Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Fifty Three - Practice With The Onlookers

Bright and early I had dragged my team to the pitch - er well thats how I thought it would go. In reality with me being such a terrible morning person Angelina had dragged me to the pitch and then the rest of the team. But I was met with coffee in the captains office so I wasn't too mad about her taking control.

"All right, Ron?" George asks winking at his brother as we all move to change into our uniforms.

"Yeah," Ron says, he had become quieter and quieter all the way down to the pitch.

"Ready to show us all up, Ickle Prefect?" Fred says, emerging tousle-haired from the neck of his Quidditch robes, a slightly malicious grin on his face.

"Shut up," Ron says stony-faced, pulling on his own team robes for the first time. They fit him well considering they had been Oliver Wood's, who was rather broader in the shoulder. As they all seem to be nearly done I decide to take over.

"OK, everyone," I say as I step onto one of the benches to capture the teams attention. They all look up to me clearly still tired from tryouts last night. I can't say I'm much different. However Oliver taught me that the team does much better in morning practices then evening ones. So the exhaustion is worth the reward. "Let's get to it; Angie and Fred, if you can just bring out the ball crate for us. Oh and Alicia has informed me that it's not just her and the usual Gryffindor crowd today to watch... but I want you to just ignore them. They won't cause too much of a fuss and if they do I'll have Mikey handle it okay?" They nod. As we walk towards the pitch suddenly I realize Alicia left out something about our uninvited spectators. Because when leave the changing room for the bright sunlight of the pitch its a storm of catcalls and jeers from the Slytherin Quidditch team and assorted hangers-on, who were grouped halfway up the empty stands with voices echoed loudly around the stadium.

"What the fuck Alicia?!" I ask as she moves towards me, "I thought you said onlookers not the entire Slytherin team?"

"I figured you finding out like this would be easier," She says tensely.

"Fuck!" I growl.

"What's that Weasley's riding?" Malfoy calls in his sneering drawl. "Why would anyone put a flying charm on a moldy old log like that?"

  Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson shriek with laughter. Ron mounts his broom and kicked off from the ground with bright red ears.

"Ignore them!" I shout as I kick off into the air. The others follow. I watch carefully as I look across the others.

"Yeah just wait until we play them," Harry says.

"Exactly the attitude I want, Harry," I tell him smiling lightly as Fred hands me a quaffle, "alright that's everyone... Ok we're going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team please--"

"Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle, anyways" shrieks Pansy Parkinson from below. "Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?" Angelina sweeps her long braided hair out of her face.

"Spread out, then, and let's see what we can do . . ." I continue, "and try tuning out the snakes... Don't worry when we get off this pitch I'm feeding Adrian his own underwear. Now spread out let's go!"

They all move spreading apart to a good distance. I look over to Fred.

"You good to start?" I ask him.

"Of course babe," He says, "always good." I nod tossing it over to him. He passes it to George, George sends it to Harry, then Harry passes it to Ron who drops it.

  The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, roar and scream with laughter. Ron, who had pelted towards the ground to catch the Quaffle before it landed, pull out of the dive untidily, so that he slip sideways on his broom, and returned to playing height, blushing. I see Fred and George exchange looks, but uncharacteristically neither of them said anything. Something I'm very grateful for.