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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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eyes locked | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader, (royal!au) warnings: 18+ (nsfw), edging, a bit of voyeurism, royal walking piece of sex appeal fred weasley, son of the earl of idk. just pure filth fuck idk again (pls tell me if i forgot anything) prompts: "sit there, and stay pretty for me, yeah?"

summary: to grow up with the weasley royal family had its pros and cons; and while serving them food with constant burns on hands when the food was to be served too hotly, y/n couldn't find herself to complain - especially when she could see fred weasley every time she does so, the man of her fantasies. consequently enough, she was fred weasley's favourite maiden.

It had been years ever since she had been serving the Weasley family, and it has been years since she had been feeling all sorts of intimacy with the family's older twin, the one being the honourable Fred Weasley.

All stealing glances she throws at him whenever he struts down to the dining hall during breakfast in his loose, cotton, frilled shirt with his hair laying down his forehead haphazardly, she couldn't help but find herself be enthralled. It also didn't help that whenever she helps farmworkers harvest every Saturday of the week with all of the siblings seemingly done with their school work, she gets to see them bond with each other through Quidditch – it didn't help when Fred looked like that. She finds herself in a trance most of the time, and Madame Pince, the family's governess that comes along with the Housekeeper, Madame Pomfrey, had always had to keep an extra eye on her whenever deems so.

Alas, like every other damsel in distress over the fact that they're in love with that of the lords or ladies of the country, whether small or big the kingdom they govern be – the possibility of anything happening is zero to none. So, she stays behind. Eyes flickering every now and then whenever Fred walks by, her senses immediately filled with the scent of orange and burnt wood – much like a cigar with an undertone of cinnamon; a scent she often tried to recreate crumpets whenever she finds herself longing for the lad.

It was an unspoken rule, however, but as she ventured towards the age of exploration and piquing curiosity, she finds herself basking in Fred's aura and appeal; something she didn't expect to kick in earlier in his maturity, foreseen, nonetheless. And while she stares a tad longer than usual, she can't help but realise that Fred is too. However, most times than usual, she dismisses the thought.

And this is the reason why she was biting on her lower lip as she walked the carpeted rugs after Madame Pomfrey descended to the Kitchens as Y/N was helping the house elves in preparing tonight's dinner with Lady Ginny's fiancé, to tell her that the Hon. Fred Weasley had asked for her presence.

"I don't know, Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey replies, ushering her up the stairs with such force that only meant urgency. "Just go up to Lord Fred and make it quick!" she calls when Y/N had successfully ascended the stairs. She looked behind her and sighed audibly, nerves conjuring up her system as she tried to rack her reasons as to why Fred specifically asked for her.

"Took you long enough," Fred says after the doors of the Master Bath had opened, revealing to him the only maiden that had captured his eyes even before he knew how to describe the feelings he felt. His eyes glossed over her figure, a bit messy considering she had just come from the kitchens, albeit still very breathtaking.

"I'm sorry, your hi -" Y/N curtsied.

"You're way past that," Fred chuckles, standing with his torso exposed as he stood before three mannequins which wore three breathtaking, intricate pieces. One royal blue, one brown, and one signature Fred Weasley golden yellow.

It took a while, with Y/N just standing there as she waited for Fred's orders as he stood there as well, with his hands holding his chin as he - as Y/N assumed - decided which of the suits was he to wear for the dinner tonight.

"What colours will the linens be tonight?" Fred suddenly asked, whipping his head towards the maiden as he slightly smirked to himself as he had caught her checking him out.

"Oh, uh -" she shook her head, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as her mind tried to remember what linens Madame Pomfrey had set out on the table. "Blue, sire."

Fred hummed, "Come here,"

Y/N's eyes widened, though subtly. She walked towards Fred with such caution that Fred rolled his eyes and had to hold her wrist and pull her towards him. Y/N gasped with the action, as Fred still held the smug expression he had before.

"Choose for me," he ordered, softly, though still expressed with such command. And while Y/N tried to not give mind to Fred's eyes seemingly stuck on her, she gulped, before replying, "Yellow."

The earl's son's eyebrow rose up, pleased with her choice. Their eyes met, and Y/N's breath hitched when she realised the proximity between them. It was - dare she says, too little.

"Ah," Fred beamed, eyes flickering down to her lips, almost leaning in but as their lips almost touched, he took a step back before clapping his hands for the unchosen clothing to go back to his closet.

Paying no mind to the dumbfounded lady standing in the middle of the marble bathroom, he made his way to the tub, opening the faucet and his hands dipping in to gauge the temperature of the water. He removed his trousers, shaking his head slightly to spare his face from the hair that sprawled his forehead, before taking a step in the tub.

Y/N watched him from the corner of her eyes, too flustered yet still too scared to watch him. Every fibre of her body was begging her to turn around, but she was glad she still had the will to not do so.

But Fred has a different idea in mind.

"Sir," Y/N cleared her throat, her back still facing Fred, her skin balming with sweat as she finds the hairs on her body rising as her throat started to dry up as tension filled the atmosphere.

Fred hummed in acknowledgement.

"Sir, I -"

"I'm afraid it is against courtesy to have your back to me when speaking." Fred cuts her off, index finger coming to play between his lips as his elbow leaned against the curb of the tub.

Y/N gulped before gasping at the sight before her. Hair darker than its usual vibrant orange, chest littered with freckles, and a goddamn tease of the lad's v-line trailed off quite teasingly towards the water as Fred held himself up from the depths of the tub.

"Sir," she repeated after a moment of blankness, "what do you need me for?"

Fred smirked, for the nth time of today. Whipping his wand that sat on the opposite curb of the tub, a chair was summoned miles away, though still directly in his line of vision.

"Sit there," Fred points towards the chair that he had just recently summoned, "and stay pretty for me, yeah?"

And Y/N nodded, though still warily stood there as if she was waiting for clearer instruction. "Well?" Fred asks until realisation dawns on him, "if there were anything else, I would have told you, wouldn't I?"

The maiden's cheeks reddened once more, nodding at the directive before sitting right in front of him. So close, yet so far away, she thought. And she couldn't help but squirm as Fred keeps his eyes locked on her, her underwear dampening at the sight.

Soon enough, her eyes widen as Fred reveals he had taken off his pants. Not too long after, she was squirming as she sees a familiar jolt of his biceps.

Fred Weasley was touching himself.

Fred smirked as he saw her fidget, his hands slipping to his cock starting to harden at the sight before him. His hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm engulfing the skin of his dick in such slow strokes, almost as if he was teasing himself right in front of the lady that had been the star of his naughty dreams recently.

"Eyes on me," he says, teeth coming down to bite on his lower lip, when your eyes met his, he chuckled, "Hi, princess," he winked as Y/N became impossibly redder.

His hands came to squeeze lightly on the base of his shaft, and his thumb running across his slit now oozing with pre-cum, making him jolt every now and then, trying so desperately hard to keep his eyes on Y/N.

"God, what a sight you are, angel," Fred groans, hips bucking up to meet every time his hands descend, his free hand holding on to the flat marble surface of the tub's curb as he tried to chase his release that was far from coming. His eyes glossed over to Y/N, who was obviously rubbing her thighs.

"Princess," he says breathlessly, catching Y/N's attention, "enough of that."

Almost immediately, Y/N halts the movement with her thighs. Instead, she holds on to the edges of her seat as she was certain her lips are almost stripped off flesh by the way she was biting on them so hard.

"Sir," she whispered, and even so quiet, Fred has heard her, and when he sees her struggle against the orders he had given her, he groans, eyes rolling back almost to the back of her spine.

"Fuck, shi - yes, Y/N - fuck - what?" he tries to form a coherent sentence as he feels his body forming his much-needed release, "Shit, princess, looking so bloody beautiful like that - fuck, look what you do to me."

Y/N moaned, her hips discreetly rocking against the chair as she tried to give herself relief from tension, all thoughts of dignity came flying out the window as the desire to touch herself became not a want but a dire need. However, she knew, Fred was against disobedience whenever he gave orders until deemed reasonable.

"Princess - take your clothes off - ah - now, and no touching," he demands, leaning against the marble walls of the tub as the hand that he used for him to lean on the tub came down to squeeze on his balls as he simultaneously jacked off.

Y/N was quick to oblige, hands immediately coming to the dress that she wore atop her brown sleeves, she slipped it down her body, before pulling the brown turtleneck upwards to reveal to Fred the body that he has been imagining each night.

"You're a fucking goddess," Fred groaned, biting down on his lip as he chased his orgasm, eyes flickering towards her as he tried to keep his eyes open. Y/N, now fully nude, blushed at the comment, before sitting back on the chair.

And while she was frustrated up to no extent that she couldn't touch herself, she felt pride surging in as she realises that Fred was doing it in front of her, because of her.

"Sir," she says seductively, "you're so hot."

Fred chuckled amidst his desire to release, "Thank you," he tried to reply as pleasure took over him. And when he finds himself so desperate to release, the buck of hips became much more erratic and aggressive, "Oh, fucking shit - Y/N - gods -" he drawled out a long moan, cutting himself off.

He took one spare glance again at Y/N, before coming on his hand, both of his hands still touching him as he caught his breath. He sighed, "God, fuck," he moaned as he felt his force to keep still on the bathtub deflate as strength almost seemed to be sucked out of him.

Y/N sat there, breath heavy and chest heaving as she was - so bloody turned on.

"Com -"

"Lord Weasley, sire?" a maid knocks on the door, "Lord George Weasley has been asking about you whether you'll be down anytime sooner,"

Fred rolled his eyes, making Y/N laugh. His eyes travelled to Y/N, winking at her as she laughed, making her duck her head as she tried to hide her shyness.

"What time is it?" he mouths over Y/N, eyes widening when he realises it was five minutes before dinner. "I'll be down in three! Tell George to calm the hell out."

As soon as the maiden leaves, he turns to Y/N and makes a face, "Fucking cockblock,"

He steps out of the tub after cleaning himself, putting on his robes before walking towards Y/N to help her wear her clothing back. He made her turn around as he adjusted the fabric of her turtleneck at the back, lips coming down to kiss behind her left ear, "The chambers, after dinner," he whispers, nibbling on her earlobe, "we're not yet finished."

Y/N turns around, meeting his mischievous glare with her interested stare, making Fred smile and kiss her forehead before becoming her to the door.

"You're dismissed," Fred calls out. And as she was about to close the door, she heard Fred say, "for now."

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l-lenny · 1 year

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Bet you can´t woo her of her feet! (pt. 1)

Fred Weasley x Slytherin! reader PART 1

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: reader cursed, but other than that I hope none :3 (also not proof read and english is not my first language)

My first FF hope you will like it! -Lenny ________________________________________________________________ Power. Pure blood. Beauty. Smart. Cunning. Dangerous.

Those were the words to describe her and the family of Ravens. Everybody knew the rich family of mighty merchants and dealers of magic relics, goods and fauna. They were well respected as they can get almost anything from anyone or anywhere. Their whole business is based on finding the impossible. The family had long tradition of maintaining this business. The founding father of the “Raven´s goods” Wolfe Killian Raven build great name for next generations to follow. His son and daughter Goran Azriel and Aurelia Sybil Ravens took over the bussines after their fathers death and expanded the goods to fauna and relics too. Next owner become Aurelia´s son Calder Eliphas Raven, who was the last to own the shop before his daughter Lilith Ursa Raven took over with her husband. Thanks to Lilith and Athan the business took sky high popularity. Now the shop is one of the best places to get anything and everything you wish for.

At King´s cross station stood, on platform 9 ¾ stood many young witches and wizards, waiting for the train to Hogwarts. Y/n Indigo Raven, the eldest daughter of the mighty Ravens was there waiting with her parents. Her younger brother Darius Wolfe and his twin sister Opal Estelle hugging her legs crying and already missing their sister. “Be sure to enjoy yourself.” Her father said. Y/n smiled and nodded. “Sure will!” Her mother placed hand on her head and said “We have to go to the shop soon.” The eldest daughter knew that, she was expecting this after all. Her parents were always about business. “I know, it is to make your business grow.” Her mother smiled proudly. “Of course! Smart and correct as always. I know you will be in Raven claw like me. ” she added patting her hair. The toddlers finally let her go from their big hug. Her parents bid their eldest daughter last goodbye and left with the small twins. As the girl went to the train she sit down in one of the coupes. With opened book she was going to enjoy her favorite novel and peaceful moment, when one loud girl came to the coupe. “Hi! Can I sit here?” The girl wasn´t even waiting to her answer as the silver-hair made herself comfortable. Y/n closed the book rather loudly and looked at the girls. “And who you might be?” she asked. Honestly she was interested in the loud and kinda obnoxious girl. “I am Orleana.” said the girl in front of Y/n. The eldest daughter of Ravens nodded and gave them a small smile. “You can call me Y/n.”

It wasn´t even full week in the school and Y/n was looking around each corner of Hogwarts just to memorize everything in the school. She was quick to realize where most of the ingredients for potions were and where teachers had their notes stored. The eldest daughter of Raven family was going to be continuing the family legacy. She decided that it would be beneficial. And oportunity stroke in few days, when she heard two redheads talk about getting wolf´s fangs of a prank. “-have to get a wolf´s fangs George!” said one to the other. Y/n stayed hidden and listen to the voices. “Fred, where would we found a wolf´s fangs now?! You should have told me before!” said the other voice. Y/n was in fact aware where to get them. She actually got them from supply cabinet for her experiment. “I can help you with that.” She said as she revealed herself. There were two boys in front of her eyes. Twins with flaming hair and red ties. “Bloody hell did it had to be slytherin who cought us?” Cursed one of them. “I said I would help you, right?” the girl folded her arms and smirked. “Why?” asked the boys at the same time. “I want to start a business. I am sure I could find a way to get you anything! But anything has a prize right?” She stated. The boys looked at each other and asked suspiciously “Anything?” they asked at the same time. “like ingredients?” asked Fred. “like test answers?” asked George. “like information?” asked Fred again. “like esseys?” asked George again. While the girl nodded. “Yes to all of that. I can find anything! Just like my mom and dad. They own the Raven´s goods after all” said little girl with confidence and showed them her palm full of their desired ingredient. The twins jaws dropped. This was deal of the century! Still they were sceptical about her motive because she was a slytherin. But in the moment they agreed. “What do you want for the wolf´s fangs?” they asked. “Because you are my first costumers I will get you a good deal. Spread a word around, that I can get anything for anyone and we will be even.”

Trough the years her clientele enormously grew. She was treated with more respect then before. Eaven royalty would be jealous. She was pride of her class. Everyone in the school knew who she was and why she was famous, although no one dared to tell the teachers. But the rumors were spread that even teachers asked for things of her small bussiness. She grew into a dealer with incredible skills and respect of others. One of her regular costumers were her first costumers, the Weasley twins. And she was getting more busy by the day, specifically around exam period. Every house would want something around this time, even if they would be suspicious of her. She also grew into intelligent, witty, kinda smug, brilliant and beautiful witch. Y/n did get a lot of admirers through the years, but everyone of them stayed hidden in the shadows in fear of rejection or her wrath.

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“Of course I am the more handsome twin!” Argued Fred. “Says who?” deadpanned the younger twin. “Says me!” Yelled the older Weasley twin. “What are you two arguing about?” asked Angelina, obviously annoyed with her friends, who had been very loud this morning. They weren't mad at each other, just brotherly bickering. Angelina seemed mad at them, because they have been very loud and obnoxious, more than usual. “About who is more handsome.” Said Fred and looked the girl in the eye. “Say, Angie... the one and only Angelina with joyful eyes and blinding smile, I am the more handsome twin, right?” He winked at her and the girl blused. “Come on mate! Not fair.” Pouted George and slap his brother on his shoulder. Obviously pointing at the fact that Angelina did fancy Fred. With quick “shut up, I don´t know” the girl returned to her food, small smile on her lips. “Let´s make a bet then!” Offered George. Confident in his new brilliant idea. “The first girl we see come to the great hall you will try to win over. If you woo her of her feet I will publicly announce that you are the more attractive twin.” George explained. Fred smirked and shake hands with his brother. “You are going to loose! 5 galleons on top that.” Stated the older ginger, smiling and agreeing on the terms.

Both of the twins were waiting for a girl to come trough door in great hall. And than the loud bang came though the door and there walked very pissed girl with the most beautiful eyes. Both of the twins knew her. The slytherin pride and joy, treated as royalty, filthy rich and powerful girl Y/n Indigo Raven. They were both so dead if caught!

She was fuming and giving death stare towards a slytherin table. She stormed towards Adrian Pucey avadake davra written in her firing gaze. “Adrian bloody Pucey!” The boy in question turned to her, visibly shaken. “Can you explain yourself?!” She showed a book in his face. Fred and George were enjoying the show and then again, the thought of seducing this firecracker settled in. “You are so dead...” George said. It wasn´t a fact that they would be scared, more that they did kinda respected her. And for the twins to respect someone means something. “Why in the bloody hell would you do this?” The girl screamed in his face. “Come on! I know you love the idea-” the boy was quickly shushed by the girl´s finger. “Don´t fuck with me Pucey! I loathe the idea of being with you in the same house, room and universe… isn't it enough that we share the same oxygen?! ” she said with a freezing tone. The boy swallowed hard and shifted in his seat. After this the girl left and after her there was Orleana. Fred and George were looking at each other in shock.

“How much time do I have?” Asked the older ginger. “Dunno mate. How about a month?” Suggested the younger one. “Deal” they said at the same time. George was curious though “How will you make her fall for you?” he asked. The older boy smirked, already forming a plan. “You will see my dear brother.”

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“Y/n!” yelled rather short girl with shiny, curly silver hair. Said girl stopped and looked at her friend. “Yea?” she asked plainly. “What happened? You just said you would look for your potions book! Not that you would yell at Adrian!” Orleana started asking about the debacle in great hall. That morning before the breakfast Y/n forgot her potions book and returned to her room to look for it. How ever when someone messes with her stuff, she can´t forgive them that easily. “He wrote in my book without my knowledge or permission, see?” Y/n showed her potions book. In fact there was a writing that wasn't hers. “Go out with me. Tomorrow at Hogsmeade. -Yours Adrian” when the words left the shorter girls mouth she made discussed face. “He didn´t even asked you?! It´s like he orderd you to do it.” she was fuming now. “I will break his nose.” That made Y/n´s day a bit better. She didn’t like Adrian Pucey at all. She didn´t even spoke to him that much. Yet he had the audacity to write in her book. “Orle, you can´t...you will get yourself in detention. I will not go trough the dark forest again just to get your ass out of trouble.” smiled the taller girl. “You go there on daily basis!” pouted the silverhead. “But that's because its for my costumers! You know, the ones that actually pay?” argued Y/n in a mocking maner. “Hey! I said I will pay you when my dad will give me back my allowance.” Orleana pouted more, while the girl in front of her giggled. ________________________________________________________________

PART 2: here PS: Orleana is just my OC :)

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dracossweetprincess · 2 years

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good looking boy | f.w

fredxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: y/n’s a slytherin, and well, slytherins don’t like gryffindors , she agreed with that, until she met a good looking boy

warnings: during hogwarts years, abusive family/household, just fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst 🎀

y/n hasn’t felt quite like herself lately. a usually concentrated and dedicated student in every class was noticeably staring at a certain fred weasley, every class, all day long.

y/n didn’t know what it was, she didn’t know if it was his fluffy ginger hair that always, and she means always managed to keep messy. she didn’t know if it was the habit he had of making little lullabies by tapping his fingers on the table during class. maybe it was the way he play fought with her, their smiles brighter than the stars above.

y/n was undeniably head over heels in love with the prankster ginger haired boy she had done her very best to despise. but how could she? how could she when he smiled so sweetly? how could she when a day with him felt so much better than a lifetime with anyone else? how could she when he gave her his famous bear hugs?

fred didn’t feel any different. he’d never pictured himself falling for a slytherin girl, but y/n was special. she was his girl. she was one of the most unconditionally loving people he had ever met, and when he was with her, he felt like he could do anything.

there was only one thing keeping their relationship from being a dream.

y/n was a slytherin, and well, fred was worried his family wouldn’t accept her as well as they would if she was a gryffindor. y/n was aware of this, and it worried her too.

christmas time was coming around and fred would love nothing more than to have y/n spend christmas with him and his family. fred was aware y/n was going through a hard time with her home life, her parents being death eaters, and wanting her to join too.

y/n had told fred everything about how days were at her house, cold and unwelcoming, and y/n despised living in house where there was no love. ‘maybe if you weren’t such a good looking boy i wouldn’t have fallen for you and we wouldn’t have this problem.’ y/n joked.

‘darling, yes my parents would definitely prefer for you to be a gryffindor, but they will love you. because i love you. i love you because you are so kindhearted. i love you because you have revealed yourself to be totally opposed to your parents. your bravery and actions remove so much of the stigma that has been attached to slytherin house for hundreds of years. you make people see that the house is more than just a bunch of bullies and dark wizards.’

y/n felt her heart soar, feeling the pure adoration her boyfriend felt for her. ‘freddie, i love you too. so much.’ you hugged him, your arms wrapped around his waist snuggly. ‘now gorgeous, if you don’t mind, i��ll be writing a letter to my parents telling them you’ll be coming over for christmas.’

a few days latter, a letter from fred was delivered at the burrow, molly and arthur reading it together, always excited to get any updates from their children.

‘dear mom and dad,

everything here at hogwarts is going great. however, i can’t wait to come home for christmas and see you guys, i’ve missed you loads. i do have some news though. i have met a girl, and i’ve fallen in love. her name is y/n, and she is my girlfriend. she’s been going through some stuff lately, because she is in a complicated situation. y/n is in slytherin, and y/n’s parents are death eaters. yes i know what you’re thinking, and please mom, please dad, know that y/n is the most selflessly loving person i know and that her beliefs are completely opposite to her parents. she’s told me that staying at her house is difficult for her, since her parents have been trying to persuade her to join them, and they also treat her horribly. i would really appreciate it if you could welcome her in our house for this christmas break. please think about this, y/n really wants to impress you guys, and she needs a family.

lots of love,

your favourite twin :)’

molly and arthur were really touched as they read fred’s letter and immediately sent one back, confirming they’d have her for christmas. ‘my love, guess what.’ fred smiled, his head peeking through y/n’s dorm door. ‘what?’ y/n asked, walking towards fred to greet him with a kiss.

‘mom and dad said yes.’ he wiggled his eyebrows playfully. ‘oh my god! what? no way! i’m so happy!!’ she jumped into his arms, letting him spin her around.

the time for christmas holidays had come, and y/n couldn’t contain her excitement as she walked hand in hand with her boyfriend into the hogwarts express, settling cozied up in a compartment with ron, hermione and harry.

you’d gotten on very well with all of fred’s siblings, ginny especially. she felt like a little sister to you. you also had a good friendship with harry and hermione, so you were super happy you’d all be spending christmas break together.

‘we’re going to have the time of our lives’ fred whispered into you ear, and you nodded agreeing, as you drifted off to sleep in your boyfriend’s loving arms.

in no time you were all at the burrow, ron knocking on the door. arthur opened it and greeted you all. ‘hi kids! it’s so nice to see you again!’ he hugged you one by one. ‘y/n, it’s so nice to meet you.’ he smiled warmly.

‘it’s so nice to meet you too mr. weasley, and thank you for having me for the holidays, i appreciate it so much more than you know.’ arthur was hugging fred when he said, ‘please y/n no need for formalities, you’re dating our son, and you’re welcome here whenever you need.’

as you all walked into the kitchen, you looked around at the small but extremely cozy home, something you weren’t used to. you were met with molly finishing dinner, ‘oh hi kids! i’ve missed you all so so much. y/n it’s a pleasure to meet you darling, please feel at home.’ she hugged you tightly.

after arthur helped you get your stuff in ginny’s room, which you’d also be sharing with hermione, you all sat down for dinner. everyone chatted happily, and the food was amazing. how can you beat homemade food?

‘y/n darling i have something for you.’ molly smiled, getting up from her chair and handing you a present. ‘christmas is only in a few days, but i felt i needed to give you this gift, to officially welcome you to the family.’

as you carefully opened the package, you were met with a knitted sweater with your initial on it, similar to the one everyone in the family had. you thanked everyone, as you shed a tear.

it felt good to finally be in a home that was filled with love.

a/n: i’m actually quite proud of this, but sorry if it got a bit too long! if you enjoyed it pls reblog, it helps so much!! ily 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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itsthewritergal · 2 years

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Caramel Latte Four Sugars - F.W. x reader

Heres a little fluffy fic, with a little angst thrown in there :)

TW: Angst, Fluff, mentions of Fred being an ass

Happy ending

Enjoy :) xx

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Y/N sat in the small cafe on the edge of Diagon Ally, she had sat herself away from the window giving her the best way to people watch from a distance. Her coffee sat untouched in front of her, she had stirred in her sugar and eaten the small complimentary biscuit she had gotten but there was a part of her that couldn’t bare to drink it. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the familiar smell of a caramel latte brought back more memories than she realised when she ordered it. She hadn’t dared to drink one for three years, not since she had left her life behind. Yet here she was sitting with one in front of her, but there was something stopping her. Tearing her eyes away from the full cup of coffee she turned her attention back to the people around her.

One person made her breath hitch in her throat. The tall, suit wearing, ginger man who she had once called her own. It had been years, three to be exact since they broke up, she couldn’t stop staring, he looked older and more mature but he still had the same air around him, the kind of feeling that made people just gravitate towards him. She listened to him order his medium vanilla cappuccino with extra chocolate, just how he always liked. She smiled a little at how he hadn’t changed a bit.

“Vanilla Cap for Fred” The waitress called out placing his take out cup on the side, he took it gratefully with a wink to the girl who giggled a response. Y/N let a small sad smile grace her lips, suddenly being overcome with a wash of sadness. She returned her gaze down to her coffee, not daring to catch his eye knowing her words would get caught up before she would even have to chance to get them out. What Y/N didn’t see was the way Fred searched the cafe when he smelt Y/N’s usual perfume, he didn’t even realise the small table in the corner harbouring the girl he had been searching for. Fred shook the thought of Y/N out of his head before returning to his brother.

— — —

It had been two days since the ‘coffee incident’ that Y/N had nicknamed it, she couldn’t bring herself to leave her apartment which overlooked Diagon Ally, giving her the perfect spying spot into Fred’s own shop. She remembered back to when she used to spend every single evening stacking shelves and helping Fred with displays, just because she wanted to spend time with him. She would have never believed that they would go three years without even seeing each other back then, yet here they were. She tucked her legs underneath her as she watched Fred leave the shop with George, they locked the door and strolled down the centre of the street, there was a part of Y/N that longed to go and talk to them, just to feel the same love she always used to. But she knew it couldn’t ever go back to the way things were before she left. Pushing all thoughts of the ginger twins out of her mind she decided it was safe to head to the coffee shop and get herself the one thing she had been craving. A caramel Latte.

The coffee shop was practically empty, Y/N didn’t bother to acknowledge the rest of the customers, she didn’t even bother to turn around when the bell rang signalling that someone else had entered. “Caramel Latte for Y/N” the waitress called, Y/N stepped forward and took her drink with a thankful smile and a small tip.

“I never thought I’d hear that again” A familiar voice spoke barely above a whisper, Y/N felt her heart plummet

“Fred?” She whispered turning around and finding herself standing far too close for her liking, Fred looked down at her and studied her features, like he always did when he couldn’t read her

“Hey love” He said the nickname rolling easily off of his tongue

“I… I should… uh…” Y/N stopped herself not being able to find a single word in her busy mind

“How was travelling?” George asked tearing Y/N’s attention off of Fred and to himself

“It was amazing, it was um well just what I needed after everything” She said letting her eyes cast down to the floor after the mention of the breakup

“Time heals” George commented noting the shift in tension

“Y/N” Fred said gently “How long are you here for?” He asked

“For good, I’ve just started renting out an apartment above the ice cream shop” She said quietly

“Our ice cream shop?” Fred asked, Y/N instantly felt the tears spring to her eyes. He remembered their stupid dream of owning the ice cream shop and renting out the apartment above it.

“Yeah” She stammered, “I really have to go” She said hurriedly clutching her coffee and walking out of the shop ignoring the calls of both Fred and George.

—— — — —

A knock on the door pulled Y/N out of her intense downward spiral since seeing Fred, without thinking she swung her door open and was met with the one person who she couldn’t bare to see. She quickly tried to close the door but Fred had stepped into her apartment before she could.

“I had to see you again love” He said quietly “I can’t believe you got this place, it’s so you” He smiled

“I wanted to make it mine, it’s home now” She said

“It’s been a while” He said standing awkwardly as Y/N closed the door with him now inside the apartment

“It has” “Three years, two months and ten days” He said

“You remember?” She asked

“That was since we broke up, I haven’t been able to forget” He chuckled lightly

“Can I get you a drink?” “Can we just talk?” Fred asked

“I guess” Y/N said taking a seat on the pink sofa, Fred sat next to her. Not daring to get too close, just incase he made her feel uncomfortable, it had been a while since they had even been in the same room

“I still haven’t apologised for that night” “Fred it’s in the past” “No it’s not, not when I keep replaying it every night. I shouldn’t have said those things” Fred admitted

“Please Fred I can’t do this” “You’re not selfish, I was scared of loosing you to the world. I was scared someone else would see how amazing you are and I would loose you for good. Everything I said was a lie, you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head” Fred paused

“I was selfish, travelling was my dream not yours I never should have asked you to come and leave the shop behind” Y/N said “You were right about that” “No” He said firmly “You couldn’t be selfish even if you tried love” He paused again “I never thought I’d see you again” he admitted

“Me neither” She said

“I’ve missed you, I know I don’t have the right to say that but I have. The moment you walked out of the shop I missed you, I’ve started seeing a therapist after everything. I wanted to get my anger under control in case you ever came bacK” “Fred—”

“I hate myself for what I said to you, and I swear it will never happen again”

“Fred you can’t say that, things happen a certain way for a reason”

“Then we met today for a reason, and I don’t know what that reason is but I’m hoping it’s to help me win you back” He said taking her hand gently in his “Please just give me a chance” “that’s all I’ve wanted to hear for the past three years” She admitted “But Fred I don’t know” “One date, that’s all I’m asking” “Fred—”

“I’ll get you a caramel latte with four sugars, just one date love” He said, Y/N smiled at how he still remembered her coffee order

“Just one?” She said

“Just one, I swear. Then we can take it from there” Fred promised

“Fine”

“You won’t regret this love, I swear” He said pressing a kiss to her hand.

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ravynnwritestrash · 2 years

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A Cozy Chair

Word Count- 3953

Warnings- cursing also not my best work but I still think it's fun.

About- Fred and George tell you about their latest plan that pushes you into making one of your own

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A cozy chair in the corner of a room. A spot I had sat in so many times before. Listening to the boys tell me their big dreams about a shop, about a prank, about a plan. A plan to leave Hogwarts. To make a name for themselves outside of the boring day to day life of the school. Outside of the list of rules made impossible to follow. It wasn’t a question or a maybe. It was a plan. They knew how they were going to do it and they knew when. So I sat in this chair and made a plan of my own. I’m going to tell Fred about the feelings I had towards him, before he leaves. As the twins start to plan out what to take with them and what to leave behind, I excuse myself to find the only other person who knows my secret, Ginny.

I had told her last year as a way to vent how I was feeling after Fred didn’t ask me to the ball. I'm not sure why I was surprised, everyone thought Shawn Martin was going to ask me and he eventually did. Shawn and I had gone as friends and while the schools thought that we were an excellent couple the truth was the only thing between us was a secret that I had found out by accident. Shawn was gay, and not ready to come out, we had helped each other lie during Amortentia day in potions. Shawn didn’t ask why I needed to lie but he told me why he did after class that day. I suppose the two of us could just sense that the other was in need.

I quickly walked to the courtyard to find Ginny, and while I did find her I found her with Hermione. With no time to think I used the new found fire under my feet to practice telling my deepest secret.

“Hey!” Ginny said as I plopped down confusion slowly crowding her face as my anxiety started to visibly creep up. “What’s going on? Where are Fred and George?”

“They're in their room, everything’s fine. Well mostly fine. I just- I have a- I need your help with something.” I was tripping over my words as I looked between the two girls. Hermione glanced between Ginny and I trying to figure out what could be happening. “Okay, so, I have a crush… on someone.” Ginny's confusion remained as Hermione clearly got more curious.

Hermione leaned in closer to me “Who is it?” She asked as a smile creeped onto her face. I glanced at Ginny who was still confused.

“It’s- well it’s Fred” I said, ripping up grass from beside my leg suddenly very interested in not looking at either of the two girls. Ginny let out a breath as Hermione did the opposite. She gasped and placed a hand on my knee.

“Fred?” She asked, the smile on her face filled her voice. I just nodded, keeping my eyes on my growing pile of grass “Did you tell him?”

“Not yet,” I found the courage to look up at Ginny who now also had a smile on her face.

“You’re finally going to tell him?” She struggled to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Finally?” Hermione looked to Ginny who was more focused on my answer to her question.

“Yeah, well so here’s the thing and this is a secret you can tell no one. I paused and waited for the girls to agree, after they had both nodded I continued to talk, “So they’re leaving, soon, like in the dropping out way.” Hermione's eyes almost fell out of her head and Ginny looked unsurprised. “So the plan is to tell him before he leaves because then I figure he has some time to, I don’t know, not hate me.”

“He wouldn’t hate you,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes, followed shortly by Hermione's shock and the whole situation.

“They are dropping out?” She asked as though she hadn’t heard of the concept.

“I mean you don’t need to graduate to open a joke shop, plus with everything that’s happened they aren’t the first to consider the idea.” I defended.

“How much time do we have?” Ginny asked the only one of us who was ready to get started.

“Two days, I figure we plan today and execute tomorrow?” I answered suddenly unsure if I could even go through with it. Ginny shook her head.

“Where in your timeline there are you giving him time to even respond?” Hermione nodded as Ginny spoke.

“So- what,” Before I could even figure out what I was asking, Hermione was handing me a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Write him a letter, that way you can’t chicken out and we can deliver it tonight during dinner.” My heart started racing, dinner was only a couple hours away and I wasn't sure I was even ready for a response. What if he said no? What if he didn’t want to talk to me any more? What if-

“Okay, so just write it all down, pretend like he’s not even going to read it, and while you do that Hermione and I will figure out how to sneak it to him.” Ginny was already turning herself towards Hermoine ready to leave me to my writing.

“We should put it on the chair in their room so it’s waiting for them after dinner,” I spoke up, partially to avoid my part of the plan and partially to save myself from having to watch him read it. The two girls nodded at each other in agreement and I took a deep breath and started writing.

Fred,

I don’t know how to say this so I suppose it’s a good thing I’m writing it down. Do you remember the first Christmas I spent at the burrow with you and George? You snuck out with me on my first night there just to go on a walk because I couldn’t sleep. It was all so overwhelming in the best way. When you put your arm around my shoulder to keep me warm I told you that the burrow was going to be my new favorite place. It’s true, however it wasn’t the day leading up to this moment that made me believe that. I was you, it's the way that you opened up away from school and more than that it was the moon light bouncing off the frozen lake and into your hair that made me fall in love. That night I fell in love with the burrow, the lake, and most of all I fell in love with you.

I should have told you then. Instead I let it build until the secret felt like it was a part of me. Loving you from a distance became part of my everyday life. I am so sorry I didn’t tell you when I knew but I was so scared of losing you, both of you, that it felt impossible. You don’t have to like me back, you don’t even have to respond.

I just needed to finally tell you and I know that things are going to change when you leave, and while I am so excited for you I also knew that I couldn’t let you leave without saying this.

I love you

I let out a big sigh, catching the girl's attention. “I hate it” I grumbled leaning back in the grass. Ginny slid the paper from my lap and started to read it with Hermione just over her shoulder.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hermoine said.

“I think I should rewrite it,” I sat up to grab the paper but Ginny moved it out of reach. “Ginny I am serious,”

“No,” her voice was stern but I moved up to my knees to reach further to grab the paper. Hermoine stood up and took it from Ginny, clearly backing her up.

“Please, you guys, I just- I need to rewrite it,” Before either could respond Harry and Ron had started to make their way towards us. Hermoine slid the parchment into one of her books that she quickly put away before sticking her tongue out at me. I layer back in the grass accepting my fate and only slightly considering running away into the forbin forest to take my chances.

“What are you guys doing?” Ron asked mostly gesturing towards me and my obvious lack of twins nearby.

“I can’t want some girl time, Ronnie?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the sky, maybe I’ll sink into the grass if I remain still enough, I think to myself. Ron looks at Harry who just shrugs and I can hear Ginny's small giggle. That was enough to get me to my feet, I trust Ginny with my life but I suddenly feel like taking no risks.

“Well Fred and George were looking for you in the common room, said they would just see you at dinner.” Ron shrugged. Hermoine looked at me with a grin and I rolled my eyes. They were right though, it was about time to head to dinner.

“Did they head down already?” I tried to seem casual as I asked, Ron nodded but before he could say anything he was interrupted by Hermoine.

“Can you guys walk back to the common room with me? I don’t want to bring my bag to dinner,” she asked turning to Ginny and I, We both nodded and she turned back to the boys, “See you at dinner, try not to get into trouble on the way there,” and with that she turned on her heel and Ginny and I followed behind her.

After what felt like the most stressful ten minutes of my life, the three of us finally headed down to dinner. My nerves had spiked to an all time high. Per the rules I sat across from the boys and next to Hermoine who tried to keep me sane throughout the meal. As the minutes ticked by I almost forgot what was waiting for Fred in his room.

We joked as usual only this time with a lot more Hermoine who was my absolute hero, while she kept me out of my own head Ginny, on the other side of her, shot me dramatic barely subtle winks. Dinner had started to wind down and while most of the students were still in their seats talking to friends they otherwise couldn't. I felt like I was going to explode if I sat at the table any longer.

“Well I don’t know about you lot but I can’t eat another bite so I’m heading up,” Fred and George got up with me as well as Ginny and Hermione who were desperate to see what was going to happen. Once out of umbridge's sight Fred swung an arm over my shoulder.

“So where were you all day?” He asked with his signature grin, I laughed and shook my head.

“You mean the two hours I wasn’t with you two?” He nodded, “I ran into Ginny and Hermoine and decided to talk to them for a while. Why? Did you miss me?” I teased scrunching up my nose at him.

“Terribly, had to talk to George and all he wants to talk about is Angela,” Fred nudged his brother from over my shoulder.

“The absolute horror,” I joke walking through the door to the common room. George scoffed as he followed his brother in.

“You two are just jealous,” he said plopping in the chair Ginny and Hermione were sitting at one of the tables doing a very bad job of pretending to study and I sat down in the love seat where Fred had sat as well.

“What are we jealous of?” I asked George who sighed like it should be obvious.

“Love,” he responded and I bursted into laughter, I couldn’t help it given what I had just spent the day doing. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

“Sorry, I just thought you were going to say that we were jealous because you have the record for most words spoken in a single minute,” I teased, causing Fred to laugh, I tried to hold back my blush.

“You two are mean,” George said, standing up and heading towards the stairs only for Lee to come down them before George could say whatever he was about to. Lee had a huge grin on his face and it was like the missing piece to a puzzle clicked in for Ginny Hermoin and I all at the same time, Lee shared a room with Fred and George, Lee was not at dinner tonight, the letter. I looked at Ginny in horror who had the same look on her face.

“Where have you been?” Fred asked, causing Lee to grin.

“In our room, reading.” Fuck.

“Reading?” George asked, dropping his dramatics. Lee just nodded, stealing George’s seat by the fire. I sat hoping that he left the note alone. By the way he looked at me. I know he had read it.

“Why weren’t you at dinner?” I asked desperately, needing a change of subject. Lee once again just shrugged the small grin on his face growing. I pleaded with him silently to stop. Lee may be an ass but he’s a good guy. He let out a sigh.

“With upcoming events I figured I should clean up and besides I stole food from the kitchen earlier.” His eyes slid from Fred to the stairs and back again. I risked a glance at Ginny and Hermoine and by the looks on their faces I knew that George had gon upstairs.

“I’ll be back, I am freezing.” I said as casually as I could. Once I reached the stairs I turned back around and pointed at Lee. “Do not steal my spot,” I hoped it came off as a joke and based on Freds laugh it did, I hurried up the stairs and rushed to Fred's room. As soon as I opened the door I saw George reading the letter. “Please, don’t do that.” I said, trying to catch my breath.

George turned around with a grin on his face, “Well you put it out in the open,”

“Hermoine, put it there,” George laughed.

“That's what you get for not having me help you,” I let out a sigh. I couldn’t even think of what to say. “Come on, let's go back down there before everyone comes up here looking for us” George put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the door.

“Thanks, but also you are an ass,” He laughed, pulling a smile to my face as well. I broke off from George to go to my room and get out of my school uniform. A nice pair of sleep short and a tank top, as I was about to leave my room I remembered the excuse I had given to get up here and grabbed the seater off of my bed before heading down after pulling it over my head.

Making my way down the stairs I heard George and Lee arguing about who had to sit on the floor, trying not to draw either attention. I climbed over the back of the couch and slid back down in my seat next to Fred to watch the two argue. Before I knew it I felt a brush of hair against my cheek and Fred was whispering in my ear. “When did you steal my sweater?” I looked down and he was right, of course, A big F was plastered on the front of the sweater I was wearing.

I turned to face him, our noses almost brushing and I felt my face heat up, “You left it in my room, so it's more of an abandoned property situation.” Fred laughed and gave me a small shrug “Keep it for when you miss me,” he said with a wink before pulling away. I forced myself to laugh and look back at the two fighting boys, who were now peacefully sitting Lee on the chair and George sitting on the ground looking grumpy.

“You know there is more than one chair right?” I asked a very unamused george.

“This is the best chair,” Lee said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. Ginny caught my eye and waved me over.

“Well Georgie, it is your lucky day you can have my seat, I am needed elsewhere,” I said standing from my spot and walking to the two girls.

“Nice sweater,” Lee yelled after me. I responded by flipping him off causing the twins to laugh. Once safely at the table Ginny leaned over to me and whispered.

“What happened? Did George read the letter?” I nodded.

“And so did Lee,”Hermoine looked cranky that the plan didn’t work out smoothly.

“Well the night is not over,” Ginny added.

“Don’t remind me,”

It seemed like forever had gone by when I felt someone slide into the seat next to me. I looked over to see George glancing over the papers in front of us as though we were writing more love letters. “Don’t freak,” George said and I turned around to see that Fred was gone from his seat. The girls grinned as they caught on to the conversation and I looked at George in a panic.

He dropped his grin and nudged my shoulder pulling my attention back to the stack of papers in front of us, “what are you guys working on?” I knew he didn’t actually care but I welcomed even the weakest distraction.

“Helping Ginny with an essay,” I kept listening for any sound coming down the stars but everything was quiet. Ginny started to explain what her essay was about to a very uninterested George while I watched the stairs from the corner of my eye.

An excruciating amount of time went by before Lee went up to the room, probably just as impatient as the rest of us. We heard his laughter coming down before we actually saw him. Panic once again ran through me.

“He’s asleep,” Lee said almost doubling over, “Didn’t even see it,” He added once catching his breath.

“How could you possibly know that,” Hermoine asked.

“Talked to him before he fell asleep, said he laid down, didn’t turn on a light or anything,” The laughter started to bubble up in Lee’s voice again and for the first time since writing the letter I felt like I took a full breath.

“Well, in that case, I am going to bed.” I said getting up from the table. Once in bed I couldn’t stop my mind from running. Part of me wanted to sneak into the room and take the letter back, the other was just happy that the secret was finally going to come out. I fell asleep that night thinking of the what ifs.

The next morning I woke up to Hermione yelling at me to get up. I pulled the blanket over my head, and mumbled something about going away.

“If you don’t get up right now we are going to be late!” The panic in her voice pulled me out of bed and as I threw on my uniform I glanced at the clock to see we had seven minutes to make it to class. I threw my bag over my shoulder and followed her down the stairs

“Why didn’t you just go?” I asked as we made it down the girls stairs.

“Didn’t want you to get in trouble,” she replied, not turning around. Climbing down the last couple stairs I almost ran right into Fred.

“Hey,” he started before I cut him off.

“Hey Freddie, no time is going to be late.” I threw over my shoulder as I rushed out the common room. We made it with seconds to spare.As we left class hermione kept giving me weird looks. She said nothing as we made it back to the common room where Fred, George, and Ginny were sitting at one of the tables Hermione and I dropped into nearby arm chairs and for a moment I felt like I could fall asleep.

“You look dead,” Ginny said with a laugh. I opened my eyes to see she was talking to me.

“Yeah, well, I’m the idiot who let Hermione talk her into taking early morning classes with her.” I fought off a yawn before sitting up. The whole table was looking at me like I was supposed to say something. “What are you guys doing?” I asked and looked at Hermoine who was also looking at me like I was crazy. George started to laugh, bringing Lee with him Fred on the other hand continued to fidget with a piece of paper in his hands.

Fuck.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure I knew how to think but before I could panic too much about it my mouth started to speak.

“You read it?” Fred looked over to me and the table fell quite once more.

“Of course.” Ginny ushered everyone away from the table and I sat up straighter suddenly feeling the anxiety closing in.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to rewrite it. I should have let them rewrite it. I shouldn’t have-“ Fred suddenly stood up and slipped the letter into his pocket before walking to me and holding out his hand. I took it hoping that he couldn’t feel my heartbeat the way I could.

“You love me?” He asked, his gaze locked on my hand. I nodded.

“Yes.” I said I needed something, anything, to fill the quiet. He pulled on my hand tugging me to his chest, his eyes suddenly locked on mine.

“Say it, please” something about being this close to Fred gave me all the confidence I could need. The way he was looking at me felt like we were the only two people in the world and I had no problem giving him what he asked for.

“I love you,” the words had barely left my mouth when his lips touched mine. He let go of my hand in favor of putting one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek to hold me closer. I allowed one of my hands to play with the hair on the back of his neck.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead against mine and meeting my eyes. “I love you,” he said smiling, pulling a soft laugh from me before I pulled him back in for a kiss. I could feel him smiling into it and I couldn’t help but smile back.

The sounds of clapping pulled us from our moment and I turned to see a very amused Lee and George clapping away as Hermione and Ginny looked at them in disappointment. I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked up at Fred and rolled my eyes.

He pulled me into him before leading us to one of the couches to sit down. “I’m going to write to you everyday.” Fred whispered in my ear as our friends chatted away. I looked up at him before speaking.

“You better,” I joked, pulling a laugh from him. My eyes drifted to his smile and before I knew it he was kissing me again. It wasn’t as long as the others but it was just as perfect.

Later that night I sat in the cozy chair in the corner of a mostly empty room, my cheeks warm and the echoes of fireworks in my ears counting how many days till I could feel his lips on mine again.

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helendelacoeur · 2 years

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Fred meets and falls in love with a muggle he meets during a trip to mainland Europe. He's afraid to tell her about the wizarding world, because it would break his heart if she wouldn't want to be with him after she learns about the magical world...

As Fred walk through the rainy streets of Amsterdam, he look at the Muggles who go about their daily lives here. Despite the drizzle that has continued for hours, people are still riding their bikes, their heads down. They seem to have given up on umbrellas or raincoats and, not having access to a water-repelling spell, stoically allow themselves to be drenched. They’re probably used to this weather.

He doesn’t want the muggles to notice that he’s not not getting wet, but he forgot to bring an umbrella. Which means that he has no choice but to get soaking wet himself.

But it could be worse. You have bought the very rare enchanted pink-spotted herb that they sell at half-prize in the Netherlands and now you only have to find a place to dry yourself, before returning to the secret, wizards-only hotel where you have stayed for the last two nights. Tonight there might actually be some time to party, before you have to leave in the middle of the night on your broom until you’re close enough to apparate.

Far away from the touristic area, where people ask locals for directions to the red light district and coffeeshops, the city seems less busy. Beautiful houses from the seventeenth century prove that the city was already rich long ago, whereas blue bords indicate the way to the Anne Frank House or the van Gogh Museum.

Perhaps he could stay a bit longer to turn this business trip into a more tourist holiday as well. You don’t know much about Muggle-Amsterdam – this might be the time to learn it. The idea makes the cold drizzle a bit more bearable.

As he walks, his eyes drift to a small bar, a coffeeshop, where people are working in front of large windows.

He sees you.

At first he doesn’t notice he’s staring, until you look up and meets his eyes. Whereas most men would’ve immediately looked away, he doesn’t break eye contact.

You’re the first to look away.

Fred hesitated for a few seconds before he changed his plans and walks towards the door of the coffeeshop.

You don’t look up again, immersed in your work. He approaches you. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Yes?’

‘Do you mind if I sit down here?’ he asks. ‘The other seats are all taken and I don’t want to go outside again.’

You look at him and nod. As he takes of his coat, you try not to stare at him. He has red hair, very messy, with bright blue eyes and a lot of freckles. He’s attractive, in a mischievous kind of way

‘Do you live here?’ he asks you.

You shake your head. ‘I am a tourist.’

‘Where from?’

‘Italy.’

He smiles. ‘Then you must really dislike the weather here.’

You snort. ‘It’s a bit colder, but not that bad.’

‘It is rainier.’

‘Much,’ you admit. ‘Where are you from?’

‘England. So I am used to this – more or less.’ He combs his messy locks. ‘What brings a tourist from Italy all the way up north? Did you end up in the wrong kind of coffeeshop?’

You grin. ‘I am not that kind of tourist. I am writing a book.’

He looks intrigued. ‘About what?’

You blush a bit. ‘I am travelling around Europe, trying to find similarities between the people and the cultures. It’s going to be a… what’s the word in English? A travelbook. But at the same time a bit historical as well.’

‘That sounds very impressive,’ he says. A waiters comes towards you and Fred asks for the same you have. ‘One for her as well,’ he adds.

You blush again and thank him. ‘Don’t worry,’ he says. ‘It’s my pleasure.’

He leans towards you. ‘Are you here all on your own?’

You nod.

‘Isn’t that a bit lonely, so far away from home? I imagine it is quite an undertaking, travelling around Europe.’

The way he says it – it sounds as if you have no friends.

‘I wanted to be alone for a while,’ you say. ‘I had to get away from home after my boyfriend broke up with me.’

He raises his eyebrows. ‘I am sorry.’

‘Don’t worry,’ you say quickly. ‘It has been nice, travelling on my own for a while. I got to go wherever I wanted to.’

He smiles. ‘So how did you end up here?’

‘After travelling the south of Italy, I went up. First to Austria, then Slovenia, Hungary, Slovakia, Czech Republic, Poland, Germany. And now I am here.’

He raises his eyebrows. ‘That is impressive. Indeed quite the journey. Did you go by train?’

You shake your head. ‘At first I wanted to, but I mostly tried to visit small towns. It is not always easy to get there with public transports.’

‘Small towns?’ he echoes.

‘I went to other towns in the Netherlands as well – but I wanted to visit the museums here.’

He grins. ‘And now?’

‘I am not sure yet,’ you have to admit. ‘I am doubting between Denmark and then up into Scandinavia, down via the Baltic and then travelling towards Greece. Otherwise I could go south. Belgium, France, Spain and Portugal.’

‘Both sound very nice.’

‘What about you?’

He laughs. ‘I am afraid my story isn’t as interesting.’ He grins. ‘I am here for business. But now that that’s over, I would like to be a tourist here for a while.’

‘What kind of business?’

‘I own a store.’ He grins. ‘Did you see the museums yet?’

You shake your head. ‘Not all of them.’

The waiter arrives with his coffee. He thanks him.

‘We could go together, if you’d like,’ he says. ‘I think you know a lot more about Dutch culture than I.’

You were a bit hesitant at first, but he seems to be a very nice guy. You like him, and if he turns about to be weird… you’ll be in a big city. Safe enough, you decide. So you start walking back to the center. As you walk, you keep talking.

You have never met anyone more funny than the guy, who introduced himself as Fred. But he not only makes jokes, he is very interested in your stories and tells you about his big family.

‘You must make amazing Christmas photo’s,’ you say, after he has told you that his mom loves making everyone sweaters.

‘They are very itchy,’ he says. ‘But it’s very sweet she takes time to make them for all of us.’

It turns out he has two tickets for the Van Gogh museum.

‘How did you get those?’ you ask him.

‘O, I had them,’ he says vaguely. ‘Let’s go!’

You have a great time walking around the museum. Time seems to fly by. After you leave, Fred hesitated for a moment.

‘I know this might be to soon, but would you like to get something to eat?’ he asks. ‘I don’t want to go just yet.’

You smile at him. ‘That sounds amazing.’

#fred x you #fred #reader #fred x reader #harry potter #weasley #fanfic #pov #europe

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cloudybarnes · 6 months

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bad idea right?

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo breaks up with you, he pledges to make things right and do anything necessary to win you back. however, you are determined to make him work if he wants to win you over again aka part two to new beginnings

Word Count: 2.3k

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a/n: LONG AWAITED PART TWO WOOHOOOO also this could be read as a solo instead of a part two if you really wanted, but here's part one in case you wanna read that as well ;)

✰ ✰ ✰

“Please don’t tell me you got back together with him!” Ginny groaned. She sat on the edge of your bed as Hermione braided your hair for the night.

“No, I didn’t get back with him. I told him if he really wanted to prove it to me, then he could.”

“So you’re thinking of getting back with him.” She said disapprovingly. Hermione chuckled from her seat in the bed behind you. She was working on doing dutch braids in your hair.

“I think it’s fine, Gin,” Hermione said. “It’s not as if she’s going to jump back in bed with him.”

You waggled your eyebrows teasingly to Ginny. She gasped and swatted your shoulder. “That’s so not funny, (Y/N/N). Just because you think he’s sexy doesn’t mean you should get back with him.”

Theodore broke up with you very unexpectedly. He barely even had a reason for breaking up with you, which left you heartbroken and devastated. You were in bed for a few days, had a good cry, and then you were back.

Theo had tried to mend the broken bond between your relationship, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him back that easily. Your ego was high, and you knew you would be kicking yourself if something like that happened again right when you took him back.

“Don’t worry, Ginny. If he really wants me back, he’s gonna have to work for it. He knows that.”

“Alright,” Hermione said as she tied off the end of your hair. “All finished. Your hair’s gonna look so good tomorrow.”

“Theo better be drooling when you see him,” Ginny said, “if not, I’ll give him a different reason to drool.” She made a motion of punching her fists together, insinuating she would punch him in the mouth.

You chuckled. “Hopefully there won’t be any blood drawn. I don’t think he’d really wanna go through all the trouble if it just got him a busted lip.”

“Oh no,” Ginny grinned, “it would be more than just a busted lip. I’ve got five brothers, I’m known to throw a mean punch or two.”

“Lights out girls!” The prefect yelled as she knocked on your bedroom door.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you guys at breakfast. But for real, if Theo tries anything you know I’m right there for you.”

You smiled, grateful to have a friend as awesome as her. “Yeah, Gin, I know. Thank you.”

She smiled, “night guys.”

You two said your good nights as Hermione moved from your bed to her own.

“What do you think he’ll do tomorrow?” You asked Hermione as she shut off the lights. You pulled the covers close to your body, waiting for her response.

“I’m not sure,” she replied, getting comfy in her own bed. “Hopefully something sweet. He’s got a lot of making up to do if he wants to get back on our good side.”

You smiled softly, “yeah, you’re right. Night, ‘Mione.”

“Goodnight.”

✰ ✰ ✰

The next morning at breakfast, the owl dropped a letter in front of you.

“What’s that?” Ron asked, his mouth filled with food.

Ginny slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Honestly, you act like you were raised in a barn.”

“We were raised in the same house, you know.” He pointed.

“What a shame that was,” she replied.

You chuckled at their banter, and ripped open the seal on the letter.

“What’s it say?” Hermione asked.

You scanned over the words before you read them aloud. “It says,

(Y/N),

I hope you know how much you mean to me. I was a fool to break things off with you. I only hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.

Forever yours,

Theo”.

“Forever yours?” Ginny squealed. “That is so romantic.”

Hermione raised her brow quizzically. “Weren’t you the one telling her not to get back with him?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I can have mixed feelings about this. He breaks her heart but then he writes her a love letter. It’s got me confused, okay?”

You chuckled. “I think it’s cute. It’s not gonna win me back, but it was an alright effort.”

“Oooh, what a burn,” Harry chuckled. “Poor bloke must’ve forgot how stubborn you are.”

You shook your head with a smile, “nah, he didn’t forget. If I know anything about Theo, he’s just getting started.”

“So, (Y/N/N),” Ron said, “do you want to get back with him or what’s going on with this?”

You shrugged. “I mean, obviously I still love him. It just sucks what he did and I don’t think he should be able to get off the hook that easily. He shouldn’t be forgiven for breaking my heart just because he writes a little letter.”

“I love you for that,” Ginny said as she nodded her head.

“Hey, (Y/N/N).”

Looking behind you, you could see Enzo give a sheepish smile and a small wave.

You grinned, “Hey Enzo, how are you? Sorry about yesterday, by the way, Theo’s a little crazy sometimes.”

He chuckled and awkwardly rubbed his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But, yeah, no, Theo and I are all good. He apologized last night and told me all about his plans to woo you.”

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “Go figure.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “anyway, I just wanted to come by and resume how we were before, you know, the whole break up thing, and drop off this book I think you’ll like.”

Enzo pulls out a book from his satchel and hands it to you.

“Coraline?” You asked as you flip it around and skim over the synopsis.

“Yeah, it’s kind of spooky and psychological which I think you’ll really enjoy.”

You grinned up at him, “that’s perfect. Thank you, Enzo.”

He sent a tight lipped smile, and nodded before turning away and walking back to the slytherin table.

“I like Enzo,” Ginny said with a dreamy look on her face.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go get him then. He’s a sweetie.”

“You guys and those Slytherin boys,” Ron shakes his head with a scoff. “Not even that cute, I’ll tell ya.”

“Oh, what?” Ginny asked sassily, “like you’re cute?”

“I think Ron’s cute,” Hermione winked at her boyfriend.

“Ugh, barf,” Ginny said.

The bell rang. You all stood to gather your things for first class.

“We’ll see you guys later,” you smiled as Hermione and you walked out to your shared first class.

“That was a pretty cute letter,” Hermione said as the two of you started walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I think it was sweet, but like I said, he can’t win me back that eas-“

“Excuse me?” Someone tapped your shoulder.

Stopping, you and Hermione turned to see a younger Slytherin boy, presumably a first year, standing before you.

“Uh, yes?” You asked confused, “do you need help with something?”

“Um, Theodore says I have to carry your satchel and books for you.” The first year stood awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay, you really don’t have to.” You blushed, a little embarrassed that Theo would make a first year cater to you.

“I have to.” He said adamantly. “Theodore said he’ll set me up with this hot girl I like if I carry your books for you.”

Hermione snickered from next to you. You turned back to her, a bewildered smile on your face as you tried not to laugh.

“Well,” you said as you handed the young boy your satchel. “I can’t be the one to stop your true love, now can I?”

The boy grinned as he held on to your satchel as well as his.

“Theodore is crazy,” Hermione remarks as you continue walking to your next class. The boy followed behind the two of you all the way to your first period.

As soon as your classroom came into view, you could see Theodore standing there with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He grinned a devilish thing as he saw you approach.

“I’ll meet you in there,” Hermione said with a knowing smirk.

You walked up to Theo. He was beautiful as ever, but even he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere.

“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled at you then turned to the kid. “I’ll take it from here. I’ll have my guys put in a good word with Maizy for you.”

The kid nodded his head and smiled as he ran off.

Theo threw your satchel over his shoulder and held out the beautiful assortment of flowers towards you. “For you, to say I’m sorry for being a douchebag and an idiot and a stupid motherfucker. All in the words of Draco by the way. Never knew how much he liked us together.”

You chuckled and grabbed the flowers out of Theo’s hand. “Thank you.”

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, have you thought about what I said yesterday?”

You sighed. “Of course I’ve thought about it Theo. Just like I’ve thought about how much you broke my heart when you dumped me.”

“Okay, I deserved that.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Thank you for the flowers, Theo. And… I still care about you, I just need time to figure this all out. I can’t just forgive you that fast when you broke my heart, just last week!”

Theo sighed, “I know. I know! Fuck! I know I fucked up, baby, but I am going to do everything I can to win you back. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait as long as it takes, baby, I swear it to do. The boys are down my back yelling at me for how hard I screwed everything up. They think I’m stupid, and I think I’m stupid too for letting you go. I promise you, I will do everything it takes for you to trust me again, mi amore.”

Your eyes softened. Theo knew exactly how to make your heart soar.

“Theo…”

“No, baby,” he shook his head. “You take your time. I’m gonna be here whenever you decide if you want to forgive me or not. Hopefully you decide you do want to forgive me.” He chuckled awkwardly.

You matched his awkward laugh. “Well, thanks again for the flowers. They’re very pretty.”

Theo smiled and nodded before turning around and walking away.

✰ ✰ ✰

Later that night, you sat in the library studying for your Herbology final. Ginny and Hermione offered to help you study, but you knew you’d be here too late to want to burden them.

As you flipped through the pages of your herbology book, you tried your best to take down any notes that you thought would be important.

Your stomach growled.

“Knew that was inevitable.”

When you looked up from your textbook, you could see Theo sheepishly smiling as he held two trays from the cafeteria.

“What was?” You asked with a smile. You cleared some papers to make space for Theo to sit down.

He grinned and placed the trays on the table as he took his seat next to you.

“Knew you would forget to eat while you studied for this exam.”

You chuckled and peered over to see what Theo brought you to eat. Ham, potatoes, and stuffing from the dining hall.

“Thank you, Theo. That’s really sweet of you.”

He slid a tray closer to you, and you eagerly picked up the provided fork and dug in.

Theo chuckled as you scarfed down your food. “Pretty hungry?”

You nodded as you finished chewing. Theo smiled to himself and started to take a few bites of his potatoes.

“You’re being awfully sweet to me, Theo.”

“Haven't I always been sweet to you, darling?”

“Well, yes. But that was before.”

Theo sighed. “I know I screwed up royally. I’m trying to make up for my mistakes. I’m still the same boy I was just a few months ago. I had a lapse in judgment and that cost me the best thing in my life.”

You frowned. “Theo…”

“Don’t you miss me, (Y/N/N)?” Theo shifted to face you straight on. He nervously leaned forward on the table, staring into your eyes, waiting for your response.

“…of course I miss you, Theo. How could I not? You’re everything to me, and I’m just so scared of something like that happening again.”

“(Y/N),” Theo started. He tentatively grabbed your hands in his. “I promise you, with everything in me, if you decide to take me back I will never hurt you or disappoint you ever again. You have my word mi amore.”

You were conflicted. You miss Theo like crazy. You couldn’t help it. No matter what you said to your friends about him having to work hard for you, it tore you apart every time you saw him knowing you still weren’t together. You missed being his.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?” Theo’s face lit up. “You-you’re giving me another chance?”

“Yeah,” you softly smiled, “I miss my boy.”

Theo grinned and yanked you toward him, engulfing you in a hug—one you’ve been waiting days for. You missed him. You missed being held by him.

You held around his neck tightly, scared to let go. You never realize how much you craved his touch when it was gone.

Theo buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. “God, I’ve missed you.”

You smiled and pulled back. Theo smiled back at you. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a warm, longing kiss. Your hands rested on his cheeks, his on your waist as you kissed with all the love stored up between you.

When he pulled away, Theo stayed close with his forehead rested against yours. “I promise you baby, I’m here for good.”

“You better be.”

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frenziedfireworks · 9 months

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Lost Games

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary : Gryffindor loses their match and you have to deal with the aftermath.

CW : SMUT, 18+ Characters, f!reader, breeding & degrading kink, spanking, angry!fred, slight dubcon ? (idk), panty gag, sexy time with a lil bit of plot

A/N : tumblr hates me and uploaded my shit weird so heres try 2... also angry fred is awooga

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You knew it was going to be a rough night. With Gryffindor losing their quidditch match that always meant you would have to deal with an unhappy Fred.

You had dusted off your jeans and made your way down to wait for Fred. The moment his red hair peeked around the corner you opened your arms. He yanked you up into his hold and began walking.

“Fred! Put me down!” You smacked against his shoulder and the boy just grunted.

“No.” Was the only response you got as you squirmed in his arms. It didn’t take long for Fred to get to where he wanted to be, finally planting you on your feet in an abandoned classroom.

“Fred I’m sorry about-“

“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about that pathetic fucking game. Just be quiet and good for me, yeah?” Fred pushed your form against one of the desks, hungry lips attacking yours at mach speed. You gasped into the kiss surprised at his ferocity.

“Fred-“

“I thought I told you to be quiet. Or do I need to shut you up myself?” Fred delivered a harsh slap to your thigh and you squealed in surprise. You had always known him to have a temper when things didn’t go his way but you had never seen him this worked up. It was indescribably hot. His fingers trailed over your waistband, lips lapping and biting at whatever skin he could get ahold of.

“I'm taking these off.” Fred ripped at your jean zipper and pulled the fabric down. The cold air made your skin tingle and you were suddenly aware of the wet spot on your panties. Fred’s smirk grew as he noticed, finger trailing lightly over the spot. You felt your body jolt at the touch and you gripped onto his arms.

“So wet.. How naughty.” He clicked his tongue and his finger dipped into the fabric. A moan left your lips before you could understand what was going on. His dark eyes watched you as his finger rubbed your sensitive nub, waiting for any sound you would make.

He seemed satisfied with his work, finally pulling down your undergarments. He shuffled your panties into his pocket and went back to his brutal attack. His fingers plowed their way through your folds before he inserted two digits into you. The sensation left you speechless as you threw your head back. Wanton moans slipped through your lips as he began pumping his fingers back and forth. His pace got harsher the closer you got and then it was gone all at once.

“What-“ You started and were met with a harsh hit to the clit. A small scream erupted from your throat and you were sure that if Fred wasn’t so good at hiding the whole school would’ve heard you.

“I fucking told you to be quiet and you just won’t stop. I really do have to do everything myself.” Fred pulled your mouth open and shoveled fabric into it. You smacked at his arms, confused and shocked at the intrusion.

“Maybe you’ll enjoy the taste of yourself while I ruin this poor pussy of yours. Bet it gets your sick mind off.” Fred’s hands shook desperately to get his pants off, yanking at the materials confining him. Your hole pulsed around nothing, his crude words and anger making you more and more aroused.

“Fuck me..” Fred’s head threw back as his cock slapped against his stomach. Your groans were muffled through your panty-gag as he spat in his hand and gave himself a few starting pumps.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Is the only words you heard before he was everywhere. His cock slipped through your wet folds and bullied its way inside of you. He only waited a few seconds before beginning to pound away. His pace was cruel and his words were even more demeaning. It was aggressive and hot, only adding to the growing tension in your stomach.

“Fuck. You were built to take me. Going to fill you up and keep going. Bet you’d like that you little fucking slag.” Fred’s hand whipped at your hip and pulled you into him even harder. His grip would definitely leave bruises tomorrow but in the moment you couldn't care less. His face was filled with fury, each thrust taking out the anger from the failed game. Your body was a rag doll in his arms being used for his pleasure.

You could feel his pace getting erratic, both of you coming close to your highs. Fred’s thumb came down to your nub rubbing small circles to push you just over the edge. Your subdued screams filled the air as you clenched around his cock, your nails digging into his back. Fred continued to fuck you through your high, chasing for his escape.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna fill you up. Take it like the good whore you a-are.” Fred’s voice cracked as his spasms staggered and white ribbons of cum filled you. You rolled your eyes back and pulled your sopping underwear out of your mouth.

“Wow.” Is all you could breathe out as Fred’s head dropped to your shoulder. Your fingers ran soothing circles on the back of his neck as he calmed down.

“Wow is right love. Sorry if I was a little rough..” Fred shrugged awkwardly, pulling himself out of you. You couldn’t help but giggle. The same man had been degrading you not even five minutes ago and now can barely look you in the eyes?

“You’re good. I didn’t expect you to be so mad. Maybe you need to lose more often.” You winked at the boy and he grinned.

“Absolutely not. I always win. But if you want me to fuck you like that more often that can definitely be arranged.” Fred left a few pecks to your cheeks as he handed you your jeans. You smiled and returned the favor.

“I’d love nothing more Weasley.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter imagine #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader smut #fred weasley smut #weasley twin imagines #weasley twins smut #weasley twins imagines #harry potter imagines

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request Fred Weasley x reader. They go to a concert to celebrate their anniversary and the reader suddenly faints in the middle of this big concert.

P.S. maybe Fred wanted to propose after the concert or something… (you can decide)

I didn't ruin anything?

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n faints at a concert on her and Freds anniversary

Warnings: swearing, mentions of fainting and sex, established relationship

A/n: 0.7k words, thanks for the request xx enjoy!

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You groaned as you became aware of your surroundings, last thing you remembered was the blaring music and crowds of people, all jumping up and down to the beat before it all went black

“Love” you hear a whisper, eyes opening to see Fred wearing a smile but the crinkles on his forehead still drawn with worry

“Hi” you whisper back, letting him help you up as you quickly realise you’re back in the flat once more and laying on your couch

He takes a seat next to you, your eyes still a little fuzzy so you try to focus on him

“How-” he starts but you cut him off, hands finding his as your head falls into his chest

“I’m so sorry Freddie” you apologise “I ruined your first concert and our anniversary” you sniffle, feeling horrible that he was so excited for it and you barely made it halfway through before you fainted

He looks at you in a mildly amused shock “Sorry?” he can’t help but chuckle as he lets go of your hands and cups your cheeks “Love you’ve nothing to be sorry for” he shakes his head with a smile

“I didn’t ruin anything?” you ask quietly, seeing his eyes flash with something but his soft smile never changes

“Never love. I won’t lie you scared me half to death but you could never ruin anything” he leans forward and kisses your forehead “I’m more concerned about you than some silly concert. We can go to another one anytime but there's only one of you” he gifts you another kiss, lingering there and your eyes flutter shut

“I love you” you bury your head into his chest once more

He chuckles a little, arms wrapping around you “I love you too” he nudges his nose into your hair

You stay there some time, and when you pull back Fred cups your cheek once more, free hand gently caressing your thigh

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” he checks

“Yeah?” you extend the syllables, eyeing him a little

“Mind completely clear, working okay?” he asks, with a small yet nervous smile on his face

You giggle “I might have a concussion from the fall if this is how your asking for sex”

His eyes widen, cheeks tinting “No…I mean” he says quickly before backtracking and cringing “Merlin love” his cheeks grow crimson, getting uncharacteristically flustered

“Are you okay?” you tilt your head, leaning forward a little to see your face when your eyes catch a flicker of light from behind the couch

Doubling back, you blink a couple of times to take it all in. Candles everywhere, petals scattered around, your favourite food prepared…now either Fred felt real bad for you fainting or…

“W-wha” you can’t even finish, just turn back to Fred whose calmed a little yet his cheeks are still rosy holding a box “No” your hands come up to your face, word hanging in disbelief as you start smiling away “You aren’t”

“I am” he nods with a chuckle

“You said I didn’t ruin anything!?” you exclaim, poking him and earning yourself being pulled in to lay on his lap, and he turns the box around so it’s now facing both of you

“Shush it’s my time to shine” he kisses your temple and you immediately go quiet, almost shaking in his arms from anticipation “I did have a speech planned…” he confesses “...all about how wonderful you are…” he hugs you a little closer “...how you keep me on my toes, how nothing ever goes as expected yet somehow turns out even better” his voice goes up in the end and you start giggling

You bite your lip as his fingers move to open the box “Y/n…”

“Yes” you whisper and he playfully squeezes you

“No you let me finish” he scolds smiling away, turning your face back to the box which holds the prettiest ring “Y/n will you…”

“Yes” you interject again

He sighs “I’m not getting through this am I?” he asks, to which you look back and up at him, shaking your head “I love you so much”

“I love you too husband” you grin up at him

His eyes light up “Say that again” his cheeky smirk is back

“Husband” you repeat, getting a little shy

He leans in to capture your lips in a chaste kiss “I like that” he mumbles against your lips

“Good because I’ll be your wife…” you raise your eyebrows, noting the fire in his eyes the moment you say wife “You like that even more don’t ya?

“Oh yeah”

Thank you for reading ♡

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley and you #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #fred and reader #fred x reader #fred x you #fred weasley

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 2 years

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‘needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up’ with fred weasley?

Bathroom troubles

Christmas was one of your favourite times of the year, it always had been. Even more so now that you got to spend it with Fred and his family. You’d been dating Fred for two years, so you’d only had two Christmases with the Weasley’s, but you knew you wanted a lifetime of them. It was Mrs Weasley who made them extra special, you always joked how she must spend all year preparing for it although you weren’t sure how much of a joke it was anymore. Somehow, she always had a new jumper for each of the family members and the extra people to open on Christmas morning.

School finished about a week before Christmas, allowing another week afterwards to celebrate the new year. You’d been helping Fred pack his things before leaving for the holiday.

“Freddie, what is this?” You hold up a dingy worn out bear by its ear, a look of mock disgust displayed on your face.

He grabs the bear out of your hands, cradling it against his chest. “Don’t worry Mr. Bear they were just joking” he coos. You raise your eyebrows, wishing you had your camera on you to take a photo and embarrass him. “Do you not like Mr. Bear?” He feigns shock, throwing the bear towards your face. You dodge the incoming attack, picking the bear up off the floor and packing him in the suitcase.

It wasn’t long before you were all packed and boarding the Hogwarts express. You sat tucked in the window seat with Fred next to you. Not even ten minutes into the journey his head had lolled onto your shoulder, ginger hair tickling your cheek.

Mrs. Weasley was full of joy when she greeted you on the platform. She bundled you into her arms like you were her own child, almost squeezing you to a point of suffocation until Fred reminded her that he would quite to spend Christmas with you alive.

Christmas was still a couple days away yet celebrations in the burrow had already begun. The cluttered house was decked out in decorations, lights and tinsel streaming in every direction possible. A small tree was situated in the corner of the living room, baubles hanging off every single branch. There had been some attempts to make the tree bigger, no doubt by George and a made up spell, as the hole in the ceiling above proved.

The long day of travelling had tired you out so you and Fred politely excused yourself from the heated game, only so competitive because George kept cheating, to go to your shared room.

“Don’t you want Mr. Bear” you teased as Fred climbed into bed.

“You’re better” he said pulling you down with him, snaking his arm around your middle to pull you closer.

Fred, like on the train, was asleep in minutes. It took you longer to get to sleep but it was long till you woke up again anyway. The sun had set since you’d gone to bed and the room was only lit by the bedside table lamp left on. Fred was even closer than he was when you went to sleep, his arm was still wrapped around you but a leg was thrown over yours and his chin rested on top of your head. There was one problem, you needed the toilet.

“Fred” you whispered, only to be met by snores. You tried again, gently shaking his arm. When he didn’t answer the third or fourth attempt you gave up, resigning yourself to the uncomfortable fate of having to wait until he woke up.

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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underneath the table | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader (royal!au) warnings: (18+) nsfw, voyeurism, oral, male-receiving? a bit of edging, spitting. idk what else to add here except the fact that this was filthy and i needed to cave into fred weasley, yk. prompts: “i’m sensitive, please”

a/n: here's the part two to those who've asked from the first part of the fic!! i always love some pining with dear ol' freddie. so, ofc, this will have a third part 🙈

summary: y/n y/l/n was as needy as ever for fred weasley after the last encounter where they were interrupted the last time. now, as another opportunity presents itself to y/n, she knows she has to do something about it.

"Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey says as she makes a quick rundown on her list, minutes before another banquette is to be held in the kingdom, as Hon. Ron, the family's youngest son, had announced his engagement with the Lady Granger - or Hermione, as she likes to be called most of the times - therefore, another celebration is expected.

Which meant Y/N had spent most of her free days instead of helping in formwork every Saturday with Fred hovering above her anytime he got, she spent the day going with Madame Pince and Madame Pomfrey for the preparation, from the cleaning of the chambers to buying vegetables, meat, and other raw ingredients from the merchants in King's Cross.

So, Fred, whose favourite day was Saturday considering he gets to see more of Y/N during the second to the last day weekend, was immediately displeased - to say the least. In fact, his team had won by the number of bludgers he had beaten off, leaving at least one or two for George to deal with.

"Pray thee, brother," George kids Fred as they unmounted the broom, with Fred emphasizing each action by harshly throwing his own away, leaving a loud thud as George found the whole scene entertaining. "take a breather or the next time I see you the whole broom closet is torn down into pieces of wood."

Fred rolled his eyes, shaking off his rather sweaty hair, removing his gears in such a fierce manner.

"Ah, still no attitude adjustment from Y/N, I assume?" George whispers, laughing almost immediately as Fred meets his gaze as he nonchalantly removed all of his gear.

"There's no attitude adjustment," Fred mutters, freeing the top section of his hair from the tight pony he has placed it in.

"Yet," George replies, winking at Fred, who, in turn, just slapped the back of his head, with George exclaiming a playful wince of pain as he returned the gesture to his older twin. "Don't know why you just can't ask her out, though, she seems pretty in love with you."

Fred shrugs, and immediately George knew. "Mum and Dad both know that we don't take rules by the book, Freddie. We simply have a mind of our own."

The older twin didn't dare to respond. He knows how he and George have a mind of their own, yes, he and his twin always had blown up different rooms and bathrooms - causing plumbers and carpenters to be working more than their usual hours.

With one pat on the shoulder from George, they made their way outside the Quidditch closet, with Ginny following closely behind with a pastry in her hand.

"Where'd you get that?" George asks as he tries to pinch off a part from Ginny, who had successfully whisked the bun away before George could get a hold of it.

"This," Ginny says before taking the last bite, "is from Y/N. If you want you could ask for one, or let Fred ask, I'm sure she'll give more than one." Ginny winks at Fred.

"I'm pretty sure she'll give the whole basket if Fred's the one who'll ask," Harry follows in, making them laugh as Fred huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Those are for later, you know she only gave you that bun since you’re her favourite Weasley," Fred says, still annoyed by the fact that he had not seen Y/N the whole day. "I beg to differ," Ginny counters, wiping off the cinnamon-covered fingers on her handkerchief, "when she got back, the first thing she asked after greeting me was where you are, I'm pretty sure I'm second."

"When did I fall into third place?" George pouts, making Fred punch his arm.

"Where is she?" Fred turns to Ginny as they neared the marble staircase towards the castle.

As soon as Fred has taken a shower and changed into comfier clothes, he finds himself wandering over the Kitchens four hours before the banquette - while he knows Y/N might be busy preparing, he couldn't help it, especially when he had witnessed the beauty of each curve that her body possessed. It was as if she was the finest wine Fred desperately needed to taste and devour, and he'll do everything to taste it - and for all he knew, Fred always got his things his way.

So, when Fred sees Madame Pomfrey leave the Kitchens with maidens following about her, he tries to recognise each lady, and when he realises Y/N was not included in the roster, he sneaks his way down to the Kitchens.

Lo, and behold, the fairest maiden his eyes had ever seen. Y/N was chopping the vegetables in such serenity Fred always found himself drawn towards. He took quiet steps, so much for not trying to break her focused stance before placing his hands on her hips, making Y/N jolt as she felt the touch.

"Goodness, sire," Y/N chuckles nervously as she recognises the familiar scent of the man who had his hands on the expanse of her hips. "you scared me."

"Where were you?" Fred ignores her remark, sliding his hands to her waist as he pulls the body against his, his body flushing at the contact, and sooner enough, he was getting turned on by the way he acknowledges he felt her skin beneath his touch.

"Head maiden duties, I had to accompany mesdames," Y/N whispers, hands failing to chop the vegetables on her board as she basks in the presence of the attractive young man whom she had been pining ever since.

Fred smirks at how Y/N tries her very best to stay composed, and soon enough, Fred places his chin on her shoulder as his hands enveloped Y/N's, guiding her hands in chopping the vegetables.

"You know you do have magic, right?" Fred whispers as his lips ghost the shell of her ear, kitten licking a small portion of her skin, making the lass shiver at the action. "Yes, sire," Y/N responds, biting her lip.

"But I prefer you guiding me on how to do it," Y/N responds timidly, making Fred's breath hitch and for him to let out a low groan. "God, m'lady," Fred chuckles as he presses his hips against her bum, "you don't know what you do to me."

Y/N places down her knife and spins around, making Fred lose his balance before gripping the edge of the counter Y/N had been working on, trapping the lady between his arms, their lips almost touching at the very small distance between them.

"Then let me know," Y/N says, and Fred immediately places his mouth on hers, pushing his hips against the crotch as much as he can, considering that her flowy dress didn't give him much access to it. Y/N moaned, hands intertwining behind Fred's neck as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Fred, with only half a mind, had successfully pushed the vegetables aside as well as the other kitchenware, taking a hold of her thighs to aid her as he told her to jump and seat on the counter. Y/N's legs spread wide as Fred hoisted the fabric towards the top of her thighs, giving him room as he tried to dry hump against her clothed crotch.

"Merlin, baby," Fred says as soon as their kiss broke, eyes meeting hers as his hips rutted against her, with Y/N sensually trying to meet his rhythm. "a fucking goddess you are - a slut - but a goddess." he winks at her, making Y/N blush.

But as soon as things could escalate further, the lad and the lass both heard the faint voice of Madame Pomfrey, with the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble stone floor.

"Shit," Fred says, pulling Y/N down from the counter and casting a verbal spell to fix the things on the counter. As soon as the counter was back to normal, he faced the lass, almost groaning at the sight of her: flushed, with dark eyes in such a stare he knew was only reserved for him.

"God, are you so sexy," Fred says as he pecks her lips more than once. "dinner duties?" he asks as the steps become loud with each second. Y/N shook her head, "They wanted me to rest."

Fred hummed, "Be there at the dining hall, alright? I'll miss you,"

"But, sir -"

"Lord's orders," he winked before turning Y/N around and making her take hold of the knife and usher her back to chopping.

"Oh, Lord Weasley! What a surprise," Madame Pomfrey says with a gasp as she finds him walking around the Kitchens, looking dishevelled, but the Housekeeper remained ignorant. "To who do I offer the visit?"

"I got hungry, looked for something to eat," Fred shrugged, "would you be serving the custards later, Madame Pomfrey?" he follows up a second later as the Housekeeper was about to respond.

"Oh, yes, sire, in fact, Y/N was the one who said to serve that tonight," Madame Pomfrey smiles. "Do you have any more requests for the dinner tonight, my Lord?"

"I'm good, thank you," Fred smiles, "but if I were to get hungry and needed those custards before dessert, I could ask Y/N right?" he smirks as Y/N's blush deepened.

"Of course, sir," Madame Pomfrey replies.

"Good, now, will you excuse me," Fred says, excusing himself, without him not trying to sneak a wink in Y/N's way.

And excuse herself was something Y/N tries to do as the banquette neared and some invited guests arrived at the Dining Hall. She hadn't seen Fred since he made his presence known in the Kitchens, and to say that the encounter made her underwear wet was an understatement. In fact, the whole time she had been preparing the custard flans, she has been looking at the door of the Kitchens ever now and so often as Fred said a while ago, and she only had stopped when Madame Pomfrey had called out her attention regarding it.

She huffs in annoyance as it dawns on her that Fred wasn't going to go down before dinner, and it almost pushes her to the edge when she had walked past him across the halls and he hadn't spared a glance at her.

How dare you, Y/N thinks.

And that was why she finds herself tucked underneath the long table of the Dining Hall, and she silently thanks herself for having to have chosen a thicker and longer table cover that reached the floor, for if not, she would be having a difficult time trying to act upon Fred's endless teasing.

So, as soon as she sees the familiar leather shoes clicking against the floor with the gold buckle that she knew was Fred's, she situates herself in front of the chair that Fred stopped at, and as soon as he took a seat, Y/N tries to contemplate whether what she was thinking of was worth the risk.

Goddamn it, Y/N bites her lip, I'm doing it.

Y/N had given ample time for Fred to situate during dinner, and her heart almost flutters as she held back a chuckle when Fred started tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he tried to fidget, as if he were searching for someone.

When Fred's impatient foot-tapping had come to a halt, that is when Y/N's fingers lightly danced on Fred's knee, making Fred's knee jerk and hit the table, with Fred slightly groaning at the sudden action, and her laughing lightly as Fred tries to excuse what had happened.

Not a long while after, a teaspoon had fallen from the table, and Y/N stayed still as she didn't know whose silverware had fallen. Her breath hitched as she tried to keep it in, and sooner enough, she was met by a mischievous grin of Fred's.

Fred winks at her as he retrieves the spoon from the ground, making her blush as Fred pulls his chair closer to the table, much to Y/N's comfortability.

Y/N takes the lead as she tries to unbuckle Fred's trousers, pulling them down slightly as her breath ghosts on the black boxers Fred had worn. Her lips leave a kiss on the bulge that was starting to grow from the crotch, and her underwear, if it had been wet before, was getting wetter than it was a while ago.

She bites her lip before pulling the trousers down to pool at Fred's ankles, tongue immediately latching on Fred's clothed cock, making the lad jump in his seat. His hips involuntarily bucked slightly, an act which Y/N took that he wanted more.

But Y/N was not willing to comply - not yet - that's why she pushed his hips down on the chair, making Fred choke on his food, and Y/N smirked as she found the situation pleasant. She kept on kissing the covered dick, with her tongue going out every now and then to lick him under the fabric.

Her hands which were used to push Fred's hips down held the side of his thighs, pinching the muscular flesh as her teeth bit the band of his boxers, pulling it down sensually as she felt Fred tense up. Her fingers immediately tapped on his skin, soothing him down.

As soon as the pants were discarded along with his trousers, Y/N wasted no time and immediately licked his throbbing dick from the base to the tip of his head, taking her time to flick the skin from the head, tongue running across the slit of his cock.

Y/N's left hand went in between his thighs to cup his balls, wriggling her hand as she tried to massage as she bobbed her head up and down the impressive length of Fred. The hand that was used to cup Fred's thigh was now used to jack off his penis, her chest heaving out in such intensity as she tried to catch her breath.

Her fingers tightened and squeezed around the head, and soon, she was spitting on his head and smearing her saliva throughout the head, spreading it out on his dick before divulging again.

Fred's left hand went down the table, his thighs jerking every now and then as he tried to answer the small talk he found himself in, his hand tried to search for Y/N's right hand, to which Y/N had noticed, and after wiping the saliva-coated hands with Fred's thigh, she reached her hand towards Fred's and intertwined her hands with his.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed out as she paused from giving head to Fred, as it was challenging with his length and girth; hitting the back of her throat every down and then as she tried to eat him out whole.

Y/N was jerking Fred's dick off with such intensity, noting how Fred has been trying to suppress his squirming by tapping his foot and tightening his grip on their intertwined hands. She saw how Fred tried to buck his hips towards her mouth, and Y/N helped Fred by putting him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with her tongue following suit, as her hand jacked off the remaining flesh that her mouth couldn't reach.

The hand which was used to massage his balls have been discarded, as she had already pushed down her hand to her underwear, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers inside her, desperately wanting to chase Fred's orgasm so she could come with the man.

It was at the same time when Y/N felt her orgasm approaching as Fred's right hand was now grasping her jaw, guiding her to be fast in order for him to come as his left hand dug his fingernails into Y/N's right hand. He didn't know Y/N was touching herself, and Y/N didn't know that Fred was doing everything in his willpower what was happening to him underneath the table.

Y/N quickened the pace on his cock, the noise of his skin on his mouth as well as her gagging was enough to turn her on, good thing that the Dining Hall was packed; as it drowned out the sinful noise that came under the table, had anyone been attentive enough.

Fred's hands stilled on Y/N, signalling that he was about to come, at the same time Y/N also came on her fingers, drenching her undergarments with her release. Fred's cum splattered down to the back of her throat, the salty yet sweet liquid burning up her tongue as she milked out his climax.

When Y/N felt that he was done, she swallowed the cum and pulled him out of her mouth and licked him clean slowly with her tongue, earning a squirm from Fred as he leaned against the chair, slightly peering at her from where she knelt on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sensitive," he mouthed, eyebrows furrowing as he met the innocent gaze of Y/N when she kitten-licked his overstimulated head. "Please," she followed his request.

Y/N winked and opened her mouth, indirectly telling him that she has swallowed his load. Fred's hooded eyelids looked at her in awe as he tried to breathe deeply without being obvious. His hands made way to her jaw and he ran his fingers on her cheek, "So pretty," he whispered.

Dinner soon ended after what seemed like a long while, but the night will soon be longer, for as Y/N reappeared - though looking unkempt - at the Dining Hall, clearing the tables as if she had not been underneath the table throughout, Fred cleared his throat and whispered to her, "Chambers, in two hours."

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l-lenny · 10 months

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Dumb Krum … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Part 5/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

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Hugging Viktor tight you started cheering he laughed and hugged you back. Enjoying the moment you didn’t even realized that your schoolmates were approaching you two. Out of the blue you were picked up on shoulders of Patric and Dolian two guys in same year as you. Viktor was lifted too. Everyone was loudly proclaiming that you two were the most skilled out there “Durmstrang! Durmstrang! Durmstrang!” Shouted everyone as they took you to the castle. For a school with such a dark reputation everyone was rather cheerful that night. Some of the guys actually smuggled in the common room few bottles of Hogs head brew, Daisyroot draught, Dagon Barrel brandy and sweet Berry Ocky Rot. And from then on it was straight up celebration of every possible occasion. Few students of Hogwarts showed up and said congratulations. The atmosphere never leaving the comfort zone. You and Viktor were sat side by side and you occasionally leaned on him. Taking in his scent and warmth. And when the clock chimed at midnight you started to feel tired. After a while everything was quiet and still. Sweetest dreams about the first trial flooded your mind. Seeing Viktor after the victory giving you kiss. You leaning in him and- “Y/n!” Yelled heavy accent of your classmate from the stairs. You rolled of the couch with a thud. Getting of the floor you looked at Dolian. Sending him a glare. “What?” You yelled. “You seriously slept on the couch?” He asked you and you looked around the common rooms. You did in fact slept on the couch but wrapped in blanket. Being too tired to get up. “Well Viktor said something about that but what the hell?” He laughed. “Viktor?” You asked him confused. He pointed at the blanket on the couch. “He tried to bring you to bed but since we weren’t able to undo the stupid charm around girls dormitory he said something about keeping you warm. I don’t remember much I feel asleep after a while” he said. You waved him off with a sneer “you two are incompetent at charms” going up the stairs to your room you freshened up. After putting on your favorite jumper and comfy pants you brushed your hair. Making a sleek high ponytail you checked yourself in the mirror. Taking a toothbrush you made sure to get yourself presentable again. Using hydration spell for your skin, you looked like yourself again. “I shouldn’t have drink last night.” You said to yourself going to get breakfast.

Chewing your scrambled eggs you looked for your friends. Not many of them have been present. In fact it was really early and not many students have been in the great hall. One of the few who made it in for early breakfast was your brother. Draco sit beside you. He cleared his trought and asked “Did you wrote to our parents?” You didn’t answer for a while “Not yet, they will be updated anyways, with the way Rita is capturing everything” you answered truthfully. Draco looked at his food “Father was really upset last ti-” he started but you interrupted him “Why are you suddenly so friendly?” You snapped. “I am your brother” he snapped back. “A brother that wanted to cut ties with me” you added sarcastically. “And you are a perfect sister?” He hissed. “You discarded me the first chance you got.” He pouted. “I have been protecting you!” You snapped at him. He looked confused. “What? First of all I don’t need your protection and-“ you interrupted with a low voice “yet you call daddy in any inconvenience right? You can’t protect yourself Draco, that’s why I went to Durmstrang.” You said. Draco not giving his argument up started “father said it was our choice to go to school-“ you stood up “I am not having this conversation right now” you said and left the great hall. Eyes of the students were on you and your brother. Draco stood up and followed you “So you admitted it! I was right and you-“ spinning on your heel you grabbed him by the collar “One of us had to go to Durmstrang, father and I made a deal in order to protect you I had to go.” Draco’s eyes flew open. He never knew about this. “I went willingly because I wanted for you to have it easier.” You said letting his collar go. Draco was stunned. “I” he breathed out when you turned around. “I wrote father this morning” he said. You looked at him “I told him about the trial and-“ he took a shaky breath “your disappointment of friends.” You didn’t quite grasped what he was saying. “Father knew about Vik” you said but what Draco said next was unsettling “I am talking about the Weasleys” he spat out. You looked at him shocked. “You have no right to write about my life. I choose who I am friends with and I choose who I spend time with. I can’t believe you!” You said frustration in your voice. Everything was going downhill from the moment you said foot on the boat. “You changed from the kid I used to know. You are not like the little brother I used to babysit and play with” With that you basically had no one in your family now.

Saying to yourself that the trial will come first, you promised yourself that you will wrote home later. With a task in mind you went to retrieve the egg and trying to focus only on the tournament you were met with a huge screech right when you opened the egg. Quickly closing it you were recovering your hearing. Some girls barged in your room “oh my Merlin what was that” asked girl with brown short hair and big eyes. “Are you alright?” Asked tall girl with a braid. “What happened “ asked the last one with dark hair. They were asking left, right and over each other. Explaining the situation you apologized and executed yourself. Grabbing the egg you went past very confused and very worried slytherins in the common room who headed out for breakfast. Shrugging it of you made your way to one of the bathrooms which no one used. Fred actually told you this. It was perfect for this. No one would be here. On your way there you met Viktor. Smiling at him you asked if he would help you. And that’s how you ended up there for four hours straight. In the first twenty minutes you managed to scared Moaning Myrtle away with the screaming. You had been laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Your head hurt and your ideas were running low. You decided to freshen up. Filling the sink with water you dunked you head in trying to cool your coming headache. Viktor opened the egg again and tried to see if there was any new clue. But that was when you heard it. It was very faint and very distant. But you heard it. It was a word. You got your head out of the sink and spun at Viktor who shut the egg closed.

“Have you heard it?” You asked. “Vhat?” He asked confused rubbing his ears. “It was very faint and distant but I heard that.” You said energy coming back. “Vhat are you talking about? Vhat did you heard?” He asked you fully excited. You grabbed a bucket that was lying under the sink and made it larger with easy spell. After that you started pouring water in it. Viktor watched confused and then it clicked. He helped you and when he sunk the egg you both dipped your head in the water. Viktor opened the egg and you heard a beautiful melodical voices. It made sense now the screechy sound is actually a song sung by merpeople, who have high, thin, and screechy voices, making the egg's song incomprehensible when listened to in air. Submerging the egg deepens the sound to where it can be understood. According to the song in the Egg, You would have only one hour to rescue something dear to him that would be held deep beneath the lake at Hogwarts by the merpeople.

Calling it a day and cheering about your progress after that you discussed when to hold the next research session in the library. You were so excited that you wanted to share the news with someone. Deciding to tell Fred you went to find him. He was with George at the court yard. Running up to them they greeted you friendly and started a conversation. The usual well done, how are yous and what do you wanna dos were exchanged when you excitedly started talking about the torturous hours spent to decode the clue and how you managed to figure it out. “And I am telling you, it was just a coincidence but we’re got that! Could you believe that? Me and Vik will be studying for the next trial as soon as possible.” You weren’t dumb. You knew the looks of Hufflepuff students. They would probably tell the Hogwarts champions if they heard you talk how to crack the clues. Telling you figured it out but not how was smart. Fred and George were smiling at your enthusiasm. Calling it for celebration they took you to kitchens. Trying to talk to the house elves and asking if they could give you some sweets you chatted happily and enjoyed every minute of it. “So Dumb Krum is sometimes clever who would have thought.” Said George. All of you laughed and shared some stories and what not. In the evening when it was about to be time to sleep you took hot shower, got in your comfortable pajama’s and wrote home. It was surprising that no howler came today after what your brother told you. Maybe father was really busy today and couldn’t read Draco’s lettter? No that can’t be it. Shrugging it off you made your way to bed, letting sleep engulf you.

Once again you were woken up by a howler from your father. He shamed you for talking to Weasley and reminded you to choose better friends and stick to your Durmstrang friends. But he never congratulated you for finishing the first task. Having pretty bad morning you headed to eat and and then you would go to classes. In the moment you wanted to go to your room for books you heard McGonagall make announcement “I have something to say to you all. The Yule Ball will be approaching — a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialise with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above — although you may invite a younger student if you wish —“ loud chatter erupted cutting the professor off. She demanded attention again and continued “Dress robes will be worn, and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then — The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to — er — let our hair down. But that does NOT mean, that we will be relaxing the standards. I will be most seriously displeased if any student embarrasses their school in any way”she sternly reminded “I wish to speak with the champions before classes today” she announced last and disappeared in the hall. Getting up from your seat you followed her with others to her office. “As champions you will have first dance with your chosen partners. You have to invite someone as you must attend because of your roles as champions” she informed “Do not worry about dancing as you shall be educated on that subject later” she said. “Do you have any questions for me?” She smiled kindly at the Triwizard champions. With that all of you went your separate ways.

Was it foolish of you to wish to go with Viktor? Could you even do that? You were too shy to ask Minerva in front of everyone. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw went to attend DADA with the Beauxbatons students, Viktor run to get his books promising to catch up with you in charms. With everyone gone you knocked on Minerva’s door again and entered. “I actually have one question professor” you said. She gave you a comforting smile and gestured for you to continue. “Is it possible for the two champions to go together?” You asked hopefully. She give it a second before answering. “Good question indeed. Well, if you want to attend the ball with one of the champions then I suppose no. The champions are supposed to go as individuals with a date not as champion with a champion.” She answered. You nodded and with a quick thank you you went to grab you books and sprinted to charms, barely making it.

The day was slow and you were more then disappointed in the decision of not going with Viktor. Trying to think of someone who would be fun and nice to talk to during the night you were constantly thinking of Fred Weasley. “Y/n-” some part of you was happy that you were thinking of him. “Y/n-“ and yes he would be fun, you can go as friends. “Y/n!“ you spun your head to Viktor in shock. “What?” He chuckled “You vere spacing out again. Ve are done for today, I asked if you would study with me for the next trial.” He offered and you agreed and went straight to library.

Starting to get headaches you closed the 12th book. Studying on end to find solutions to keep breathing underwater. “The Bubble-Head Charm might be useful but I don’t think we should rely on just one charm” you said and offered to look another day. He nodded and with a good night hug he decided to get to bed early. You went for fresh air to astronomy tower, being in stuffy library all evening was tiring. Step by step you went up the stairs to be met with a ginger head lying on the floor and looking at the stars. Deciding to just plop down next to him you greeted him. “Hey Fred!” He looked at you and smiled “How do you know I am not George?” You chuckled “Your eyes” you simply answered and stared at the stars. He nodded not understanding you in the slightest. “So how was that after in library date with our Dumb Krum?” He asked jokingly. You shook your head “We we trying to figure out how to not die in the next trial.” Fred looked at you taking in all beautiful features that made you shine in the moonlight. Suddenly you sit up and looked at him. Your idea from this morning of asking him to the Yule ball popping in your head. He sat up too confused. “Can I have one favor?” You asked. He nodded letting you continue. “Can you say yes to the next question I am going to ask?” He just blinked. Then laughed and shook his head. “Why to say all of this?” You smiled at him not saying anything. “Fine” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Will you go to the Yule ball with me?” You asked him hoping and praying for him to say yes. Your really wanted to go with him for some reason. “Wait really? Yes I would love to!” He smiled and hugged you. After a while he parted and asked “but I was assuming you want to go with Dumb Krum” you chuckled “for some reason I do really wanna go with you” you punched him playfully in the chest. Feeling happy and content both of you went to bed.

Passing time in books you were settled on your way to win the next challenge. You still didn’t know what you were going to fetch but at least you were prepared.

You and Viktor were standing at the end of the pier waiting for the second trial. All of the students and professors came to see. Well you didn’t see Fred. Which kind of hurt. George asking you where his twin was, was not helping you relax. When Madam Hooch started the trial you pushed aside your worries and jump in the water. Before you hit the water you half-transfigured Viktor and he did the same. Adjusting to your tail was rather easy and you went straight into the depths of the lake. Beauxbatons used bubble head charm and Hogwarts champions used gillyweed. You all tried you hardest.

Going deep down you used your wand to light the way and led Viktor deeper. Something latched on your shark tail. You look in shock back at you tail. You saw sickly green creature with sharp little horns had its face pressed against your tail, pulling faces and flexing its long, spindly fingers. You knew what this thing was. The Grindylow. A creature that had long, brittle fingers which despite their fragility were rather strong. You felt it when the creature scratched you. Viktor tried to broke its grip on you with force. To no avail he put his wand near its head and used the Revulsion Jinx. The spell shot jets of boiling hot water, which would scold its skin and cause it to release itsgrip and retreat. When you saw more of them coming you hurried deeper.

When you arrived deep in sea grass you saw magical cocoons with people. It turns out that the "something dear" for each of the champions was another person. Viktor grabbed Hermione and you grabbed Fred. After a while of untangling Freds cocoon was still in tangled sea grass. Then you saw Hogwarts champions. When you were about to go after Viktor, Cedric and Marian you saw Anne snatching her boyfriend and swimming up. Last minute decision you grabbed the smaller girl in the last cocoon. Swimming away hastily after you saw few merpeople lurking around. You tried to swim really fast to catch up. You body getting sore from all the swimming and pulling two bodies up. You injury bringing in more gryndilows. You tried to push your body to its limit. Almost crying and getting sharp pain in your tail and arms.

Seeing the others you tried to be faster but you got cramp in your tail making you immediately paralyzed. The little sea creatures catching up to you. Pointing you wand at your still bleeding trail you helped it to release all the pain and in the last second you shot the swarm of the little green annoyances. Grabbing the cocoons again you came to surface. Gabrielle and Fred took first breath and the three of you were freezing cold. You were last to get out. Letting Gabrielle and Fred go before you. Your head was spinning and you were getting weak. Due to the blood loss you were getting colder much faster. When Fred was engulfed in warm towel with the little girl you tried to go up the pier but you were to weak. Slipping out of consciousness you started to sink. When you open you eyes again you have back your legs, wrapped in ton of towels and Fred, George, Viktor, Fleur and Madam Pomfrey were staring at you.

“Thank the great philosophers” hugged you Viktor. “Y/n!” Said Fred and George in unison. Fleur smiled brightly at you. Madam Pomfrey just nodded and walked off with a small smile making the students cheer. Durmstrang chanted “Mal-foy-Krum! Mal-foy-Krum!” Over and over again. George thanked you for getting his brother and Fleur for getting her sister back.

In mere hours a Quibbler appeared at your nightstand in hospital wing, where you sat on request of Madam Pomfrey for any signs of any sort of negative impact. The wound not not on your tail but on your leg was wrapped in Buuble gaze to made sure no negative damage was done. Viktor and Fred were beside you but after getting scold from the nurse they had to leave. After that Fleur showed you the magazine and thanked you again. When she was leaving to let you rest you wondered if you should read anything that Rita wrote, but curiosity got the better of you. You opened it and read out loud.

“Beauxbatons failed to finish the second task because Fleur was attacked by the grindylows. Because Delacour failed to finish, she never retrieved her younger sister, Gabrielle. Hogwarts champions saved all of theirs hostages, and were not hardly attacked. Nothing really prevented them from doing so by the Merpeople. Then Krum and Malfoy, arrived and retrieved their hostages, but when Fleur failed to show, Y/n in a heroic nature retrieved Gabrielle in addition to Fred Weasley. By choosing to try and save the other hostages earned Durmstrang extra points from the judges for "moral fiber." Final scores, out of 50, for this Task were assigned as follows Beauxbatons 25 points, Hogwarts 40 points and Durmstrang 47 points.”

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"You, Of Course"- Fred Weasley x Reader

word count:10,705

warnings: very slight angst, some fluff, maybe a little ooc Fred.

summary: Fred asks Angelina to the ball, and so you decide to say yes to the one person you know you shouldn't have said yes to.

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You never knew that morning when you woke up that you would be asked to the Yule ball. You had no idea it would be a Ravenclaw to ask you either. Waking up that day you just expected another 24 hours of waiting helplessly to be asked by the one person you so desperately wanted to be asked by. His name was Fred Weasley, and he was one of your best friends, if not your best friend. You had met him and his brother George on the train at the beginning of your first year. Now here you were after having ever-so-clumsily fallen in love with Fred, hoping that maybe he’d fallen in love with you too. Perhaps he’d ask you to be his date to the Yule ball, and things would fall into place just as perfectly as you had imagined time and time again.

Now back to the Ravenclaw boy, his name was Alexander Gray. He was in the same year as you and just so happened to be a pretentious asshole.

You walked into the Great Hall that morning with no other intention than to eat breakfast and head on to your Herbology lesson. Not having slept well the night before you were not looking forward to the day. Though, you knew that the boys would likely try to keep you for as long as they could without making you too late for class.

You took your spot next to Fred and sighed heavily while gathering all of the things you needed for your usual breakfast. Fred and George had noticed you sit down and waited for your usual good morning, but it never came.

“Well, good morning to you too darling. Why so chipper?” Fred questioned teasingly. You turned to look at him and gave your best smile. “You, of course,” you teased back and he grinned broadly. “I thought so, I mean I am your only reason to smile,” he said and you nodded meekly. If only he knew how right he was. He was the reason you smiled so much, if it wasn’t for him you’d probably be the most miserable person ever. He noticed just how feeble you were being and a look of worry replaced his bright grin.

Before he could speak up, his brother did. “(y/n), are you alright? You don’t seem like your usual self, did something happen?” George asked. You quickly shook your head, “No, no everything is just fine, just didn’t sleep very well last night,” you tried to reassure them. They both looked at you with uncertainty. “Are you sure?” Fred asked and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Of course,” you nodded as firmly as you could with the best smile you could muster. Fred being the reason you didn’t sleep was something you decided to keep to yourself. You could tell that Fred didn’t believe you and neither did George but they left it for the time being.

You went through breakfast quickly and said your goodbyes.

“I’ll see you guys later ok, don’t miss me too much,” you smiled before giving George a kiss on the head as per usual, not doing the same with Fred. (you see he had stopped his usual affections a few weeks ago and you just thought he had gotten sick of you so you stopped) Turning to leave you felt someone grab your wrist softly, and you turned back around. “Hey, (y/n), have you got a date to the ball yet?” Fred asked, and your heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Was he finally going to ask you?

“No, actually I don’t, why?” you asked softly. At that moment your hopes were so high.

“Just thought I’d ask, and let you know that I’m going with Angelina, so when you get a date maybe we can all go together,” he said and immediately your heart fell. You could feel your smile falter for a few seconds before coming back up. You had to hide your feelings, you felt the need to bury them as far as you could. You took your hand from his grip and nodded your head. “Ok,” you spoke before walking away from the table.

If you had looked back you would’ve seen the concern and confusion cloud his eyes as you walked away from him. “What did you do?” George asked as all of your friends watched you walk away. “I’m not sure,” he said with confusion written across his face. “I’ve never seen her walk away like that,” Ginny spoke up. “Should I go after her?” Fred questioned and Hermione stepped in this time. “No, I think we should give her some space, she doesn’t seem like she wants anyone around right now,”

“Yeah I guess you’re right, we’ll see her in Potions, I’m sure she’ll be ok Freddie,” George spoke to him and clapped a hand on his shoulder. Fred ignored that his brother called him Freddie despite you being the only one to call him that. He just glanced back over his shoulder and you were gone.

Tears blurred your vision as you tried to quicken your pace. Your heart broke, of course, he would ask Angelina, she was perfect, her skin, her hair, her personality, everything. She was everything that you weren’t and so much more. Well, at least that’s what you thought.

Despite the state you were in you could feel someone watching you. So immediately you wiped your eyes and looked up from where you were watching your feet. You caught the gaze of Alexander as he watched you walk by with a grin. Before you could get past him he stepped up next to you, “Good morning (y/n), would it be alright if I walked you to class?” he asked. Nodding you gave him a wary smile. “Sure,” you said warily and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You know, I know the ball is coming up soon, do you have anyone you’re going with?” He asked you. Your heart sunk even lower. “No, I don’t have anyone, no one’s asked me,” you sounded the slightest bit hurt and he could tell but obviously didn’t care. “Well, I wanted to know if you’d like to go with me?” he asked and your eyes widened. “What?” you asked softly as you looked at him. “Would you like to be my date to the Yule ball?” he asked once again. Your eyes fluttered as you looked at him in a fluster. “I um- Yeah, I’ll go with you, Alexander,” you smiled at him and he gently lifted your hand to place a kiss on the back of it just as you stopped next to your class.

“I hope to see you again soon pretty girl,” he smiled at you before opening the door for you to enter the classroom. You blushed softly and thanked him before walking to your seat and watching the door close.

Having a class with Angelina and being her partner after what happened was a bit awkward but you knew you couldn’t let it show. You had always loved her, and she was one of your good friends, but at the moment you just couldn’t bring yourself to smile so genuinely at her. Did you blame her? No, absolutely not. You would’ve said yes too. It didn’t stop your heart from hurting though.

“Hey, (y/n/n), are you ok?” she asked as you walked out of class that day. Sending her a smile you nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m alright, just a bit tired that’s all,” you told her the same excuse you had used that morning. “You sure?” she questioned and placed a hand on your arm to get you to look at her. “I’m sure, I just had a long night. I’ll see you later ok?” you said and gave her arm a squeeze before waving at her as you walked away.

On the walk to your Potions class, you tried to calm yourself as best you could. You knew you were going to be sitting next to Fred, and so you needed to collect yourself. Taking slow steps in order to drag out your journey, you tried to take deep breaths. Before you could get there you noticed someone fall into step with you. Knowing those shoes anywhere you felt your heart stop for a moment. Of course, he had to find you before class started.

“Hello love, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” he asked and nudged your shoulder. Trying to get a positive reaction from you. “ Not too long,” you said and kept your eyes straight ahead, not wanting to face Fred right now. “But you missed me right?” he questioned again and you huffed out a laugh. “Sure did,” you said. “I missed you too, you know,” he told you and you couldn’t help but want to roll your eyes. “Did you really?” you asked and took a quick glance at him. “Of course, I did. The fact that you thought I wouldn’t, wounds me (y/n),” he said and placed a hand over his heart in mock offense.

When you didn’t respond his shoulders fell. “What’s wrong (y/n)? Have I done something?” he stopped you from walking and made you face him. You looked away from him again, “No, you haven’t done anything, Fred,” you told him. “Has someone else done something?” he questioned a little louder this time. “No one has done anything, I’m just tired that’s all ok. Let’s get to class before we get detention please,” you said, and for the second time that day, you walked away from him. He sighed and watched you get further from him.

You didn’t want to feel the way you did, but you couldn’t help it. “C’mon Fred, we’ll be late,” you called back to him and heard his steps get closer. You could tell he was upset, “Sorry Freddie just not a very good day,” you said softly before squeezing his arm reassuringly. “S’ok just want to make sure you’re ok, I mean you’re my best friend,” he said and you sighed before nodding your head. “Right, you too Freddie,” you said as you opened the classroom door. He held it for you as you stepped inside and made your way to your shared desk.

You hardly noticed that George was already there, and almost everyone else was too. Luckily you had gotten there before the bell rang, so no points were taken off.

The class ended and you sighed heavily lucky enough to have gotten out with no new essays. You walked out of the class flanked by your favorite twins. “I didn’t fall asleep this time,” George says almost astounded with himself. You chuckled, “I’m proud of you Georgie,” you said and looped your arm through his. You had your next class with him, but Fred’s fortunately for you was Herbology which you had already had that day.

“We’ll meet you in the Great Hall for lunch Fred, have fun in Herbology,” George spoke to his brother as he reluctantly walked in the opposite direction. Looking back and wondering why you could act so casual and affectionate with his brother but not him. He didn’t know what was happening but he had to figure it out soon or he would go crazy.

You leaned your head against George’s shoulder as you walked, and he looked down at you. “What happened this morning?” he asked and you sighed. “What did he say?” he asked again. “He told me that he was going to the ball with Angelina and that when I find a date we should all go together,” you let out a breath. He let go of your arm and wrapped his around your shoulders. “I’m sorry (y/n),” He said and tugged you closer to him. You knew that he knew you had feelings for Fred. “I would ask you but I’m going with Alicia…” he trailed off, he really did feel bad. “You don’t have to be sorry, someone’s already asked me. I said I’d go…” you told him and felt your shoulders sag just a bit. His eyes widened as he looked down at you. “Who asked you then?” he questioned in excited curiosity.

“Alexander Gray,” you answered him softly. He huffed out a laugh, “You have to be joking, you know how he is (y/n). I can’t believe you said yes to him,” he said in disbelief. It was common knowledge that Alexander was quite fond of leading girls on for a few months and then breaking their hearts. You just said yes because he was the first person to ask, and it was only true that you wanted to go to the ball. You wanted that experience, you wanted that experience with Fred, but that wasn’t an option anymore so you set your expectations a little lower. Meaning you said yes to a jerk in the middle of being in a vulnerable state.

“We all know no one else would ask me George, and I want to go to the ball and not alone. I want someone to dance with, and even just for a while enjoy the night despite it not being with who I wanted,” you told him. It was his turn to sigh.

“I know for a fact that there are so many people here who would’ve loved to go with you. You just don’t value yourself enough. You’re worth a lot more than you think,” he told you and squeezed you tightly in a side hug.

“Thanks, Georgie,” you said and leaned into him.

The class had flown by and soon enough you were seated in the Great Hall for lunch.

Sitting next to Fred and George as usual, you stayed pretty quiet throughout the meal. You worked on some homework so you wouldn’t have to that night.

“Well, (y/n) here has got herself a date for the ball haven’t you?” George asked as he looked over at you. Your eyes were wide and you swore you blacked out for a second. Fred looked at you with furrowed brows. “I thought you said you weren’t going with anyone this morning?” he asked. You shook your head lightly. “I-um- yeah actually someone asked me on the way to class this morning,” you replied. “Who was it?” Fred asked, he almost seemed a bit upset. “Um- it was- it was Alexander Gray. He walked me to class and asked me if I’d go with him so I said yes,” you told him and the whole table just stopped to look at you for a second. “This has to be a joke. You said yes, to Alexander Gray. why? Do you hate yourself or something, or are you just an idiot?” Fred questioned incredulously. You looked at him with hurt eyes.

He knew he had messed up when he saw the look you gave him. You got up from your spot and walked out of the Great Hall, your back turned to him for the third time that day.

“You idiot! What was that all about?” George hit his brother. “I didn’t mean to say that. It just came out,” he said hopelessly.“You complete moron,” Hermione slammed her book shut. “Did you see how hurt she was?” Ginny asked. “Why would she say yes to him?” Fred asked everyone. “Did it not occur to you that maybe she just wanted someone to go with? I mean after what you said this morning I would say yes to someone who asked me right after as well. She didn’t want us to think that she’d have to go alone, it’s rather obvious,” Hermione stepped in again. “That doesn’t mean she has to say yes to him,” Fred spat out.

“You are absolutely insufferable,” she said and got up from her spot as well to go after you. Ginny joined her.

“You know, you should be the one going after her,” George told him and shook his head. “I don’t think she wants me around much today,” Fred said. “You really don’t realize that you’ve hurt her feelings at least twice now?” George spoke up. “What do you mean twice? What did I do in the first place?” Fred questioned in frustration. “I can’t tell you that, but you sure as hell know what you did the second time around,” George said not willing to out your secret. “What do you mean you can’t tell me?” he sounded even more frustrated. “You’ll figure it out eventually,” George said and went back to his food.

You walked away from him once more, and you never thought he would say something like that to you. He knew you better than anyone else and he had to have known that it was gonna hurt you. You had no clue why he would be this upset about it. Sure Alexander is a crappy person but you never thought he would insult you for it.

Tears leaked from your eyes as you continued your walk to the black lake. You hadn’t expected anyone to follow you and so you were surprised when Hermione and Ginny showed up beside you. You quickly tried to dry your tears, but it was too late they had already seen them.

“(y/n), are you ok?” Ginny asked. “Of course, she’s not ok your brother was a complete git,” Hermione spoke up. “No, no he wasn’t. I guess he was right, I am kind of an idiot aren’t I? I mean I said yes to the first boy who asked me because I couldn’t stand the fact that Fred was going with Angelina,” you let the words tumble from your mouth. They both looked at you with sympathy as you sat down in front of the lake. “I mean maybe I do hate myself, I never would have said yes if I didn’t think so lowly of myself that he was all I’d ever be asked by,” you spoke up again as you let your eyes wander to the water. “Don’t say that about yourself, we all know how much you’re worth. So does Fred despite what he said he knows how many people would kill to ask you to the ball,” Ginny said.

“It sure as hell doesn’t seem like I’m worth that much to him at all. I shouldn’t even care, but I do, I do care so much and it drives me crazy. He drives me crazy, in the best and worst ways and I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s clear he doesn’t want me, so it’s best if I just get over it, and just try not to think of him anymore,” you finished your rant and took a deep breath in and out. “You’ll be ok, you know? He’ll come to his senses and see just what he’s lost. Why don’t we return to the castle and get you cleaned up before afternoon classes?” Hermione said and brushed your hair behind your shoulder. You looked over at her and gave a weak smile. “Ok,” you said and you all three got up to head back to the castle.

It was almost funny to you that everyone seemed to know about your love for the ginger, everyone except for him.

The end of the day came quicker than you thought it would and soon enough you were situated by the fire in the common room. Hermione and Ginny were sitting around you and then came the rest of your friends. You noticed Fred coming your way and instantly began to internally panic. Hermione could feel you tense up and placed a comforting hand on your knee. “You’re ok,” she whispered for only you to hear. You slowly nodded your head and let out a sigh.

“(y/n), can I talk with you?” he asked and you looked at him for a second before feeling Hermione nudge you. “Um, yeah ok,” you said and got up from your spot to follow him to the corner tucked away from everyone else.

You sat down and so did he. “I’m not good with this kind of thing, but I know for a fact that I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say any of that, I know you’re not an idiot, and I was wrong for what I said to you,” He told you and you wrung your hands. “It’s ok, I mean maybe I am an idiot for saying yes to him… I guess going alone would’ve been better, I just wanted that experience with someone,” you told him truthfully. He looked at you with furrowed brows. “You're not an idiot, I’m sorry I even said that. I just think you deserve better than him. He’s not good enough for you that I know for sure,” he said and reached out to grab your hands in his. “Thanks, Freddie,” you said and tried not to let your eyes tear up again. Knowing he did care made things so much worse. “Of course, it’s the truth. Now, I have one question for you if I may,” he said and you looked at him in confusion. “What is it?” you asked. “Save a dance for me?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, of course,” you breathed out softly before giving him a weak smile.

He let go of your hands but before he walked away he looked down at you again. “Is there anything else bothering you love?” he questioned and you looked at him softly before shaking your head. “No, nothing at all Freddie. I am a bit tired though so I think I’ll just head on to bed now,” you said and got up from your spot. “You can tell me anything,” he reminded you as you stepped away from him. “I know. Goodnight Fred,” you told him and gave him a wave before bidding everyone else goodnight.

He sighed heavily as your footsteps receded up the stairs. Hopeful things would be better the next day, he went to sit with his friends. “Is everything ok?” George asked. “Yeah, I think everything is ok now. I apologized and we talked, I just hope she’s ok, she still seems a bit off. I’m worried,” Fred explained. “She’ll be ok, I mean sometimes you have to figure things out on your own,” Ginny said. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Fred sighed.

The next week seemed to fly by, and before you knew it it was the day before the ball. You had picked out the perfect dress and you were honestly excited.

Walking down to breakfast you had an actual smile on your face. You looked happier than you had been in a while. You stepped into the Great Hall and instantly found your friends with an open spot just by Fred and George as usual. Before you could get to your seat someone came up and took it. Your brows furrowed and your lips fell into a thin line, just as you were about to tell this person off you realized who it was. It was Angelina and your heart sank. You walked up to the table and greeted everyone before Hermione moved to give you a spot next to her. You smiled gratefully and took the seat. George smiled over at you sympathetically and you gave a small smile back.

You could tell he felt bad for you, and it hurt even worse because it seemed that Fred didn’t really care that she took your spot next to him. Though it wasn’t your assigned seat, and it wasn’t specially reserved for you, it was. It was your seat, it was where you always sat every meal of the day. You could see Hermione glaring daggers at Fred, and you placed a hand on her arm to get her to look at you. “It’s ok,” you spoke softly. “No it’s not,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “It has to be,” you said and she sighed. “He’s so oblivious it’s painful,” she told you and you almost chuckled. She looked over at you with an amused smile at the thought of almost making you laugh.

“So, (y/n), I heard you have a date. If you want we can all go together,” Angelina spoke up and you gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Sure,” you said and nodded your head despite wanting to say no. You wanted to tell her that you wouldn’t like to go together, that you’d rather be stuck with Alexander all by yourself than watch her and Fred be so close all night. Instead, you said “yes”, you said yes just for him, to put a smile on his face. You saw him do just that, he smiled at you and placed his arm around Angelina.

“I’m gonna go, I actually wanted to get to class a little early today I have to talk to the professor about something,” you spoke and got up to leave. “I’ll see you in class then?” Angelina asked and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you in class,” you said and waved to everyone. “Wait up (y/n), I’ll walk you to class,” George said, and you smiled at him gratefully. “I’d like that, c’mon then Georgie,” You said and motioned for him to join you.

“George our lesson is in the opposite direction you won’t make it back in time,” Fred looked at him in confusion. “That’s ok,” George shrugged his shoulders and wrapped an arm around you. “Let’s get going then,” you said and began your walk to your herbology class.

“Do you reckon he fancies her?” Angelina asked and everyone kind of laughed. “No way, we’ve been best friends since first year,” Fred huffed out a laugh. “I don’t know, he seems really sweet on her sometimes,” Angelina tried again. “Does he?” Fred asked. “But I guess that’s because you’ve been friends for so long,” she shrugged and went back to her food.

Fred’s mind thought back to all the times that you and his brother were together. He was reminded of how affectionate you were with him and he was with you. Maybe he did like you, maybe he’s just been trying to hide it all these years. Then he thought about all the times you and him were like that. Every time you’d play with his hair and loop your arm through his as you walked together. All of the times you’d kiss his head before getting up to go to bed, and when you’d hug him for no other reason than you missed him.

The times when he would be the one to pull you closer, where he would let you sit between his legs with your back against his chest while you read. He would compare your hands to his because of how small they were against his. The thought of his brother doing anything remotely close to that with you was unnerving. He didn’t like it one bit, was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be, he didn’t like you like that. Or did he?

You sighed heavily and leaned into your friend. “Did she have to sit there? I mean, that’s my spot you know. Everyone knows that’s my spot,” you whined a bit and he chuckled. “She just sat down, we didn’t want to be rude,” George said. You rolled your eyes. “I know, I’m just getting sick of losing things to her. I mean she kind of stole the love of my life, and now she steals my seat next to him,” you threw your hands up in frustration. He chuckled “It’s only temporary. They’re only together for one night, and then you can have your seat back too,” he said and you sighed again. “You think?” you asked and looked up at him with a slight pout. “Definitely,” he said and squeezed your shoulders. You leaned your head against his shoulder. “You know I love you right?” you asked him. “Of course, I do, who doesn’t love me?” he quipped and you nudged him in the side. “Alright, alright, I love you too,” he said and you smiled up at him and he kissed your forehead.

Little did you know that Angelina was making her way to the classroom and overheard, and saw you and George. Keep this in mind, Angelina knew you had a date to the ball, but she didn’t know who it was. She, of course, took it that you and George were together or at least liked each other. She smiled to herself and kept on walking, already too excited to prove herself right to Fred.

George opened the door for you and you walked in but not before giving him a hug. “Bye Georgie see you in Potions,” you said and waved. He was about to let go of the door before he saw Angelina coming his way so being ever the gentleman he held the door for her too. “Thanks, George,” she said and came over to sit next to you.

“Are you excited for the ball tomorrow?” she asked and you just nodded your head. “Yeah actually I am,” you said. “I’m glad we can go together,” she said and you gave her a weak smile. “I am too,” you lied.

The rest of the class went by smoothly and on to the next you went. Straight to the dungeons for Potions. Getting there you noticed that Fred and George were already there which was a weird sight but they did have a shorter walk than you so you shrugged it off.

You shot George a smile and went to sit with Fred. “Hello love,” he said and you gave a small smile back. “Hey, Freddie,” you said and got your book out to turn to the correct page.

“I’d bet you anything that we get an essay today,” Fred said and you chuckled, “We already know you’d win, so there’s no need for a silly bet,” you said. “That’s true, but we can always debate what it’s going to be about,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “Sure,” you agreed.

Before he could say anything Snape spoke up, and the lesson began.

Fred of course, did things throughout the class to try and make you laugh, and despite yourself, you did.

You walked out of class that day with surprisingly no essay and you chuckled. “Well I guess you would’ve lost that bet Fred, there was no essay today,” you shrugged as you continued down the corridors with the brothers. “Something is off about that,” George said and was about to toss an arm around your shoulder, but Fred noticed and did it before he could. George looked at him a little strangely but continued on.

“Bye Fred, see you after this lesson,” you said and before he walked away he placed a kiss on your head. You looked at him with surprise and tried to suppress the light blush on your cheeks. It was nothing new to you, but he hadn’t done something like that in weeks.

“You’re blushing,” George teased and you swatted his arm. “I am not!” you tried to deny it. He laughed. “You absolutely are,” he said and just wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Did he seem a bit strange to you?” you asked George as you looked up at him with confusion. “A bit, yeah,” he agreed. “He hasn’t bothered to be that affectionate in weeks. That was weird,” you said as your brows furrowed. “Don’t think on it too much. I know you always overthink,” he said and tapped your head. You sighed and nodded, “I know, I guess I just missed it,” you said. “Well, apparently he did too,” George said. You hoped he was right, you really did but you had your doubts.

Fred kept thinking back on the way you just seemed to melt into him when his arm was around you. He thought of the blush on your cheeks when he kissed you and couldn’t help but miss that feeling immediately. He didn’t truly understand what was happening but he could tell it was freaking him out. He had never realized just how much he thought about you and the little things that you do, or even the way you make him feel. He all of a sudden couldn’t wait to see you again.

His lesson seemed to stretch on and on until finally, it came to an end. He quickly gathered his things and practically raced out the door and to the Great Hall. When he arrived he saw you sitting in the spot next to Hermione again and noticed that once again Angelina had taken up your spot next to him. He sighed but made his way over to the table.

“Hey Fred, how was herbology?” you asked. He smiled brightly at you, “Take a guess,” he said and you scrunched your nose and tilted your head to the side in thought. “Hmm, I’m gonna guess that it was just as boring as it always is to you,” you said with a smile. He felt his heart melt at your actions. He was so happy to see you acting as your normal self. Little did he know that he was the cause of it. His bringing back that affection you adored so much about him brought back some of your happiness. Despite Angelina being in your seat you just decided to keep George’s words in mind. This was only temporary, a one-night thing.

“You’re perfectly right love,” he said and you chuckled. “I knew it,” you spoke happily. Before anyone else could say anything Angelina spoke up.

“Fred, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked and got up. “Um, yeah sure,” he said and followed her out of the Great Hall.

They exited through the doors and she pulled him aside.

“What’s this about?” he asked her. “I have proof,” she spoke confidently. “Proof of what exactly?” he asked her in confusion. “Proof, that George and (y/n) are together,” She stated simply. “What?” he questioned loudly. “Shh, lower your voice,” she said and grabbed his shoulders. “Where did you get that idea?” he asked this time quieter.

“I saw them on the way to class this morning and they both said I love you. He kissed her forehead and held the door for her. Her smile was as big as I’ve ever seen it, I swear,” she said and Fred’s brows raised. “There’s no way, they would’ve told me,” he said, sounding upset. “Maybe they haven’t told anyone yet,” she shrugged. “But they would’ve told me,” he said.

He had the thought in the back of his mind that it was all platonic of course, but then again he could be wrong. He felt his heart sink at the thought of you and George together, it didn’t seem right. You were a perfect pair, but not as a couple at least that’s what he thought. You both had dates for the ball but not with each other, maybe it was just because you were hiding it. No, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you and George weren’t right together. You were just friends, I mean you always told them that you loved them and they reciprocated of course. They were always affectionate, although he realized for weeks he hadn’t been as affectionate with you. He had been so busy caught up on pranks and going to the ball with Angelina that he didn’t make as much time for you. He didn’t realize it affected him until he pulled you close and kissed you goodbye. He didn’t realize how much he did miss you, the smell of your hair, and perfume. He missed how you would just lean into him, and fit so perfectly at his side.

He and Angelina walked back into the Great Hall and noticed that George was behind you with his arms around your shoulders and his chin resting atop your head. Angelina gave him a knowing look before walking back to the table to collect her things and sit with her other friends for a while.

“So what did you want to show me, Darling?” George asked and you chuckled at the name. “I just wanted to give you the notes that you didn’t take during History of Magic,” you said and he huffed. “Well, that’s boring,” he said and you chuckled again. “But you’ll appreciate it after hearing about the test we have next Friday,” you said and he let out a whine. “A test, really?” he questioned and you smiled. “Yes, George, a test, now copy these down and give them back before Friday please,” you said and handed them to him. He let you go and went to sit back down next to his brother. “Freddie, since you're learning the same thing you should copy those notes too,” you said and he just nodded.

He just hoped he was reading too much into it. “You ok Freddie?” you asked. “Just fine,” he answered and you looked at him skeptically. “We can talk later if you want to,” you said and tried to give him a reassuring smile. He thought about it for a moment, “Yeah ok,” he said and tried to give his best smile back.

The day seemed to fly by after that. You just had this worry in the back of your mind. This fear that maybe you had done something wrong, or maybe Angelina had upset him. Overall you just wanted him to be ok, and that’s what you were gonna make sure happened.

The evening feast had come to an end and so you all headed back to the common room, whether that was to read, hang out, or in your case have a talk with your friend.

As you made your way through the halls you fell into step with Fred. “May I?” you pointed at his arm. He just looked at you and gave a smile before nodding. You looped your arm through his and leaned against him a bit. “Angelina won’t mind will she?” you asked in honest wondering. “Of course not, she knows how close we are and it’s not like we’re dating,” he told you and you just nodded, “Alright, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t crossing any lines,” you said. “In fact, come here,” he said and pulled you to a halt so he could wrap his arms around you in a hug. You smiled brightly and let out a happy sigh at the feeling of him so close again. You leaned against his chest and held on as tightly as you could.

“I’ve missed you, Freddie,” you admitted softly. He heard your words and his heart melted. “I’ve missed you too love,” he said and held you tighter. “I’m sorry for being the way I was these past few weeks. I’ve been separate from you and your feelings,” He told you and you looked up at him in surprise. “You don’t have to be sorry, I’ve been in a really bad mood for a while and haven’t been the easiest to be around, so I’m sorry,” you told him and pulled away a bit.

“I guess we both haven’t been the best friends have we?” he asked and you chuckled softly. “I guess you’re right, now before it gets even colder, let’s go talk in the common room ok?” you asked and he nodded. “C’mon then,” he said and held his arm out to you once again. You took it as you walked through the portrait hole.

You did as you used to do, and snuck him up to your dormitory. You sat down on your bed and luckily no one else was there. “Alright, now what did you want to talk about?” you asked him as you patted the spot next to you. “It’s about something that Angelina said to me today,” he spoke up and you nodded telling him it was ok to continue. “She told me that you and George were together,” he got out. Your face scrunched into one of utter confusion. “Where in the world did she get that absurd idea?” you questioned in astonishment.

“She said she saw you and George on the way to class this morning, he kissed your head and you both said I love you. She assumed you were together,” he told you and you scoffed and shook your head. “You don’t honestly believe her do you?” you asked him.

“I don’t know, you guys can be pretty affectionate sometimes,” he kind of trailed off. “What? I’m affectionate with you too, and I’d say even more so than with George,” you spoke in a huff. He looked at you and tried to hide a grin, “That’s true isn’t it?” he asked and you immediately nodded. “I’ve been asked by both of our mums if we were together, and have had to assure them every time that we were just friends.” You told him with a laugh. “Mum’s asked me as well,” He said and you chuckled. “So, just to clarify, your brother and I are not together,” you told him and he nodded. “Right, good, that eased my conscious,” he said and you smiled. He felt a weight lift off of him and he could breathe again. He had no idea why it weighed on him so harshly, but he knew that you were doing something to him. Something he never noticed before.

You walked down the stairs with Fred behind you. You tried not to laugh as he nudged you forward. When you got to the bottom step you both split up. You went straight to George and he went to Angelina.

“I guess you’ll have to break the news to poor George that you aren’t together,” he said and you laughed. “Sure, and you’ll have to break the news to Angelina that she was sorely mistaken,” you joked back. “Together?” he asked and you chuckled but nodded. “Together,”

He walked up to her and smiled, “You might want to watch this,” he said with a smile and pointed over to where you stood in front of George.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “Just watch,” he said and they went silent.

“George, I know this may hurt, but I need to tell you something,” you spoke loud enough for most people to hear. He looked at you with worry in his eyes. “What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked and stood up. “I hope you know that I love you, I really do,” you said and made tears come to your eyes as your bottom lip wobbled. He reached out to grab your hands and pull you away from everyone. “What’s going on?” he asked and moved a piece of hair from your face. “I’m sorry but we aren’t together, we never have been, and I’m sorry to break it to you this way, but I just needed you to know the truth,” You told him with a shaky sigh.

He looked at you with utter confusion, “What do you mean (y/n)? I know we’ve never been together, where is any of this coming from?” he asked and shook his head. “I just wanted you to know that I’ll always love you but just as a friend alright?” you asked and took his face in your hands. He held your wrists, “Ok, well I love you too just as a friend,” he said and you quickly pulled him into a hug. He hugged you back just as tightly. “What’s going on?” he whispered. “Angelina thought we were together, so I thought I'd give a bit of a show,” you whispered back and he chuckled. “Of course, you did,” he said and smiled down at you. “So, friends?” you asked. “Friends,” he said and kissed your head just like he had done earlier.

Angelina looked at Fred with wide eyes, “Are you kidding me?” she asked and Fred let out a laugh. “This is how you tell me I’m wrong?” she questioned in slight annoyance. “We had to tell you somehow,” you walked over to them. “You could have just told me,” she said. “What’s the fun in that?” you asked and she rolled her eyes. “You guys are the worst I swear,” she said and you chuckled. “Right, but you’re still my date though?” he asked her. And your heart hurt a bit. “I am still your date,” she assured him and he smiled. “By the way (y/n), who’s your date if you’re not going with George?” she asked you curiously. You sighed heavily. “Alexander Gray,” you spoke softly but she caught it. Her eyes widened, “What? Why?” she questioned. “He asked me so I said yes,” you told her. ‘You could’ve said no,” she told you. “I know, but I didn’t, and I just have to live with that now,” you said and sighed before walking away. “Is she ok?” Angelina asked Fred. “I think she’s just upset about it,” he told her and said goodbye before following in your footsteps.

“(y/n), are you ok?” he asked when he reached you. “Yeah, I’m ok, just a bit embarrassed is all,” you said and shrugged. “Don’t be, we’ve all made mistakes before, just maybe none as bad as this,” he joked and you sighed before swatting his arm. ‘Ok, Ok, I’m sorry,” he said, and you ended up chuckling. “I just hope he doesn’t try anything,” you said. “Don’t worry he won’t and if he does I’ll be there ok,” he told you and you smiled at him. “Thanks, Freddie,” you expressed your gratitude for your friend.

“I think I’m going to head to bed, love you, Fred,” you said and kissed his head as you stood up to leave. “Love you too (y/n),” he replied. You told everyone goodnight and ascended the stairs.

“So you seem to be on good terms with her again,” George said as he walked over to sit with his brother. “Yeah, everything is good,” he said with a content smile. “You look a little too happy right now. Did something happen?” George questioned him. “She said she loves me,” Fred told his brother. “Doesn’t she always say that?” his brother asked him. “Yeah, but it felt a little different this time,” he said with a smile. George smiled knowingly at his brother. Maybe he was starting to realize just how much you meant to him, and how much he meant to you.

The next day came quickly and with it came nerves you never thought you’d have. You didn’t ever imagine yourself being nervous about going to a ball with Alexander Gray because you never imagined going to a ball with him. You saw him and his most recent girl and would cringe. Now you are that most recent girl and still you cringed.

You had started to get ready with your friends, and things were going ok. That is until you saw Angelina. She looked even more beautiful than she normally did. Her hair was up and her dress fit perfectly. She was a vision. You knew that there was no way that Fred wouldn’t fall for her now if he hadn’t already. You looked at her and sighed before looking at yourself and sighing again. Hermione noticed that and walked over to you.

“You look beautiful too, did you know that?” she asked and you smiled softly at her. “Thanks, Hermione, you do too,” you said. “Why don’t we finish your makeup and get down there?” she asked and you nodded your head. “Alright, I can do that,” you said and turned back to the mirror. Hermione stayed seated next to you making small talk as you finished the last details of your makeup.

You got done and turned to look at your friend. “Any fixes?” you asked her and she turned your face to the light. “No, it’s perfect,” she told you and smiled. “I’m ready if you are,” you told her and she smiled. You took one last glance in the mirror and tried to put on the best smile you could muster.

You walked down the stairs in your beautiful baby blue dress. Closely resembling a ball gown, layers of tulle, and perfectly fitted at the waist. The sleeves hung perfectly off of your shoulders, and your hair lay just right over them. Fred turned to the stairs just as you stepped off the last one. His eyes went wide, and he swore the world stopped spinning.

The second Fred stopped talking everyone looked at him and followed his stare.

There you were, to him the most beautiful girl in the castle. It seemed like for a moment they might all say the same.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you and you looked up. Noticing Fred looking at you like you were the only one in the room felt like a dream, you didn’t expect that, honestly, you didn’t expect anyone to look at you like they were. Angelina spoke first.

“(y/n), you look beautiful,” she said and walked over to give you a hug. You blushed softly and smiled. “So do you, and you Alicia you look lovely as well,” you said and smiled over at her.

You walked over to join them all and George quickly wrapped an arm around you and smiled down at you. “Lovely as ever (y/n),” he said and you smiled at him. “Dashing Georgie,” you said and reached up to pinch his cheek teasingly. He swatted your hand away and chuckled. You looked over at Fred and he had a bright smile on his face. “You look beautiful, love,” he said and walked over to you to give you a spin. You chuckled as you twirled around once. Angelina looked at the scene in front of her, and suddenly a knowingness came over her. She could see the look on your faces, you weren’t just friends and you could never be just friends. She knew that now. She smiled at the scene in front of her and let it play out. George smiled too, he knew that if something didn’t happen that night, in due time it would.

Fred smiled at the blush on your cheeks and couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat at the sight of you smiling so fondly back at him.

“Should we all get going then?” Alicia asked and you finally broke your gaze from his. “Um, yeah of course, Alexander should be waiting for me by now,” you said and your smile faltered a bit at the thought.

“You’ll be fine, trust me,” Fred spoke to you and gave you a soft nudge forward. You nodded and made your way out of the common room with everyone.

You stood at the top of the stairs and looked at everyone just waiting to see Alexander waiting for you. But he was nowhere to be seen. Everyone stood there and waited for a while with you but eventually, you just told them to go in and that you would wait for a little while longer. Fred gave you an unsure glance but you just nodded at him telling him that it was ok. He squeezed your hand before he left, and George tossed you an encouraging smile.

You stood there waiting for you don’t know how long. You had heard the songs change and by the third song, you knew he wasn’t coming. You could feel tears form in your eyes as you sat on the step. Too embarrassed to enter alone, you didn’t even want to know where he may be. He’s probably in there with another girl, or he just decided that he didn’t want to go with you anymore.

Fred was anxiously waiting to see you walk in but he never did. It had been about 30 minutes and there was no sign of you, it’s like you were just gone. “Is she still not here?” George asked him. “No, she’s not, why is she not here?” he questioned his brother. “I don’t know mate-” Before he could finish Angelina spoke up. “Why don’t you check on her?” she told Fred. Fred looked down at her in uncertainty. “Are you sure?” he asked the girl. “I’m very sure, I think she may need you more than I do right now,” Angelina said and gave him a little shove toward the door.

“I’ll see you guys later,” he said and made his way out to find you.

As he exited the Great Hall he noticed Alexander with another girl. As much as he wanted to punch him, he could do that later. He needed to find you and find you fast.

He came to the stairs expecting to see you but you were gone. You had disappeared from the area and so he ran up the steps in search of you. He didn’t even know when you left, and he was upset that you didn’t come to him.

“(y/n)!” he called for you but got no answer. He ran down the hallways and up the stairs as fast as he could. He didn’t think you would’ve made it to the common room yet but he again didn’t know when you left. He finally got to the portrait and quickly spoke the password. He immediately stopped inside and heard muffled crying. His heart dropped at the sound knowing that it had to be you.

He scanned the room and noticed you sitting by the fire with your head in your hands. His heart just kept breaking at the thought of you being hurt. He slowly made his way over to you.

“(y/n),” he quietly called and your cries suddenly stopped. He noticed you trying to wipe your tears away as best as possible. “Oh, hi Freddie. What are you doing back so early?” you asked as you turned to smile at him. He could feel his chest get tight, seeing the mascara smudged around your eyes he gave you a sad smile before sitting next to you.

“You never came in,” he said softly and reached over to take your hand in his.

“Oh, yeah he uh- he didn��t show up, so I just thought it best that I came back,” you told him and he could tell you were trying not to cry again. Your bottom lip was wobbling and your eyes were glassy. “You could’ve come to me,” he said and placed his hand on your cheek. At his touch, your tears finally fell and you let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t want- I didn’t want to ruin your night,” you told him as your voice broke. “Oh, love, you wouldn’t have ruined my night,” He said and proceeded to wipe your tears as best as he could. “I was embarrassed, I didn’t want to humiliate myself so I just left,” you admitted to him and he sighed. “Me and Georgie wouldn’t have let you feel that way for long you know that,” he told you and you sadly nodded. “I know it’s silly to cry over someone like him, I just thought that maybe I’d get to have a nice night with someone,” you spoke softly and looked down at your hands. Tears clung to your lashes and spattered onto your cheeks and hands.

“I guess I just wanted that experience,” you said quietly. “You can still have it,” he told you and you looked back up at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked him. “Come to the ball with me,” he said and you looked at him in surprise. “I can’t, I’m a mess, and what about Angelina?” you fretted. “You’re beautiful, and Angelina was the one who told me to leave,” he explained to you. The look of surprise never left your face. “Even so, I can’t go back down there Freddie, not like this,” you told him. He got to his feet “Then stay here and dance with me,” he said and offered you his hand. “Are you sure you’d rather stay here with me?” you questioned him. “I’d rather be anywhere with you,” he told you and you blushed before taking his hand. He smiled at you, and helped you carefully off of the floor, making sure not to step on your dress.

You stood fully and he placed his hands on your waist. You smiled softly up at him and shyly wound your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and slowly began moving along to a song that only you could hear. “Did you know that I think you’re the most beautiful girl in this castle?” he asked you and you blushed even deeper. You shook your head and chuckled, “That’s not true, did you see Angelina and Alicia tonight, Hermione too? Now they’re beautiful,” you said. “Sure, they’re pretty but you, you’re beautiful,” he told you and lifted his hand to move a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re just saying that 'cause you’re my best friend,” you tried to shrug it off. “I’m saying that because it’s true,” he affirmed. You shook your head with a shy smile. “Really?” you questioned. “Really,” he told you with a smile. He let you go to take hold of your hand. You let out an airy giggle as he twirled you a few times before pulling you back in.

“You know, there’s something that just hit me all of a sudden yesterday. I had never realized how much I thought of you, how much I missed you when you weren’t around, and how much I really do love you,” he admitted. You felt your heart stop, and your breath got caught in your throat. “I love you (y/n),” he admitted to you and a feeling of disbelief washed over you. “You love me? You actually love me?” you questioned. He chuckled a bit at your reaction. “I do,” he said.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember,” you confessed. He smiled broadly at you, “I guess I’m a little late to the party then,” he said and you chuckled. “Just a little, I mean your twin knew before you did,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, no need to rub it in,” he said and you smiled at him.

You just stopped and looked at him, really looked at him. His freckles and bright brown eyes, the curve of his lips, and the way he looked so lovingly at you. “I think this is the part where we kiss isn’t it?” he asked softly and you smiled even brighter. “I would think so,” you whispered as he got closer to you.

He stopped for a moment just letting his lips brush yours before fully placing them on yours. You melted at the feeling of his lips pressed against yours, it was even better than you imagined it would be. It wasn’t rushed, it was slow and soft, and it was all the things a first kiss should be.

He gently pulled away from you and smiled at the contentedness on your face. You looked peaceful, and he felt warm at the fact that he could bring that to you. He swore he had never felt that loved in his entire life. “Do you wanna know something?” you asked with a soft smile. “Of course,” he said and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You make me really happy,” you whispered and he smiled broadly. “I would hope so,” he said and you chuckled.

He saw your smile falter a bit, “What’s wrong?” he questioned and placed a hand on your cheek. “What about Angelina? I feel so horrible,” you worried yourself. “Hey, hey, you don’t have to worry about that. It’s not like we’re dating you know. It was just a one-night thing, and I think she’d perfectly understand our situation love,” He told you and stroked your cheek gently. “You think so?” you asked and reached up to grasp his wrist. “I know for sure,” he said.

He got a sudden realization, “wait is that what I did wrong?” he asked and you looked at him in confusion. “What?” you asked. “George said I had hurt your feelings twice, did me asking Angelina hurt your feelings?” he asked with a sly smile. A blush covered your cheeks and you quickly covered your face with your hands. He chuckled, “Aw, love, I’m sorry. If I had realized sooner I would’ve asked you,” he said and gently pried your hands from your face. “Do you forgive me?” he asked and pressed his forehead against yours. “There’s really nothing to forgive, but yes if that makes you feel better,” you smiled shyly at him. “Much better,” he said before leaning forward to kiss you one more time.

“Ugh, took you long enough,” you heard a voice sound from behind you and you pulled away from him. George, Alicia, and Angelina stood there with knowing smiles. “Took you forever to figure it out didn’t it?” Angelina asked while she and Alicia chuckled. “You didn’t figure it out until a few hours ago Ange,” Alicia said and everyone chuckled. “Took you longer than me,” Fred said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Ok, when did this become an attack on me?” Angelina asked and you chuckled. “It’s ok Angelina, I’m sorry if I ruined your night,” you said regretfully. “You didn't ruin anything, I’m just glad that you’re ok,” she said and smiled at you, and you smiled back. “I think we’re all going to turn in for the night, goodnight everyone,” Alicia said and gave a smile and a wave before walking up the stairs followed closely by Angelina. You walked over to George and wrapped him in a hug, “Thanks for caring so much Georgie,” you said and he held you tighter. “I’ll always care,” he said and kissed your head before saying goodnight to you and his brother.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “Do we have to say goodnight?” he asked and nuzzled his nose against your neck. His cheek was warm against your bare shoulder and it made you grin, you almost felt dizzy from disbelief that this was actually happening. “We don’t have to, but I’d rather not stay in this dress all night,” you told him and felt him smile against your shoulder. “You can take it off if you want to, do you need any help?” he asked and you chuckled before swatting his arm. “No, I don’t need any help, but a kiss before I go should speed up the process,” you told him and he turned you around to face him. You smiled toothily and it made him grin. “I’ll meet you back here in ten,” he said and leaned down to kiss you again before letting you go.

You spent the rest of the night with Fred, sharing kisses and laughing. He danced with you and you got dizzy from how much he’d spin you.

The morning came and you made your way down to the Great Hall with Hermione and Ginny. “I’m so happy for you (y/n), it took him ages but he finally sorted it out,” Hermione said and you chuckled. “You’re practically my sister now,” Ginny said, looping her arm through yours. You smiled down at her and squeezed her arm happily.

You entered the Great Hall to see your spot open just as it should be, right next to Fred. You all walked over and took your spots. “Good morning everyone,” you smiled happily.

“Well, good morning to you too darling. Why so chipper?” He asked and turned to you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You, of course,” you told him and he smiled even brighter. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your head. “I love you (y/n),” he told you and you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Freddie,”

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