Harry Potter Imagines

Hide and Seek F.W

"At the moment, I'd like to study for my potions test" you said as you attempted to rid yourself of that mental picture. 

"So, take a break" he said. 

"Not now" you sighed. 

"C'mon, just a few minutes." 

"Oh no, Fred Weasley, because 'a few minutes' usually means I don't get anything done for the rest of the night" you said firmly. 

"C'mon, Y/N" he pleaded, pouting for effect. 

"No" you responded, smiling at the expression. Reaching over, you pried your book out from under him and opened it back up. A real pout spread over his face. 

"You shouldn't make that face. It takes away from how cute you can be" you teased, tapping his lower lip twice. 

"But I am quite the looker, wouldn't you say?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely" you said, dripping with playful sarcasm.

Immediately, he perked up. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head at him. He really was incorrigible and, unfortunately, that only made him more adorable. You only got through a couple more sentences before your book was sliding again.

"Stop that" you said, batting his hand away. 

"Of course, when you decide to give me attention" he said. 

Glaring at him, you returned to your reading. And he kept talking. This time it was a prank he planned on Ron. Something about a mild love potion and lots of feathers. You reread a sentence for the third time before realizing that you were stuck somewhere between listening and reading. Absorbing neither. 

"Hush" you snapped.

"Nope" He pushed your book again.

"Fred" you said in a warning tone. Your book disappeared again. Alright, it had almost been cute at first, but it was getting ridiculous. Without even looking at him, you knew he was giving you that maddening grin. 

"I want attention" he stated. 

"Give me the book, Fred" you demanded, pressing your thumbs between your eyebrows in an attempt to alleviate the headache starting to form. 

"Give me attention" he said again, sounding rather proud of himself. You ground your teeth together. 

"Alright, you have my full, undivided attention" you said as you shoved yourself away from the table and turned fully toward him. 

"What?"

If you had been less annoyed, you might have actually laughed at the look on his face. You never in a million years would have thought that you'd ever manage to catch him by surprise. Much less that it would be over something stupid like your attention. It was almost impressive. Raising an eyebrow, you waited. All he managed to do for a few seconds was stare at you. 

"Well?" you urged. He opened and closed his mouth a few times uselessly.

"I didn't imagine I'd get this far" he chuckled, recovering quickly. 

"Jesus Christ, Fred, really? You're the one begging for my attention. There's got to be a reason" you sighed. 

"I just like bothering you. Is it working?" It was. And you finally snapped.

"You're a goddamn brat" you growled. 

Wrapping his tie around your hand like a leash, you yanked his mouth to your own. His lips were a little chapped from his constant chewing on them, and the angle was weird, but you didn't care. It felt so good. Finally, kissing him after thinking about it for so long. A confused squeak forced its way from somewhere in the back of his throat. You opted to ignore it. However, you did take advantage of his open mouth, dipping your tongue between his lips. He tasted faintly of chocolate and butterbeer. It was addictive. Pressing yourself impossibly closer to him, you committed the feeling of his warm mouth and the smell of fireworks to memory. This was probably the only time you'd get to kiss him, and you were damn well going to get a clear memory from it. Eventually, you pulled back, letting the tie slip from your hand.