Hello, I'm Fred Weasley
Fred Weasley wasn't happy.
He was sitting in a comfy armchair in the Gryffindor common room, glaring at his twin brother George, who was grinning stupidly at him. Their best friend, Lee Jordan was openly laughing at him from the chair beside George. He didn't know how their conversation of a new idea for a prank had turned to the present topic; he honestly didn't.
The conversation had started as they always did: the twins arriving from their last class and deftly moving among the small crowd of Gryffindors, hoping to snag some seats in a corner where they wouldn't be disturbed as they waited for Lee. Pulling rank as 7th year students, the Weasleys had successfully convinced a 2nd-year boy to give up aforementioned seats. They always did their best planning in the hours before dinner, just for the fact that that was when the common room seemed most crowded and they could get lost in the shuffle of so many bodies. "So many voices and conversations to get lost under," George had once told Lee.
Lee continued to chortle, further annoying Fred. "Don't be a git!" the latter snapped at the dark-skinned boy. "And, I'm not going to do it!" He leaned back into his chair and glared at him, his arms folded across his chest in defiance.
At this, George's smile became even broader. "Aw, come on, Fred!" he teased. "What's the harm in a small dare? Where's your sense of adventure?"
Fred snorted. "Being beat to a bloody pulp by my common sense, that's where!" he retorted, causing the other two to laugh. "I'm glad this is all so very entertaining to you lot!" he added, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Fred!" Lee urged. "Do it! Liven up the place a bit! Merlin knows we could all use a distraction from The Toad!" If his nickname for Professor Umbridge amused him, Fred didn't let on. He looked to his twin for help, but George merely nodded in agreement to Lee.
The older Weasley twin finally sighed. "Fine!" he grumbled. "Anything to get the two of you to shut up!" He stood from his chair and took his time readjusting his robes. Fred made an elaborate show of smoothing out his collar, obviously biding his time, much to George and Lee's amusement. When he was done he glanced at the door that led from the common room to the hallway outside. "You really want me to do this?" he asked the pair, hoping they would answer in the negative. He knew it was useless asking this question, but he never knew with these two; which, if he really thought about it, could be extremely dangerous.
George and Lee merely nodded, their faces threatening to split due to the large grins plastered on their faces.
Fred sighed again and shook his head. "Here I go," he muttered. He turned towards the entrance and walked purposefully over. He was about halfway there when the door suddenly swung open, and an unsuspecting female Gryffindor stepped in, her small group of friends following suit. Straightening up to his full height, Fred confidently walked up to her, grabbed her by the shoulders and, taking advantage of the shock and surprise registered by the girl's rigid body, pulled her in for a kiss.
The only sound from the stunned silence in the Gryffindor common room was the catcalls and cheers from George and Lee's corner.
After what seemed like the longest ten seconds of his life, Fred pulled away and braced himself. Judging by the way the girl just stared at him, he really couldn't tell if a resounding slap was heading his way or a kick in the shins.
Hoping to avoid both, Fred grinned at her. "Hello, I'm Fred Weasley," he introduced.