Fred Weasley (gredisgreat) wrote in choco_frog,
Fred Weasley

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Characters: Fred and Pansy
Location: A boarding room thingum in The Three Broomsticks.
Rating: G
Summary: Pansy surreptitiously sneaks out to meet Fred; negotiations, threats, blackmail and verbal abuse ensues and a deal is made under the table. Or in the boarding room thingum, rather. Capiche?

Fred stared out of the window from his room in The Three Broomsticks, observing the flurry of white snow gloomily before he plopping onto his bed, raising himself into a sitting position, his back hunched, staring at the floorboards. He took an occasional swig from his bottle of Firewhiskey and wondering where the bloody hell Ginny was. He'd been scouring around Hogsmeade for her for several days now, to no avail. The sound of a muffled explosion could be heard from the room next door, but Fred didn't raise his head, he thought the wizards next door might be practicing illegal spells on each other, but he didn't want to know, honestly. He tapped his foot impatiently. Where was she?

An insistent knocking sounded at the door and Pansy Parkinson strode in without bothering to wait for a reply.

"Fred Weasley," she said, her voice sounding very strained as if the words were painful to speak.

"Hello, Pansy," Fred said quite mildly, managing to restrain himself from smirking gleefully.

Pansy's mild frown turned into a full-blown scowl. "Oh, is something funny? Really, because I rather wouldn't think you'd be amused by the fact that your wicked little sister has now gone missing."

Fred's smirk quickly faded. "Stuff it, Parkinson," he said shortly, feeling the urge to smash the bottle of Firewhiskey on her thick fat skull. "You're in no position to be nasty."

The scowl decided to settle on Pansy's face. "Yeah, well...let's just get on with this," she muttered. "What d'you want? Money?"

"Of course, you wouldn't read the note I sent you," Fred said. "That would be too much to ask, wouldn't it?" He swung his legs off the bed and hoisted himself up. "Like I said in the-note-that-you-were-supposed-to-have-read, since that's what notes are for, Pansy," he added, watching with satisfaction as her face darkened further, "If you don't tell everyone you made up that letter that you claim Ginny wrote, I'm going to tell everyone about that little - er - going-on at the Hallowe'en Ball."

"You don't scare me," Pansy sneered. "Don't you threaten me. I know you won't dare sully your precious Gryffindor name by ever making that little fact public. And I'd still like to know what precisely was in those chocolates you offered me." She gave him a probing look. "There can be no other reason I would ever do..." she spat out the words distastefully, "anything with a Gryffindor like you."

"Try me," Fred replied calmly. "I didn't offer you those chocolates, by the way, you were the one who was stuffing fistfuls of them into your greedy mouth. Don't flatter yourself Pansy, it makes you more unbecoming than you already are."

"Look, Fred." she sighed. This was just like a Weasley. No, he probably was not bluffing. She would expect something like this from a Gryffindor. Willing to put their own bloody necks on the chopping block to make someone else look bad. "I can't just go and say I made it all up. All of the Slytherins are up in a rage now. You had better be glad Draco isn't around, he'd be making things even worse. It's not going to change anything, I'm telling you. Things have already spun out of control."

“And who's fault is that, I'd like to know?" Fred snapped. "Bloody hell, my sister is missing because of you, and if you don't do something to remedy the situation, I'll smash your darling reputation to smithereens before I break your neck and give your remains to Moaning Myrtle to keep her company."

"Well, I can't think of a sodding thing with all of this pressure on me!" Pansy put a hand to her head. "Just tell me what I bloody need to do, and I'll go and bloody do it, and it will all be over."

"That's your brain trying to function, Pansy, because you haven't had to think before," Fred said.

“I beg your pardon.”

"You should."

Pansy started to say something, but thought better of it and stopped.

"Okay, look," Fred ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Snape wants to turn Ginny into supper for the Skrewts, or at least get her expelled, that great sodding git." He looked at Pansy. "The very least you could do is to go and have words with him. Maybe offer youself as a sacrifice to the Skrewts. Alot of people would like that."

"Fine. Just fine," muttered Pansy. "I'll go and bloody talk to my bloody Head of House and see if he'll calm things down. Which he won't. I hope you know that. But understand, I go and have a word with him, no matter what he decides, my part is done, alright?"

"We'll see." Fred said curtly. He pointed his wand at the door and it flew open. "It's been lovely meeting you, absolutely marvy, so goodbye, Pansy dear. And mind the wizards' next door, they might just decide to use you as a test subject for their latest bout of illegal curses. Not that you're of any other value to society, but it'd be a bloody shame if you had to die before doing anything useful."

"Thanks for the warning, Fred dear." Pansy brushed past Fred in the doorway. "Do try to keep of trouble. I know it runs in the family, and you must keep with the code, but you haven't really been following the Gryffindor code of conduct lately, have you?" Dissatisfied with her own comeback, she rushed out and walked rather hurriedly down the hallway and out of sight, cringing at the sound of another reverberating explosion.

Fred sat heavily down on his bed as she slammed the door behind him and the explosion caused his room the shake slightly. Thank Merlin she bought it.
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