worse today," I whispered over to them.

     "Why's that?" Angelina asked.

     "Because another teacher beat him to the job again," Fred answered.

     George and Fred snickered, "Sore loser."

     "Quiet!" Snape hissed as he strode into the classroom, slamming the door behind him with a flick of his wand, "As you all know by now, as seventh years, I will not tolerate any tomfoolery in my class," he shot a glare over to the twins, "Now, all of you line up." Everyone rose from their desks and formed a line at Professor Snape's desk as he opened up a cauldron of bubbling liquid, "Who can tell me what this potion here is?"

     "Amortentia, sir," I answered.

     "I will not tolerate students speaking out of turn," Snape snapped, "But, nevertheless, Ms. Lestrange is correct. And just what is Amortentia?"

     I scoffed, rolling my eyes before raising my hand. Snape reluctantly called on me, a sour look on his face, "It's the most powerful love potion in the world," I approached the cauldron, "It's rumored to smell like whatever attracts the person."

     "Would you care to tell us what you smell, Ms. Lestrange?" I was reluctant to answer, "Answer or ten points will be taken from Gryffindor House."

     I sneered at him before approaching the cauldron and giving it a long inhale, "I smell firework smoke...and cinnamon," my face became redder, "and broomstick polish," I backed away from the cauldron.

     Snape's eyes dashed between Fred and me, "Interesting. Wonder what your mother would have to say about that."

     "Don't speak about my mother," I snapped.

     "Hit a nerve, did I?" Snape smirked evilly before turning his attention to the class, "You will all write a five-paragraph essay on this potion, due first thing tomorrow morning. The paper will be about the uses and misuses of Amortentia. As well as what each of you smells. Seeing that none of you have the mental capacity to actually make this potion, you will all take turns smelling it, just as Ms. Lestrange did."

     I rolled my eyes before returning to my seat, taking out my quill, and beginning to write my essay.

     "Mr. Weasley, what do you smell?" Snape asked as George took a deep inhale over the cauldron.

     "I-I smell coconut hair product, the Quidditch pitch, and vanilla ice cream," George smirked as he winked over at Angelina who had taken a seat next to me.

     "Vanilla ice cream?" I chuckled next to her.

     She nodded her head, "Our first date was at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and vanilla is my favorite flavor."

     "Cute," I smiled as Snape pulled Fred towards the cauldron.

      Snape raised an eyebrow, "Well?"

     "I smell rose petals...fresh earl grey tea and," Fred grinned to himself, "sticky toffee pudding."

     "Well, we know who he smelled then, don't we Y/N?" George winked at me, nudging me with his elbow. I shoved him away playfully, returning to my essay as Fred took a seat at our table.