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mastermindmiko · 6 months

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Paring: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

word count: 2124

Summary: Angelina has been suggesting that you're pregnant, you're sure that she's wrong, but what's the harm in checking? She was right.

Warnings: Pregnancy, the future, ANGST with happy ending. Maybe some errors, I wrote this at 2 am.

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

I've known that something was wrong for two weeks now. I've been feeling sick, and I've missed my period. I've been craving a lot of different foods that I wouldn't usually eat, and my friends have noticed.

Angelina pointed it out to me this morning and that's how we got where we are now. She's holding out not one, not two, but three tests for me to try. I shake me head and look at her incredulously. I chuckle, "No way, Angie."

"Yes way, You might be." Angelina says, waving them in the air. I pace around the room again, and then stop to look at her and say, "Fred and I are always safe."

"Condoms only work most of the time, not always." Angelina says, and I sit on my bed, contemplating the thought. Angelina adds, "You've been craving things, you've been moody, you missed a period!"

"There has to be another explanation. I'm sure. I am sure that I'm not pregnant!" I say, and then Angelina walks from her bed to mine and says, "If you're so sure, then what's the harm in taking these to make sure."

"Fine." I say. I grab them from her hands and hop off the bed. I head to the bathroom and I take the tests. I set them up one by one beside each other perfectly in a straight line, and wait anxiously for the results to appear.

Angie knocks on the door and I open it for her. She looks at the three tests and stands beside me. I nibble on my fingers, anxiously. Angelina opens her mouth to say something and I shush her loudly. She says, "What? Am I gonna scare them by talking?!"

I, once again, shush her loudly. She huffs and folds her arms over her chest. I stare at the tests then at the watch over my wrist, thinking, why the hell is time moving so slow? As the time is about to finish, I start to pace around the room, then shuffle on my feet. Angelina says, "You can hold my hand if you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" I shout at her, then after a few second of nibbling at my bottom lip, I grab her hand in mine. I look at the watch, then squeeze Angie's hand, anxiously. In any second, there's either going to be a piece of news that will change not only my life, but my life and Fred's life forever, or I could have spent a lot of unnecessary time worrying.

"I'm sure whatever it is, you'll be fine." Angie says, she already knows that I'm pregnant, she feels it in her gut. I'm too scared to think about it myself because I might get that same feeling in my gut. All the evidence is there, the fatigue, not being able to go through a few classes before heading to the toilets, the nausea. All signs point to yes, but the proof will be in front of us in a few seconds.

My hands start to feel clammy and I need to not be holding anyone's hand right now. I go to sit on the closet toilet seat, and Angie sits on the edge of the tub. She asks, "How are you feeling?"

My throat feels dry, and I rub my hands together before rubbing them on my pants to dry them. I shrug my shoulders, and exhale. I let out a nervous chuckle, then say, "I'm terrified."

"What will everybody think? We've still got a few months left of school." I say, and I start panicking thinking about all the things that can go wrong about getting pregnant. "How can I have my NEWTs while being pregnant?"

I think of the last thing, the thing that's on my mind the most. You don't need to take your NEWTs to have a career anymore, and who cares what people think. My hands start to shake and I cry, "What if Fred leaves me?"

Angelina rushes to my side when she sees me cover my face and start crying. She presses a hand to my back and rubs it soothingly. She says, "Honey, it's going to be fine. I'm sure everything will work out to what's best, really. You can choose not to keep it, or put it up for adoption, maybe. Besides, you'll always have me."

I lift my hands from my palms and see her giving me a nervous smile herself. I smile back at her gratefully, and wrap my arms around her. From behind her back, I notice that one of the tests has changed. I trample her on my way, reaching it. I place my other hand over my mouth as I notice the two stripes.

I look at the others and they all have the same result. The two stripes. All the tests are positive. I gasp, and purse my lips. Angelina doesn't say anything and still rubs my back reassuringly. I put the tests back beside the sink and wash my hands. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.

"What are you going to do?" Angelina asks, cautiously. I sit back down on the toilet seat and she crouches in front of me. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. I reply, "I have no idea."

"Darling?"

I hear Fred's voice say, and my eyes widen as much as they can. Angelina stands up immediately. I push her near the door, and whisper, "Go tell him I'm sick, or busy, anything like that. I can't talk to him right now, I can't!"

Angelina walks out of the bathroom, and I press my hear against the door, hoping to hear the conversation. Fred says, "Hi, Captain."

"She's busy right now, Weasley. She can't talk." Angelina says, in a steady voice, even though I know she's nervous. I can just picture Fred's face morph into confusion and then he says, "Why?"

"Is she in there?" Fred asks, I hear his footsteps coming towards the door, and I feel my blood run cold. He knocks on the door, and he says, "Darling? Are you in there?"

"Yes."

"What's going on? Is something wrong?" Fred asks, and I feel the urge to say, yes somethings wrong, something is very very wrong. I stutter, "No, everything's fine, Fred."

"You don't sound alright. Can I come in?" Fred asks, and I hear both Angelina and I shout, quickly, "NO!"

I hear Fred chuckle, but not his normal type of chuckle. He leans on the door, I know by the sound of the small thud against the door. Fred says, "What can Angelina see that I can't? I've already seen all of you."

That's the problem. I look down to the door handle and notice that there's no locks. I curse and it makes Fred say, "Love, I really need to see you, you're worrying me like crazy here."

I run to the counter, grab the tests and shove them into the trash bin. I let the toilet paper roll drop down hastily to hide them. I hear the door open, and I turn around to stand to face him. He looks worried, and I press my lips together. I give him an unconvincing smile.

"You look a little pale." Fred notes, he then steps closer to me, and leans closer. He adds, "You're sweating like crazy too."

"It's hot."

"It's November." Fred says, then grabs my hand. He leads me out of the room. I try to stop, but he's walking determined. I ask, "Where are we going?"

"To Madame Pomfrey, she's gonna have a full check up on you." Fred says, and I sit down on the floor to not move. If Madame Pomfrey does a check up, she'll no doubt find out that I'm pregnant. Fred stops too and looks behind him. He bends down and picks me up in his arms bridal style. Fred says, "You're going."

He takes me to the hospital wing with Angelina right behind us. Fred puts me on one of the beds, and then he sits down beside me, holding my hand, tightly. Madame Pomfrey comes to check up on me, she does scans and spells and everything. I wait until my secret is out to Fred. I don't think I can bare losing him.

Madame Pomfrey walks in with a paper, holding the tests' results. She walks over to us and then looks at the paper. Her eyes widen and I look at her desperately, hoping that she would lie for me. She clears her throat, and looks at Fred with a smile. She says, "Your girlfriend is completely fine."

"Just a little exam stress, you should make sure that she relaxes, and eats well." She continues, and I know a part of that advice is pregnancy related. She says, "Off you go then, Miss Johnson, if you could just stay for a second."

~~~

I couldn't tell Fred, and I couldn't look at him without feeling a nasty feeling gnawing at me, so my solution was to not be around Fred. I saw him at meals and during classes, but I never stuck around to see him after. This went on for a month, and I was already two months along. I was glad I wasn't showing.

I had decided to keep the baby, even when I don't know what's going to happen between me and Fred. Angelina has been the greatest help ever since Madame Pomfrey gave her my papers when I left with Fred the day I found out. She's been reading books, and making sure I'm eating right and everything. She supports me, the one thing she doesn't support me in is not telling Fred for this long.

"Is today the day?" She asks as we head down to breakfast. I've grown tired of the question. I shrug my shoulders, and give her the usual reply, "Maybe."

I don't get to go to breakfast because George walks out furiously and towers over me. He doesn't look at Angelina while he says, "If you could excuse us captain, I need to talk to my brother's girlfriend."

Angelina prepares a reply before I lift up a hand and say, "It's alright, Angie."

She hesitates before going into the Great Hall. George talks a few steps till we're out of the entrance of the hall. He glares at me and as soon as I lean against the wall, he starts the ramble, "I know I'm not supposed to interfere because this isn't my relationship, but you've been avoiding Fred for a while now, and he knows. He's been strong, but you're hurting him. He cried yesterday because he doesn't want you to break up with him, so that's where I draw the line-"

"George, I'm pregnant." I shot out, and he stands transfixed with his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He doesn't say anything so I grow more nervous. He stutters before spewing, "Is it Fred's?"

"Yes, of course, it's Fred's. What kind of woman do you take me for?!" I shout, furiously. Did he honestly think I would cheat on Fred? We've been dating for a while, If I would've cheated, I would've done it by now. George rubs the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry, why haven't you told Fred?"

"I'm scared." I say, and look down at the floor. I bite the insides of my cheeks, and George nods his head understandingly. George knows what Fred would do, they're twins and they have this special ability to know what the other will do. George says, "I'm sure Fred will do what's right."

But what would Fred find right, that sort of thing is relative from one person to the other. He could leave, maybe that's what is right for him. I nod my head at George's words even though it doesn't soothe me. George asks, "How long have you known?"

"A month."

"A month!" George repeats, louder. He looks around to make sure no one heard him, even though it would be hard to know what the conversation is about from that word alone. George asks, "How far along are you?"

"Two months."

"Two months!"

"George, we're really getting nowhere like this." I say after rolling my eyes. George stares at the floor deep in shock. He asks, what I hope is the final question, "Are you keeping it?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's my niece or nephew in there. Cool." George says, and I smack his arm, even though it relieves me a bit to find out that this is George's reaction, maybe Fred's will be the same. George clears his throat then says, "I really think you should tell him, soon."

I nod my head at his words, and he puts a hand on my shoulder before saying, "Whatever Fred does I want you know that I can help, it'll be awkward if Fred decides to be an idiot, but I'll be there for you, and either George the second, or Georgina."

"Thank you, George. I'm ignoring you naming my kid by the way." I chuckle at the end, and he smiles back at me. George says, "He's in the dorm, if you want to talk to him."

I nod at his words and then he leaves to go to breakfast. I'm going to tell Fred, now. I march over to the common room, and then to his dorm, trying not to overthink it, and trying to get as much out of this new confidence. I open the door to his dorm, and Fred's standing in the middle.

"Hi."

"Hey." Fred says, and I look at him. All the confidence flies out the window in a second. I feel my breath hitch. I stutter out, "There's something I need to tell you."

Fred nods his head, but keeps standing where he is. I sit on his bed that I know so well, and the place where this all happened. I take in a deep breath, in and out, and a couple more times. Fred stays patient I loved that about him, he wouldn't appear to be the kind of person who would be patient, but he always is with me.

He watches me attentively, and I take in the last deep breath. I remind myself that I can do it, and even if Fred doesn't want to stay, I can raise my kid on my own with Angie and George. Here goes nothing. I shot out, "I'm pregnant."

He doesn't say anything for a bit and his facial expressions don't change. I consider repeating it again because he might not have heard me, but then his eyes widen, and his mouth hangs wide. Same reaction as George, just much more dramatic.

I feel my heart racing in anticipation, I pray that the shock subsides and his reaction gives me any input on how he's feeling. He stands up straighter, and fixes his expression to neutral. I straighten my back, ready for an answer. He doesn't give me one, instead his eyes keep flickering from my eyes to my stomach over and over again.

I place a protective hand over my stomach, and I find the wait unbearable. I wait, wishing he would just do something. The more his mouth stays closed, the more hope I lose. I feel my eyes water, and my stomach sink. I let out a bitter chuckle then say, "Could you at least say anything?"

It takes him a second, but he does say something. He says it so low that I barely even hear it. He mutters, "Shit."

He turns around and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as it closes, I start sobbing. I guess George was wrong, Fred didn't end up doing the right thing.

~~~

"I still can't believe that jerk!" Angelina shouts, as she folds her clothes, folding them into her suitcase. I don't bother doing the same with my clothes. I'm staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year. I sigh, "I really don't want to think about it Angie."

"Sorry." She says, and I find myself staring at the ceiling again. It's been like this for two days. All I've done was sob, this is the first day that I wasn't a mess. George tried to see me, but I couldn't talk to him, not when he looks so much like Fred. It's unfair to him, I know, but I can't bring myself to care.

There's a knock on the door, and I assume it's one of my roommates, coming to get her things. Instead, Fred walks in. I see him before Angelina does, but as soon as she sees him, she starts, "You! Get out!"

She goes to him and starts to push him out the door, but he places his feet firmly on the ground, and holds Angelina off. Fred says, eyes looking straight at me, "Please, I want to talk."

"It's fine, Angie." I sigh, and she looks at me with bewilderment and then glares at Fred. She steps out of the room while Fred steps inside. She closes the door behind her, and Fred looks at me.

Fred looks around the room, and his eyes land at the only, still messy nightstand, mine. He clears his throat, but says nothing. I grow agitated, I sneer, "If you're not going to say anything, just leave."

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I don't know why I left. I'm an idiot. I can't imagine how you must've felt. I am so so sorry." Fred says, rushing over towards me. He sits on the bed beside me, and takes both my hands in his. I feel my eyes water, and I look down. He takes my chin in his hands, and makes me look into his eyes. He continues, "I was so worried. I haven't turned eighteen, and I was so scared that I wouldn't be a good dad. I don't have a job. I want to open a joke shop, who knows how much money that'll make, and I-"

He chokes up, and he wraps his arms around me. I hug him back just as tightly. A few tears slip from my eyes, and I squeeze him harder. I missed him so much. Fred says, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you...either of you."

And just like that I'm sobbing. I blame the hormones a hundred percent. I mumble, "I love you too, Fred."

I'm sure I've ruined his sweater with my tears, but I can't bring myself to move an inch away from him. Fred wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes me, affectionately. He freezes and pushes me away from him by my shoulders. He panics, "Did I just squeeze baby?"

"I'm actually not sure." I reply, and I place a hand on my stomach. I shrug my shoulder and say, "I feel fine, so I guess not?"

"Come with me for Christmas." Fred suggests, and I feel stressed out by the idea. I haven't told anyone besides George and Angelina, so by the time that break is over I'll definitely be showing. Fred adds, "Only if you want to of course, I just don't want to miss you."

"Sure." I say, and Fred beams. He hugs me again, this time less tightly, making sure not to squeeze the baby. He starts tearing up himself, and I find peace in his arms. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life like this, especially with a tiny set of arms joining the hug.

an: I'm thinking of writing like a tiny little one shot on how Fred would be with like Pregnant reader, but I'm not sure

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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"I didn't hear a single word you said" - Freddie x Ravenclaw!Reader first kiss

Better hurry Weasley

Fred Weasley x fem! ravenclaw! reader

Summary: Fred runs, quite literally, into a prefect whist escaping flitch, but it turns out rather different than he first imagined

Warnings: swearing, kinda strangers to lovers, first kiss, fluff

A/n: 0.6k words, hope you enjoy xx

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Fred was sprinting down the corridor. This wasn’t new, in fact most would say it was weird if there wasn’t at least one redhead running away from the scene of a crime at a given moment. Still, he damned his twin for managing to dip behind a tapestry before he could, but being the good brother he was, he continued running

He reached the intersection of two corridors, dipping quickly into the one leading off but as he rounded it he crashed directly into someone, sending them to the floor

“What the…” Fred panics, worried it was a professor but his worry soon shifts to concern as he sees it’s you, whining on the floor in pain “Shit, I’m so sorry” he kneels down, averting his eyes briefly as you fixed your flipped skirt

He knew you but not as well as he wished and therefore didn’t know if you would turn him in. He figured you most likely would and he wouldn't blame you, it was your job as a prefect after all, and a ravenclaw one at that, considering how Roger treated him last time

“It’s okay” you finally look up at him, gifting him a shy smile as he stands, holding his hands out to help you “Thank you” you accept them, letting him pull you to your feet

“So. How many points is that?” he chuckles “Gotta be more considering I almost obliterated you” he jokes but you just look a little confused

“Huh?” you shake your head, honest to merlin forgetting you’re a prefect as you get a little lost in the elder Weasleys soft eyes and contagious smile

“You forgetting that little blue badge love?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking as he nodded to it

Your eyes follow, face hot as you realise. Your realisation more than cute to the ginger before you

“Why were you running?” you ask, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth

Fred’s eyes are locked onto them for a moment longer than they should have been before he answers, eyes returning to your eyes “Got caught setting up a prank by Mrs Morris and now I’m running away from her master” he flashes a stunning smile afterward

You let out a little smile too, but then you hear Flitch’s voice distantly down the corridor as the man must be finally catching up “You better start running again then” you state shocking him

“What?” he looks at you confused before it sinks into an awe filled smile “You’re letting me go?”

You nod “Better hurry Weasley” you say smiling, hands moving behind your back as you lift your head proudly, rocking on your toes

“I won’t forget this” he winks, dipping down with the intention of kissing your cheek “Thank…you” but then your face moves and your lips meet for a brief moment

He looks for your reaction, cringing that he may have ruined the moment but then he sees your just staring as his lips, tongue darting out to wet your own as your eyes lift to his. He dips down again before he can think, kissing you properly and cupping your cheek, you don’t move but your body relaxes and melts into it

“WEASLEY!” Flitch’s screech is what pulls you apart

You're beyond flustered as Fred pulls back to peak around the corner “Sorry lovely” he apologises as he turns back “Gotta run but before I do” he grins “Hogsmeade this Saturday?”

You're about to say yes when you remember “Fred there's no trip this weekend?” you say, and his eyes flash with something you can't decipher as you say his name

“You trust me?” he asks and you nod right away “Good” he steals another kiss before jogging backwards “I’ll see you outside your tower at 10” he calls, giving you a wave as he starts running off once more, leaving you in a happy shock as your fingers glazed over your lips

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

A Dare or a Set-up

If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties.

Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could.

The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.

It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them.

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment.

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?”

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?”

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.”

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter.

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly.

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.”

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand.

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?”

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?”

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The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights.

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights.

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her.

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

“Fred.” You said, giving the Gryffindor a smile.

“Y/N.” He countered, smile still not leaving his lips.

“So, how’re you liking the party?” He asked.

You smiled, “It’s amazing! I knew you threw great parties but I didn’t know you could do all this.”

“Well, George and I do love a challenge.” Fred said.

Taking another look around, you nodded, “Looks like you and George really gave it your all.”

Before anything else could be said, you heard Y/B/F/N call out your names.

“Fred! Y/N! C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare.”

—

That’s how the two of you ended up in a circle with the rest of your friends, an enchanted bottle in the middle.

Truth or Dare was just a harmless muggle teenage game, right? Nothing could absolutely go wrong with this.

How wrong you were with that notion.

The bottle spun around the circle before coming to a stop, pointing towards Y/B/F/N.

A girl you didn’t recognize gave your best friend a smile, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Y/B/F/N answered confidently.

“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the person you fancy?” The girl asked.

Y/B/F/N’s cheeks quickly turned pink at the question, “I’d rather not say.”

The girl nudged a shot glass towards her and Y/B/F/N downed it in one gulp.

The bottle was spun twice more, landing on Angelina then a guy from Hufflepuff and this time, it landed directly on Fred.

George his twin a toothy grin, “What’s it going to be, Freddie?”

The older twin grew silent for a moment, before saying, “Dare.”

No surprise in that.

George’s grin even wider, “I dare you…to kiss the prettiest girl in this circle.”

You felt the heat growing in your cheeks as Fred glanced at you.

The ginger stood up, gaze still fixated on you as he went through with the dare.

Next thing you knew, he was kneeling right in front of you.

“Can I?” He asked, voice merely above a whisper.

It was as if your brain had malfunctioned as you could voice out the answer, only managing to nod.

His lips were pressed against you, cheers echoing within the circle you were sitting in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the affection with the same vigor.

No words were exchanged, only the two of you smiling at each other like the most lovesick idiots (which you were).

Y/B/F/N suddenly clapped her hands together, startling the two of you, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone now, our work here is done.”

“This was a set-up?” You and Fred asked at the same time.

“What else did you think it was?” George chuckled.

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peeves-gurl · 8 months

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Thighs

Fred Weasley × BigThigh! Female

i literally have no idea where this is coming from after a year of writing nothing.

Summary: She hates her thighs, but her boyfriend loves them, and he wants to make sure she knows.

Warnings: established relationship, self hate, body dismorphia, lots of fluff, pet names (sweetheart/baby/darling/ love), mention of pregnancy, 18+ MDNI!!

FEMALE CHARACTER HAS NO NAME, AND NO SPECIFIC SKIN/EYE/HAIR COLOUR (partly because i couldn't make my brain come up with so many details😭)

smut: oral fem recieving, thigh fucking, face sitting, unprotected p in v, praise, body worship, hickeys? idk

She looked at herself in the mirror, light makeup highlighting her features beautifully. The thin straps of the sundress hanging across her shoulders, the top resting just above her bust, not exposing much, but not showing anything either. The fabric was a light powder blue with tiny flowers along its length, and it hugged her figure perfectly. It was the perfect summer dress, upto her mid thigh.

She looked alright in her opinion, good even, but for her thighs. They were too thick, with too many stretch marks. The cellulite was dimpled and heavy, and jiggled with each movement of hers, and it truly disgusted her with herself. She was okay with her body, and honestly thought she was attractive when she was dressed well, like today, but her thighs were always the problem.

Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she flung open the door of her wardrobe that she shared with Fred, and picked out a different dress. It was a pale pink one, loose and long, and extended beyond her knees, hiding her biggest insecurity. Still slightly grumpy, she completed the finishing touches to her look, when she heard her boyfriend's voice from the door.

"You ready love?" Fred called out, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah. All done." She smiled, grabbing her purse and slipping on her sandals, before walking towards the handsome man. He was dressed in a white tank top vest and blue jeans, and a blue and white floral shirt wrapped around his broad shoulders, completing the summery look.

Fred held out his hand to her, and she delicately placed her much smaller one into his, and he gently pulled her closer to himself. Placing a tender kiss on his lips, she smiled up at him, admiring his beautiful eyes and perfect freckles and his signature Weasley hair that she loved so much.

Fred's eyes trailed down her body in admiration, before he turned back to meet her eyes with a puzzled look.

"You didn't wear that dress?" He asked sincerely, hoping to finally see her in it since she had been so happy buying it weeks ago.

"Not in the mood." She lied, and he nodded convincingly, though he was anything but convinced by her answer.

"Gorgeous, never the less," he said, complimenting her as he always did.

"You more," she smiled, kissing his cheek.

Since buying the dress, it was the only thing that she had talked about. She gushed over how her bag and sandals went perfectly with it, and how she'd style her hair whenever she'd get the chance to wear it. And now, she stood there, wearing something else, and Fred was sure there was more to it than she was showing.

They hurriedly locked their place and apparated to their destination, Lee Jordan's housewarming party. It was just a close knit celebration that he and his girlfriend, Andrea, were hosting together, since moving into their first appartment in London.

She blended quickly among the known faces, smiling and chatting with all their old friends and then joining Andrea and Angelina in a small tour of the appartment. The entire party then ended up in the living room, and she, along with Fred, George and Angelina hopped around their circle, enjoying the little reunion they were having with the entire gang from Hogwarts.

Fred couldn't help but look at her. He always thought her to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and himself to be the luckiest man in the world, to be able to call her his girlfriend. He loved looking at her hair, her soft makeup and her smile, but today it wasn't as big as it always was, and he knew it wasn't as real, and it physically hurt him to not know the reason for it. He was sure it had something to do with her dress, because every time someone complimented her tonight, there seemed to be a bit of hesitation before she uttered her usual 'thank you'.

She'd been saving it up for some 'special occasion', and as soon as Lee had called to extend an invitation to the party, she had been delighted at the idea of getting to wear it the way she had wanted. Fred was happy that she was happy, and now she wasn't, and he didn't know why.

It was nearly midnight when the party ended, and Fred and George finally bid goodbye, ready with their plan to spend the next day together at their shop, as per usual. She hugged Angelina, and then got hold of Fred's hand and apparated them back to their front door. Fred unlocked it and hung the keys in their spot as she headed back to their room to change into her pajamas. The feeling of her thighs touching each other under the dress made her want to throw up. She felt disgusting in her body and she just wanted to cover herself from head to toe and bury herself quietly into the blankets.

Her expression must have given it away, because Fred walked into the room right as she took out her pajamas.

"Hey," whisper into her ear, kissing her neck softly, and his hands circled her waist. "Don't change just yet, love. I haven't had the chance to admire you properly tonight."

"The dress is a bit uncomfortable", she replied, trying to stop her voice from breaking.

"Just a few minutes, please?" He requested, and she complied, twisting around in his arms to finally face him. His eyes were so full of love for her that it nearly made her cry, and when he leaned down to press his lips to hers, a stray tear managed to find its way down her cheek.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked, gently wiping the tear away.

"Nothing, just tired," she lied.

"Why didn't you wear that dress today?" He asked again, and she repeated her previous answer of not being in the mood to wear it.

"Don't lie to me," he condemned softly, and she knew she was caught. "Tell me love, why didn't you wear it?"

The singular tear that had made its way out of her eyes was now followed by many more, and before she knew, she was a sobbing mess in front of her boyfriend. Fred pulled her into himself and comforted her, his hands gliding over her back and just letting her know that he was there, and he would be there forever.

When she had finally calmed down, Fred gently guided her over to their bed, and sat down, as she stood before him with puffy and swollen eyes. He slowly pulled her onto himself, making her straddle his lap and resting his hands across her back.

"What's the matter Princess?" he coaxed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's something about that dress isn't it?"

She breathed in deeply, contemplating weather she should tell him or not. Of course she can tell him, he's Freddie, her Freddie, and he'd always understand.

"Ihatemythighs" she blurted out in a single breath, only to find Fred looking down at her, amused.

"Try saying that slower baby? I'm not that smart," he joked, earning a small smile.

"I hate my thighs," she said finally. "They're fat and ugly and they move around a lot, and that dress reveals them too much."

"Don't say that darling!" Fred said seriously, upset over what she'd just said about herself. "I've seen you try that dress on and you looked gorgeous!"

"Those trial room lights make everything look good, but I look horrid in that dress." She said.

"Do not say that about yourself," Fred scolded. "You're the most beautiful woman I've seen, with the most beautiful body and the most beautiful thighs. I won't hear anyone talk like that about you, even if you're the one saying it."

"You'd obviously say that, you're my boyfriend," she reasoned.

"I'm not lying sweetheart, I swear. You don't have to be insecure about anything." He said, only to be matched with a blank look from her.

"You don't believe me." He stated in disappointment, settling his hands over her thighs, through her dress, his fingers steadily moving towards the hem. "Can I?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable. She took a deep breath before nodding, allowing him to flip it up and run his fingers on the smooth skin.

"I love you. Every thing about you is perfect. You've got the most beautiful face, and I can't stop looking at it. Your eyes, your lips, your cute button nose," he said, leaning in to peck it. "I love your hair, and you look gorgeous when you leave it down. I love your neck, and that tiny freckle on your collarbone." He buried his nose at the base of her neck, breathing her scent, and nibbling gently.

"I love your boobs, and I can't stop thinking about them when you're not around, and your bum too," he smiled cheekily as his hands trailed up her thighs to gently squeeze her ass, and then returned to their previous place. "I love your arms, the way they wrap around my neck when I kiss you. And those damn hands, those fingers, could very well be the death of me." He smiled, kissing her exposed shoulder, and then her upper arm a few times.

"And your stomach is so soft darling. I love just looking at it, thinking if someday you'd let me put a baby in there?" He smiled, earning back a smile and a nod from her. "Your pussy, baby. I'm not even going to say anything, because you know she's better than drugs. And I love your legs, especially when you show them off in pretty skirts and dresses. I love it when you wrap them around me and pull me closer when I make love to you."

"So pretty," he whispered, caressing her thighs, barely audible. "Such beautiful thighs baby, so soft. I want to bury myself into them right fucking now."

"Freddie, please" she whispered back, not even sure what she was pleading for.

"Can I baby? Please?" He said, running his fingers over the smooth skin, and she nodded without thinking.

Fred's arms looped around her back, holding her tight to himself as he stood up and turned them around. He gently lay her down on the bed and got on between her legs. Leaning down to kiss her deeply, he whispered praises to her, making her feel so loved.

He kissed her neck and collarbone, leaving a few stray hickeys, and then pushed the straps of her dress aside to show the same love to her shoulders. Looking up at her for confirmation, he slipped her dress off her body and tossed it away in the room.

She was there now, in nothing but a pair of panties, and she could feel her usual confidence seep back into her body. She reached for Fred and pulled him back in, kissing him passionately and lovingly. Her hands fisted his shirt and pulled it off him, soon followed by his tank top vest, leaving his torso as bare as hers.

"Hmm that's how I like it," he encouraged into the kiss. Soon enough, he moved to her breasts, biting and sucking, and the room was filled with her moans. He kissed his way down to her panties, and she lifted her hips to let him pull them down. He placed her legs over his shoulders, and she shut her eyes in anticipation.

Instead of going right to her clit, he began to kiss and caress her thighs. "They're so pretty sweetheart. Why would you ever dislike them?" He whispered, teasing the skin with his teeth. He licked up the length of her left thigh, but stopped short of where she needed him. He began to suck and nibble the flesh there, drawing moan after moan from her throat. Soon enough, he was repeating his actions on her right thigh, and she was getting hornier by the minute.

Finally, his tongue reached where she wanted, and her eyes rolled back into her head at the feeling. Her fingers found themselves intertwined in his hair, pulling and tugging each time he did something more pleasurable than he'd done previously. Her walls had began to clench around nothing, and the pleasure she felt was too much to hold back. She was so close to her climax, moaning Fred's name, at the edge of bursting, when Fred stopped his actions and pulled away. Groaning, she sat up to face him, as he smiled through his slick covered lips.

"Sit on my face," he demanded with a grin.

"What? No." She said breathlessly.

"Please baby, it's not something that we haven't done before," he reasoned.

"But my thighs are really big and you..."

"No buts, come on!" He said, lying flat on his back, waiting for her to climb onto him.

Still not very sure of the idea, she positioned herself, but didn't put any weight on him, choosing to hover over his face instead. A blush crept up her neck and made its way to her face at being so spread out in front of him.

Fred smiled and licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit, and her head hung back at the feeling, as he picked up right where he had left off. Seeing her pleasure, his hands caressed her ass, before he pulled her onto himself entirely. He moaned at the feeling of being between her thighs, and began eating her out with even more enthusiasm than before.

She was so lost in her pleasure that she forgot her insecurity and began grinding down his face once his tongue entered her, and her moans were reciprocated with his own. She was coming in mere minutes, and it was probably the one of the best orgasms she'd had.

As she came down from her high, she shifted back from his face, sitting on Fred's chest now. His eyes were drowsy and his face was covered in her slick, as he smiled up at her. She immediately felt something hard behind herself and instantly reached her hand out, unzipping his jeans and letting her hand slide under the waistband of his boxers to reach his dick. Fred groaned in pleasure when her hand brushed against his sensitive tip, and instinctively jerked his hips forward.

"Don't," he grunted, almost sounding pained. "I won't be able to hold it in."

"Then don't hold it in, Freddie." She smiled, leaning down to kiss him, moaning at her own taste all over his mouth. She quickly whispered a soft "I love you," only for him to hear.

"Want to fuck you baby," he said. "Please."

She let go of him at his request, and climbed off him. Her hands busied themselves with getting rid of his jeans and boxers, as he lay on the bed watching her. As soon as he was completely undressed, he sat up, and then proceeded to get off the bed, much to her confusion. He walked over to ger dresser, hurriedly tossing everything off it onto the chair next to it. He came back towards her then, offering his hand to her, and she took it, following him off the bed.

"Going to fuck your thighs today, baby." He declared, "Need you to know how much I love them. Is that okay?"

She nodded, letting him sit on the sturdy wooden table, with his back against the mirror, and stood right between his legs. One of his hands rested on her waist as he finally took his length in the other and guided it to her slit, rubbing it through her wetness and letting his head fall back against the mirror in pleasure. She had enough of his teasing now, so she quickly took matters into her own hands. Her fingers pulled away his own from his dick, and she wrapped her palm around him now. He let her take the lead, both his hands clutching onto her waist, and holding her in place. Spreading her hickey covered thighs a little, she guided his tip through the gap. He thrusted forward in relief, and he brushed perfectly against her clit, giving her just as much pleasure as him. His head now rested on her shoulder, and his moans went straight into her ears, turning her into a complete mess.

It was slow at first, since they had never tried this before, but once the pleasure built up, Fred's thrusts became more confident and sure, until he was close enough for them to become sloppy once more. She was just as close, her clit throbbing with each stroke against it.

"I'm so close baby," he whispered hoarsely. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside Freddie, please!" She replied, barely able to keep her eyes open. He immediately pulled her onto himself and she was straddling his lap now, her hand guiding his tip into her warmth. She sat down as soon as the tip was inside, completely sheathing him, and burying her face into his chest.

"So warm love. So good." He moaned, thrusting up into her mercilessly.

"You're so big Freddie. Could never get used to you," she said back in her state of complete haze. Her walls fluttered around him, and he connected their lips, his tongue intertwined hers as she came hard. Fred followed seconds later, his moans swallowed by her as their lips remained connected, and his warmth coated her insides.

She once again buried herself into his chest as they stilled, her arms in their rightful place around him, and his softening dick still inside her. He held her close to himself, warm breath fanning her back as his head rested on her shoulder.

"Baby?" He whispered after a few moments of silence, and his voice was laced with his usual mischief.

"Hmm?"

"Do you like your thighs yet? If not then I'd love to try again."

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Sleep Tight

Summary: Fred’s too bothered to not do anything when he finds you sleeping on the cold floor

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (no pronouns used!)

WC: 1.2k

CWs: None!

A/N: I think I’m going through my Harry Potter phase AGAIN. So take this little fic I randomly thought of, there’s definitely gonna be more otw lol. Enjoy! <3

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Fred would often lose track of time when he practiced his Quidditch skills, especially when it was winter or summer break and he didn’t have much to do.

Today he joined in playing a few rounds with Ron, Harry, and George after dinner. You and Hermione came out and watched for a little bit, Hermione deciding to go back inside when she got bored, you went inside a little bit after her, when the cold air became too harsh on your skin.

Eventually, Harry, Ron, and George were too tired to play anymore and went inside, Fred stayed outside, continuing to practice his moves.

You were sitting on the couch, watching some old black and white film on the television. You would occasionally look out the window to see Fred on his broomstick, focused on how hard and far he could hit the ball, or how quickly he could dodge something. ———— It was midnight, you were trying to fight away the sleepiness pulling down your eyelids. You gave in when your head began to nod down.

You went upstairs and opened the door that led you into the twins room, George was already dead asleep on his bed, his body in a star position, laying on his stomach with his face smushed into his pillow, and his mouth wide open. Letting out snores here and there.

You grabbed the pillow and blanket you brought with you out of your bag, you set the pillow down and draped your blanket over yourself. You shivered when your arm touched the chilly wooden floor. You should’ve brought a better blanket and chose something warmer to sleep in rather than a t-shirt and shorts.

Yet, somehow you were able to fall asleep with George’s snoring and the cold that was causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. ———— Fred decided he was done for the night when he realized it was nearly 2AM.

He went inside as quietly as possible. He cringed when the door squeaked open and when the wood creaked under his feet going up the stairs.

He entered his shared bedroom and sighed when he saw you sleeping in the middle of the floor with that thin blanket. He knew how uncomfortable sleeping on the floor was from the amount of times where he was supposed to share a bed with George, but ended up being forced to sleep on the floor.

He crept past you, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a loose shirt, sneaking into the bathroom to change. After he came out, setting down his clothes in the laundry basket, he looked at you on the floor again, feeling bad if he let you sleep there.

Guilt would eat him alive if he didn’t get you somewhere more comfortable. He crouched down next to you, sleeping on your side.

“y/n…y/n…” Fred whispered, shaking your shoulder gently. You groaned, still asleep.

“y/n!” He said a little bit louder, shaking you a bit harder. Once again, you groaned, annoyed, moving your shoulder away. At this point he was getting frustrated, he flipped you over and clapped his hands together loudly in front of your face. George’s snoring was interrupted, he grimaced in his sleep, changed his position, and began snoring again.

Finally your eyes began to flutter open and you raised yourself up a tiny bit, resting your elbows on the floor.

“What?” You asked wearily, wiping the small but still embarrassing amount of drool on your face.

“Get in the bed.” He nodded to his bed, you thought you heard him wrong.

“Huh?” You looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight. You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” He assured you.

“What? No, I'm not gonna steal your bed from you, I’ll be okay.”

“And I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor with that tiny bloody blanket sweetheart. You go sleep in my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” He fully sat down next to you, waiting for you to get up and switch spots.

“No! I was able to fall asleep here with no problem, I can do it again. I’m fine.” “Your body won’t be in the morning.” You knew he was right, there’s been other times where you’ve slept over at a friend's house and slept on the hard floor or carpet, and woke up with your torso, or some part of your body aching. Yet, you would ignore it.

“Fine.” You sighed. Fred grinned as you got up, knowing he won this argument as you began to walk tiredly to his bed and climbing in.

Fred took your spot on the floor, laying his head on your pillow and pulling the blanket you had over himself. He let out a small chuckle at how he was too tall for it, due to his feet sticking out at the end of the blanket.

That was soon interrupted by it being pulled off him. He sat up to see you facing towards him, your blanket in your hand.

“Nope, come on.” You dropped the blanket and patted the empty space next to you on the bed.

“What?” He sat up.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor either.” You raised your head at him.

“You’ll be crowded with me sharing the bed!”

“I don’t care about how much space I’ll get, you deserve to be comfortable. Just get in the damn bed.” You turned back on your other side, facing the wall. Fred let out an annoyed groan.

“If you insist, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He slammed himself into the bed, causing you to bounce with the mattress.

“Arsehole.” You elbowed him in the side, Fred chuckled and you tried not to giggle.

“Shhh, you can beat me up in the morning, go to bed.” He whispered.

“Goodnight, arsehole.” You muttered, trying to force back more giggles.

“Sleep tight, y/n.”

Within a few minutes you were knocked out. You flipped over, facing Fred, you dragged yourself closer, wrapped your arms around him and moved your head close to his chest.

Okay, maybe you weren’t fully asleep, but Fred thought you were. You pulled yourself closer to him knowingly. You had a tiny smile on your face, you tried to fight it, forcing it away so Fred couldn’t see.

That’s when you actually fell asleep, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

Fred lifted his head up slowly to try and get a better look at you, he moved a few pieces of hair off your relaxed face. He wrapped his arm around your back gently, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face and the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen laying on his chest while holding him.

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lcisabc23 · 6 months

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Isn't it annoying?

Fred sighed as he lay back on the bed in his and George's shared room, waiting for George to return up the stairs with their food. After a couple of minutes of waiting, Fred sat up and went out of the room to listen down the stairs, he could hear his mother lecturing George. feeling a bit protective of his brother he went downstairs to get into the middle of this. "my brothers would have never been hiding in their room! not spending time with their family!" Their mother screamed at George making George groan "Mum for the last time we are not hiding away, Fred has a headache so we are staying upstairs till it goes away!" he said trying to stay calm knowing if he raised his voice their mother would find more reasons to yell at him. "Gideon would have never talked back to me like that!" she shouted making George groan he was holding the plates of food while trying to hold the cups while he did. Fred watched for a few seconds knowing George was getting overwhelmed "George what is taking so long mate, you trynna kill me?" Fred said rubbing his head and walking over to George grabbing the plates of food while George held the cups. "your brother tells me you have a headache Freddie would you like some potions to help with it, darling?" Molly said changing up her attitude seeing as Fred actually seemed to have a hurting head. "it's fine mum I just wanna relax for a bit" Fred said moving towards the stairs and making sure George was behind him.

The whole way to their room George remained quiet staring at the ground as he sat down on Fred's bed, "why does she always do that" he muttered as he put the cups on the side table beside him. "what compare us to our uncles?" Fred said jokingly as he sat beside George handing him his plate and making George sigh and nod. "isn't it annoying? She keeps comparing us to them we only met them once before they died, they are amazing but it's totally uncool to be compared to them all the time" George said with a groan as he played with his food. Fred nodded along with his younger twin "I know but that's just how mum has always been, remember when she yelled at us for turning Ron's bear into a spider. She went on and on about how they would have never done that to her." Fred said with a chuckle before eyes the way George was playing with his food "Eat George or I'll shove it down your bloody throat" Fred threatened as he ate some of his own food eyeing George who looked at him offendedly. "I will! it's just that mum always makes the stuff I dislike" he said with a groan as he forced himself to eat the food.

"I wish they were still here truth be told," Fred said with a gentle smile making George chuckle and nod, "they were amazing greatest pranksters to ever exist," George said making Fred agree. HOWEVER ON THE OTHER SIDE "Our babies agree with us we are the best of the best" Fabian said hugging Gideon tightly "True that, they come a close second. The marauders a third" Gideon said making Fabian nod and sit next to the two who were talking about random pranks they should do once they go to Hogwarts again as they eat their food. "Molly needs to relax on them," Gideon said with a frown, the two were talking and following George when she began to yell at him. "She changed so much," Fabian said with a sigh Gideon agreed as he crouched beside George "I hated this food as well it was simply horrendous when Molly made it," Gideon said with a shiver.

"Y'know Freddie why does it feel like we are being watched" George said with a shiver making Fred look at him with a raised eyebrow. "because you have stalkers that are simply mad for you Georgie," he said with a sarcastic tone making George look at him offendedly once more.

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ink-iron-and-glass · 15 days

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In the mood to cry, any sad Harry Potter fic recs?

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lousypotatoes · 24 days

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Sweet Dreams—George Weasley

Y/N Witherford, a quiet yet determined girl. Living with her mother and stepfather, her only escape is Harry, Ron, Hermione, muggle music and books, and a certain red haired prankster.

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This is my first attempt at fanfiction so bare with me. This book contains cussing, abuse (physical and emotional) and toxic relationships with parents. I will be putting warnings at the beginning of each chapter, but if these topics trigger you, then please don't read. I will be following the book storyline. I'm starting off with the third book, but there will be mentions of the previous books, and I'll be showing how they all met each other. I hope you enjoy <33

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This chapter takes place in The Sorcerer's Stone

N/N stands for nick name

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I Wanna Be Your Lover-Prince

That was the song that was playing on your Walkman as you sat in the large compartment, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to start moving.

Going against your mothers wishes, you packed the muggle device in your suitcase. If your stepfather found out you even had the Walkman in your possession, he would be furious and he would punish you severely. You shuddered at the thought.

You were grateful you wouldn't see him for the next 9 months.

I wanna be your lover

I wanna be the only one that makes you come running

I wanna be your lover

As you started to sing the chorus, the door to the compartment started to open. Panicking, you hurriedly took off the headset, and shoved it under your seat, not wanting anyone to see you with it.

In the doorway stood a lanky boy who looked to be about 13, with dark hair and freckles. A Weasley, no doubt. You had heard your stepfather talk about the Weasleys in a way that made you blood boil. You personally had never met any of the Weasleys, but you knew enough about them just by how much your stepfather talked about them.

"The wizarding world would be much better off without scum like the Weasleys. They're the biggest blood traitors out there. Lucious was saying that they need to be put in their place, and I one hundred percent agree." He would say.

"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen a tarantula anywhere? A friend of mine brought it with him and now we can't find it." the red-haired boy said, eyeing where your Walkman sat under your seat. "Whatcha got there?"

"Uh nothing...and no I haven't seen a tarantula. Sorry." you said, gently kicking the headset further back.

"I don't believe you in the slightest. Whatever it is, I promise I won't tell. I pinky promise." He said holding his pinky outstretched towards you.

You giggled at the gesture "You should at least tell me your name before you start making serious promises like that."

"Oh of course, where are my manners," he said sitting down next to you. "I'm George Weasley. First year at Hogwarts?" he asked.

"I'm Y/N Witherford, and yeah it is." you said sheepishly. "I'm guessing it's your second year?"

"Third actually. Now show me what you're hiding under your seat pretty please."

"Fine. But you have to promise not tell anyone."

"I pinky promise," he said extending his pinky out. You hesitantly interlocked your pinky with his.

"This is so embarrassing," you muttered as you slowly started to get the Walkman from under your seat.

"George? George! Where the bloody hell are you?" came a voice from the hallway.

"Ahh, that's my brother calling for me," he said as he got up. "Will you show me what it is another time?"

"If you play your cards right, maybe," you said, grinning up at him.

He grinned back, "Excellent, see you later N/N." he said as he went back out in the hallway.

No one had ever called you that in years, the only person who ever called you that was your mother, but that was before she got married to your stepfather. You were left sitting there confused.

Seeing this as an opportunity, you got your headset out and put it back on. But as soon as you pressed the play button, the compartment door started to open. Again, you took it off and shoved it back under your seat.

Not only was there another Weasely standing in the doorway, but there was also a boy with black messy hair and glasses.

"Anyone sitting in here with you? Everywhere else is full." said the Weasley. You shook your head as both of the boys sat across from you. It was silent for a moment.

"Uh I'm Y/N Witherford. It's nice to meet you both." you said awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs.

"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley," Ron said just as awkwardly. It was clear that he felt awkward sitting in a compartment with a girl.

"I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you too." Harry said, a little less awkwardly.

Your eyes widened as he introduced himself. "Are you really Harry Potter?" you asked skeptically.

Harry nodded.

"I know! I didn't believe it at first either I just thought my brothers were messing with me." Ron said excitedly.

"Sorry if I came off as rude, it just surprised me when you introduced yourself, that's all." you said, internally panicking, thinking that you just insulted The Boy Who Lived.

"You didn't come off as rude. I've been getting that reaction a lot lately." Harry said reassuring you.

You breathed a breath of relief in your mind as the Hogwarts Express finally started to move.

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The three of you were currently talking about Chocolate Frog cards and pigging out on Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands and a variety of other magical sweets.

"I think the only wizard I'm missing is Paracelsus. I can't find him anywhere and it's driving me mad." You said chewing on some Droobles Best Blowing Gum. "I swear if I don't find him soon, I'm gonna go insane."

"The only one I'm missing is Agrippa, I think." Ron said, his mouth full of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.

"How many of these cards are there exactly?" Harry asked, opening up another Chocolate Frog.

"Hundreds at least, "Ron answered, shaking the jellybean box to see if there were any left. "Wanna see a spell my brother taught me?"

"Sure," Harry answered.

Ron dug around in his trunk until he pulled out a battered looking wand. He set the jellybean box on the floor and put is pet rat Scabbers on his lap. Just as he raised his wand, the compartment door opened. A girl with busy hair was standing in the doorway.

"Have you three seen a toad anywhere? A boy named Neville has lost one." She said in a bossy voice. You noticed that she had very large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," Ron said, but the bushy haired didn't reply to him. She was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She said as she sat next to you. You slowly scooted a tiny bit away from her.

"Er- alright," Ron said, clearing is throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

You had to hold back your laugh as Ron waved his wand around. Nothing happened to the rat.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl said. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is. I've heard-I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough. I'm Hermione Granger by the way, who are you three?"

You couldn't comprehend anything that Hermione said. She spoke so fast. You were impressed that this muggle girl had already learned all the course books by heart. You had only skimmed over them.

"I'm Y/N Witherford. It's nice to meet you Hermione," you said, smiling at Hermione. She smiled back.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

"Harry Potter," Harry said.

"Are you really?" Hermione exclaimed. "I know all about you, of course- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

You felt bad for Harry seeing Hermione fangirl over him like this. You were sure that Hermione meant no harm, but you saw how uncomfortable Harry got just by the look of his face. Poor Harry.

"Do you three know what houses you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best. I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad.... anyway, I'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon. I hope to see you later Y/N!"

And with that she left.

"Hermione sure does talk a lot," you thought.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she'd not in it," Ron grumbled.

"Oh Ron don't be rude," you said with a slight frown on your face. "She's muggle born, she's bound to be excited about all this wizard stuff."

"She seems a little too excited if you ask me." Ron mumbled

You laughed. "So quick to judge aren't you Ronald, I'm calling you that for now on, I don't care."

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"What's your favorite Quidditch team Ronald?" you asked out of the blue.

"Oh that's easy. The Chudley Cannons of course." Ron answered, puffing out his chest. "They're the best team in the league."

"I hate to disagree with you Ronald, but the best team in the league is actually The Wimbourne Wasps." you said mockingly.

Ron gasped. "How dare you say such a thing. The Wimbourne Wasps are-"

"What's Quidditch?" Harry interrupted.

"Oh sorry Harry, I forgot you were raised by muggles," you giggled. "My bad."

"Just you wait Harry! It's the best sport in the world!" Ron said gleefully.

You and Ron happily explained to Harry what Quidditch was, from the four balls to the positions of the players. You never had the chance to talk about something you were so passionate about, so you were happy that Harry was listening to you and Ron intently.

Suddenly the compartment door opened for the fifth time that day. You were getting a little bit tired of it honestly. Three boys entered the compartment. Two of the boys were big and looked mean. They reminded you of ogres and trolls. You recognized the other one as Draco, Lucious Malfoy's son. Your stepfather and Mr. Malfoy were very good friends, and he had him and is family for dinner quite a few times.

Whenever Draco was over at your house, you would stay as far away from him as you could. You just prayed that he wouldn't recognize you.

"Is it true?" he asked, "They're all saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in the compartment. Is that you?"

"Yes." Harry answered, looking at the two troll looking boys.

Draco saw that Harry was looking at the other guys. "Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," he said, gesturing to the boys. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed, but you knew he was doing that to hide his laugh. Draco glared at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

"Okay Draco, that's enough," you snapped, fed up with how he was acting. You knew that Draco could be rude, but how he treated Ron made your blood boil. It reminded you of your stepfather.

Draco looked at you. "Oh Y/N, what are you doing hanging out with a Weasley?"

"That's none of your business," you spat, "You should really consider how you talk to people, you might gain a reputation."

"Any reputation that you're thinking of would be better than associating with a Weasley," Draco spat back.

"At least I don't have to rely on daddy's money to get me anywhere in life," you said, your voice laced with venom.

"I thought your stepfather raised you better than this Y/N," Draco smirked at you. "I wonder what he would do if he found out that you were hanging out with filth like a Weasley."

Those words made you shut up. Looking over at Ron, you saw that his face was red with anger.

Draco turned to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He said as he held out his hand for Harry to shake.

You were grateful when Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." he said.

"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," Draco said slowly, "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and Y/N and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

You and Ron and Harry all stood up, all red in the face.

"Draco if you don't get out, I swear-" you said angrily.

"Or what Y/N?" he sneered. "You'll fight us?"

"Unless you don't get out now," Harry said angrily.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food, and you still seem to have some."

"Then buy some more, with daddy's money then," you said mockingly.

Goyle reached for Ron's pile of Chocolate Frogs, Ron leapt forward, but before Ron even touched him, Goyle let out horrible yell that sounded like a banshee.

Ron's rat, Scabbers was hanging off Goyle's finger. Crabbe and Malfoy backed into the hallway as Goyle swung his finger off, trying to get Scabbers off. Finally, Scabbers flew off his finger and hit the train window. All three went back to their compartment as fast as he could.

You doubled over in laughter, "Oh my gosh, that was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time," you said wiping tears from your eyes. "His scream sounded so much like a banshee, it was hilarious."

"How do you know Malfoy, Y/N?" Ron asked suspiciously. Your smile immediately fell from your face.

"His father and my stepfather are good friends," you said darkly. "He comes over to my house for dinner once in a while."

"What was he talking about when he mentioned your stepfather?" Harry asked, a look of concern on his face.

"It's nothing to worry about," you said quickly. "We should probably change into our robes, I expect we'll be there soon."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, looks of skepticism and concern etched onto both of their faces.

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You were nervous as you waited to get sorted. Whenever you got nervous, you would think of the lyrics to Come Together by the Beatles.

You were grateful that you packed up your Walkman while Ron and Harry were changing into your dress robes.

"Abbot, Hannah!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

He got monkey finger, he shoot coca cola

He say, "I know you, you know me"

One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

You looked around and saw George talking to someone who you assumed was his twin brother. He looked over and waved at you, a big smile on his face. You waved back, smiling.

"Granger, Hermione!"

You turned your attention away from George to look at Hermione. The way she jammed the sorting hat on her head made you giggle.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You heard Ron groan, you elbowed him in the stomach.

As others were called up there, you began to think to yourself. You wanted to be in Gryffindor but you knew you would be in Slytherin. Your whole family including your stepfather was sorted into that house. With the exception of your biological father. You didn't know where he was, let alone what house he was sorted into.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

You paid close attention to Draco as he went up there. The hat had barely touched his head when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!"

You internally groaned. You already knew it was gonna happen, but you were still disappointed none the less.

You began to zone out, when you heard "Potter, Harry!"

You heard whispers all around you as Harry walked up to the stool.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?

Harry was up there for a good minute. It seemed the hat was having trouble deciding where to sort him.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally shouted.

You saw Harry grin as he headed off to the Gryffindor table. You began to feel sad, knowing that the only friends you had made would be in different houses. And Ron had already revealed his dislike for Slytherin, that made it even worse.

There were only five people left to be sorted now.

"Thomas, Dean!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Turpin, Lisa!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Finally it was Ron's turn, his face was as green as yours, maybe a little bit darker. He looked like he was gonna puke as he went up to the stool.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry and George clap hard as Ron sat down at the table.

Now there were only 2 people left, you and another boy. You felt like you were gonna pass out.

"Witherford, Y/N!"

You walked to the stool, thinking that your legs were gonna give out. The last thing you saw before the hat blocked your vision was George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco staring intently at you, waiting to see what house you were gonna be sorted into.

"Hmmm difficult, very difficult," a voice said in your ear. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. "Raised in a Slytherin household, but no Slytherin qualities at all. Very interesting indeed."

The hat took many more moments to think. You were even more nervous at how long it took for the hat to sort you.

Finally after what seemed like hours, the hat decided.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Draco's look of shook was nowhere near the look of shock on your face. Quickly though, your look of shock turned into a look of glee. You could feel Draco glaring daggers at your back. He would no doubt tell his father about this, and his father would tell your father. But you decided not to worry about that right now.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George all clapped the hardest as you eagerly sat down between Ron and George.

The last student was finally sorted, and everybody quieted down as Professor Dumbledore began to speak.

"You still gonna show me whatever you're hiding?" George whispered to you.

"I promised you didn't I? I never break a promise." you whispered back

Hermione shushed you and you and George stopped talking.

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Oh my lord this took me so long to type out 😭

Hopefully you enjoy this as much as I did making it :)

I'll try to upload as much as I can, co be patient with me.

xoxo, Izzy

#harrypotter #ronweasley #hermionegranger #fredweasley #georgeweasley #georgeweasleyxreader #hogwarts #sorcersersstone #prisonerofazkaban #georgeweasleyfanfic #georgeweasleyxy/n #dracomalfoy

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onlyfredslibrary · 2 years

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Since I reblog fics from different fandoms on my account, I decided to make a masterlist for each one to make them more organized and to be able to make it easier for anyone who follows this blog to find fics

Put a Ring on It by @destourtereaux (my comment: “that’s my man!”)

Attraction by @anordinarymuse (my comment: “This is a constant reminder that I’ll never find a guy like Fred…”)

She will Be Loved by @thisismynerdyself (my comment: “The things I would give for this to happen…)

Scaring You by @fallern618 (my comment: “I really thought he wanted to break up for a moment there…”)

shy!Fred blurb by @butterbeerblurbs (my comment: ““Merlin, if you’re watching please spare me from this.” I just died from laughing so hard.”)

Duties by @wand3ringr0s3 (my comment: “Haley, I can’t this is just *chef’s kiss*”)

Confessions by @anordinarymuse (my comment: “Georgie is the best wingman ever!”)

Love Language: Physical Touch by @hopelesshunny (my comment: “Now I just want to cuddle with Freddie”)

Fred blurb by @writing-wh0re (my comment: “This is absolutely adorable 🥺”)

Fred x Granger!reader by @360iris (my comment: “The joke was just so funny. I can’t stop laughing and this is just wonderful. 🥺”)

We’ll be Okay by @wand3ringr0s3 (my comment: “Haley! I love this so much!!!”)

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night by @weelittleweasley (my comment: “Lexi, please, I’m sobbing right now)

Late Night Surprises by @vibraniumwing (my comment: “I honestly can’t stop reading this 🥺”)

Love Language: Gifts by @hopelesshunny (my comment: “I suddenly want to get a necklace with Fred’s name on it…”)

Mine by @weelittleweasley

Cuddling with Fred blurb by @butterbeerblurbs (my comment: “🥺 I want to cuddle with Freddie”)

Little Miss Spontaneous by @pepper-up-potion (my comment: “I am melting into a puddle of goo)

Photo Booth by @weasleyimaginewheezes

If You’re Laughing by @oliverwoodswifee (my comment: “this is just adorable”)

Dear Husband, Dear Wife by @oliverwoodswifee (my comment: “What I would give to marry this man 🥺”)

Keep Me Warm by @comfortwriting (my comment: “Yeah, this is will be occupying my thoughts for the next week or so…”) NSFW!

Feeling Heavy in the Strongest Arms by @butterbeerblurbs (my comment: “This is who I need in my life 🥺”)

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley fic recs #fredweasley #fred weasley fanfics

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welovefredweasley · 5 months

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I love love love pinterest lately

@/shiftyhelps has written these amazing letters.

God do I love them 😭❤️

#fred and george #fred and george weasley #fred weasley #harry potter #george weasley #weasley #weasley twins #fredweasley #love fred weasley #the weasley twins #weasley twins supremacy #dating fred weasley #fred weasley hot #fred weasley goblet of fire #fred #fred and george harry potter #hp #wizarding world #weasley family

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drogatadiapifrizzole · 10 months

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That's not professional of you at all

"Professor Granger, Professor Weasley, I've been expecting you. Come on in." "Ugh!" Hermione hides her face under her palm. Fred clicks his tongue against the palate. "I was hoping you'd gotten over this, you've been reacting like this for two months whenever someone reminds you I'm a professor." "Please stop." "That's not professional of you at all," he whispers in her ear, lowering his head to better enter the room.

– https://archiveofourown.org/works/47780890/chapters/120450019

#fremione #fanfiction #a03 #fredweasley #hermionegranger #harry potter #hogwarts

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mastermindmiko · 11 months

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Promised

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

word count: 3310

summary: Your family wants you to marry someone from a rich, prejudiced, pureblood family, unfortunately, the person you love isn’t that.

trigger warnings: kissing, prejudiced purebloods, arranged marriages, mentions of sex, male masturbation, grinding, swearing, the L word, crying, early marriage, the rain

my masterlist

Requests are open

You didn’t know when exactly did this start, maybe it was when you got paired up in potions when you didn’t even tolerate each other; or maybe it was when he kissed you and you both liked it.

You were sitting in the astronomy tower, it was the dead of night. The soft blanket under you was your second source of warmth from the cold midnight air that was rushing through gusts all around the star surrounded tower. The main accumulation of snugness from your body was caused by the body that was both softly and tightly wrapped around you, Fred Weasley.

You shuffled closer to him as a breeze swept through the skylight classroom, and you felt him pull you completely flush against him. You had a smile on your face as you looked up at him, he had the same smile on his face maybe slightly bigger than yours; as he pressed a light, long kiss on your lips.

Spending time with him has become a habit. It’s been year since he kissed you. You kept no labels on what your relationship was with him, considering your pureblood prejudiced family. You had set up rules for your ‘relationship’ 1. No one can know except for George. 2. No sex. 3. It ends as soon as you get engaged at Christmas.

Your parents have been planning your engagement for many years with Adrian Pucey, it wasn’t fully officiated yet but you knew it was happening the Christmas of your last year, this year.

You didn’t hate Adrian Pucey but you saw him as a brother, he was always protecting you from all the other guys who wanted to just knock you up. You couldn’t imagine him marrying you, you loved him as a sibling not as a husband.

Fred on the other hand, you had agreed with him that this ends in two weeks and you intend to keep it that way; but you couldn’t help but tell him how much you love him every time he kisses you like this.

You laid your head on his chest and thought about your second rule. The only reason you wanted to keep that rule was because you were afraid you’d get too attached to him after that; the problem is that you’re already too attached.

You looked up at him and pressed a rough kiss to his lips as you straddled his hips. You looked up at you wide-eyed as he said nervously “What are you doing, love?”

Butterflies erupted at the nickname as you replied “I want to break rule two.” Your firm statement caught him off-guard; he must have thought this was another one of your very heated makeout sessions that would then lead to him jerking off in the shower while moaning your name. -he would never admit it but you know that’s what happens-

“You sure?” He asked, putting his hands on your hips. You could feel him grow hard under you and you decided to tease him, “Don’t tell me you don’t want this, Freddie?” You grinned your hips against his and you heard him groan at your action.

He looked at you with lust in his eyes as he said “Of course I fucking do, but are you sure?” You nodded as you leaned in to kiss him feverishly, his hands wrapped around hips tighter and pulled you right on his cock. You let out a small moan at the feeling and started tugging his hair as you kissed him harder.

If you were going to get engaged in two weeks to a man you didn’t feel anything but brotherly feelings, you at least wanted to know the feeling of having sex with the one you love. In the Astronomy Tower there was skin on skin and kisses like it would be the last time -which it might- and Fred saying that he loved you.

***

You hadn’t seen Fred since he told you that he loved you, you adored hearing those words from him; but for merlin’s sake you were getting married in ten days. You love him so much, but this was your family and your future.

You wanted to run to him to kiss him forever to tell him ‘I love you I love you I love you I love you.’ but you couldn’t. If your parents ever knew about this not only would it ruin your relationship with your family but it would also cost you your inheritance.

You were on your way to the Potions classroom, you were not ready to see Fred again; despite the fact that you weren’t even partners. The only reason that Fred was taking potions this year was because he would use the skills in making products for his joke shop. The reason that you didn’t know is because he loves seeing your expressions that you have on your face when you focus. He didn’t know a thing about potions but he could ace a test about what you do in potions.

You were grabbed by your hips into an abandoned classroom, you heard the door of the classroom close as you saw Fred incredibly close to you and his hands on your hips rubbing smooth circles on your hip-bone with his thumbs as he did so often.

“I know that you never want to see me again, and that we’re supposed to end this Christmas; because of your family and your future, but I don’t want you to. I know we said no strings attached but I can’t stop loving you. As soon as this year started I tried I swear I tried to not love you but I can’t. I love you so much Y/n and I want you to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up with you every morning I want to call you mine and I want everyone to know how much I fucking adore you. Please let that happen.”

“Fred-” You started looking away from him feeling your eyes start to sting, “Please don’t make this harder Fred.”

He lifted one hand from your hip and tilted your chin up to him and you saw his eyes red. “I want you and I want you to be happy and I know that you won’t be happy with Pucey. If I knew you’d be happy with him I wouldn’t have tried to make you stay with me because I care about your happiness much more than I care about mine.”

“Fred, you couldn’t leave your family so why would I have to leave min-” You started but you were cut off by Fred’s voice growing angry and desperate “Because my family doesn’t use the crutatious curse on me for not getting an O and they don’t get me married to someone I see as a sibling.”

A tear spilled from your eye the same time that a tear fell from his. “P-please Fred.” you choked out quietly. “I love you I love you I love you.” He repeated pressing kisses on your lips. “Tell me that you want to marry him and I will let you go I promise.”

Your eyes fell on the floor, you didn’t want to marry him but you just couldn’t do that to Pucey, he wanted to marry a muggle born as he told you before. Not only would you be covering for yourself but you would also be covering your inheritance and for him.

“I can’t stay with you Fred. I’m sorry.” You pulled yourself out of his grasp and started to control the tears that were falling helplessly.

His tears stopped and his face became emotionless as he said “Fine.” roughly and then added “But if you ever need anything, I’m here for you.”

He walked out of the classroom and you fell on the floor crying. You didn’t go to class and as you were told from gossiping whispers neither did Fred.

***

The wedding was in Two days. You were currently lying in bed while Adrian was on his desk doing ministry paperwork. In Christmas you had in fact gotten engaged to him, and you graduated, and secured an internship at St. Mungo’s and you were about to start work as an actual healer in a month.

You had seen Fred around Hogwarts as you knew you would, you couldn’t stop looking at him every time you saw him. You couldn’t help but also notice how much happier he looked without meeting with you. The thought made your heart clench as it always did when you thought of him.

You let out a sigh, as you watched Adrian finish his paperwork and place his quill on top of the papers. “You work too hard, you know that right. We just graduated two months ago.”

“Yeah I know.” He said he got up and sat beside you on the bed. You never slept together in the same bed -unknown to anyone else- you would take turns to sleep on the couch that was in the same room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You replied shortly, sitting up and avoiding his gaze. “Oh come off it, really how are you feeling? The wedding’s in two days.”

“Horrible.”

“Yeah that seems about right.” He replied with a small chuckle trying to add humor into the situation. “You could always go to him, you know.” Adrian had found out about you and Fred the semester after Christmas, always following your sad looks at Fred.

“I can’t do that to you-”

He let out a frustrated sound at your words “you know this isn’t about me anymore.” His parents were put in Azkaban after what happened in the ministry with Voldemort so he was able to do whatever he wanted. You couldn’t go to Fred. He had seemed so happy without you and you didn’t want to make him sad anymore.

“I can’t Adrian, you saw how happy he looked after what happened.”

“I personally think it’s all for show. Considering that who I think is him is waiting outside right now.” He said looking out the window where he saw a Weasley hesitant to ring the doorbell or not.

You rushed down stairs noticing Adrian looking out the window, this was the Pucey manor so your parents wouldn’t know anything. You opened the door seemingly at the same time that he was about to ring the doorbell and it was George Weasley.

“In hindsight, I can tell why you’re married to him.” George said, eyeing the manor. When you were about to tell him that that’s not the reason you married Adrian he waved a hand dismissing your words while saying “I know the story, don’t worry.”

You pressed your lips to a thin line as you motioned for him to step inside. “I heard you’re working in St. Mungo’s congratulations.” He said casually as he walked into the manor.

You curled an eyebrow wondering how he found that out and sensing this he replied looking at you “Fred asks about you a lot, talks about you a lot too. I was starting to think you were an angel considering the way he talks about you.”

You felt a sad feeling flutter in your stomach as you said “I heard your joke shop is going good, that’s great.”

He nodded and said “It has, but Fred hasn’t. Let’s just skip the pleasantries and get to the important part. You’re getting married in two days and considering how awful Fred’s been, he’ll be in a cave of sadness when you get married. Do you love Pucey?”

You shook your head finding no reason in denying it anymore “Then why are you still here? You won’t be covering up for Pucey considering his imprisoned parents and you won’t be mending any relationship with your parents either since it’s been broken a long time ago. As for your money, you’re going to be working as a healer in the biggest wizarding hospital. So why are you still here?”

“Fred just looks so much happier without me and I didn’t want to ruin that.” You said sadly, not believing yourself considering what George just said about Fred being miserable.

“If that’s the only thing holding you back then just know if you thought he was happy after Christmas then you’re so wrong. You should see the way he was when you were meeting up. He was chanting all around the Burrow that he’s in love and it was honestly sickening as Ron would put it. Mom didn’t even care that she didn’t know who he was in love with, she was just happy for him. You should also know that he was preparing to give you this, if you know the engagement hadn’t happened.” He walked up closer to you and handed you a small box and a letter. “I best get going now, you know, for the shop.”

He left the manor and apparated away and you sat down on one of the chairs as you reluctantly opened the letter.

Dear Y/n,

Hello my love, I want to tell you that I thinking of doing something insanely stupid. I always told you how I personally didn’t want to get married before I turned at least Twenty, but then I met you. I love you, and I want to take every last breath of my life while I’m with you. I still don’t want to get married right now, but I still want you to know that someday I will marry you. The only reason I wrote this letter is because I’d probably be too awkward saying this in front of you, George is the one with the open feelings, not me. I promise I will always want to be with you and I hope you never doubt that for a second.

I love you,

Fred.

You could see the tear stains on the letter and at the point when you finished reading the letter you couldn’t tell if the stains were from you or from Fred. You reluctantly opened the box and found a ring inside, a promise ring. You let out a choked sob and you heard Adrian rushing down the stairs. He read the letter and looked at the box in your hand and then hugged you tightly.

***

The next day was spent with you crying and Adrian comforting you. “I think you should go to him.” He said as he held you tightly after you finished crying for the millionth time as it seemed.

“Do you think I really should? Wouldn’t he be mad?”

“For merlin’s sake Y/n! He wouldn’t be mad, he’d be thrilled. You read the letter and you saw the ring. What more do you want?!” He said loudly shaking you as if he was hyping you up for a quidditch game.

“Okay I’ll go.” You said with a small smile on your face. “What about you? Will you be cancelling the wedding?” You said as you started to get up. A smirk was on his face as he said “I don’t need to cancel the wedding, just need to change the bride.”

*Fred’s Pov.*

There was a knock on the door when he was sitting on the couch thinking about how the person that he loves is getting married in less than 24 hours.

He got up reluctantly to go open the door, George was out on a date with Angelina; so he wouldn’t open the door like he usually would have.

When he opened the door he saw you standing there with your hair and clothes wet, from the rain he didn’t even notice was there and your eyes blood-shot. Probably resembling his, he thought. After a few seconds of shock passed he asked “What are you doing here?”

You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater as you said looking at the floor in a small voice “I love you.” He felt his heart skip several beats and his stomach fluttered but his face remained emotionless as you looked up at him.

“Why now?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed and heart still leaping. You held out a familiar letter and box that were restrained with your tears instead of his. His breath caught in his throat when he took them from your hand, fingers brushing lightly.

“I love you and I want you to be with me.” You said looking at him. He resisted the urge to bring you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn’t breathe just to do it again. “What about Pucey and the wedding?”

“There’s still going to be a wedding just that he’s not going to get married to me.” He raised an eyebrow at your statement. “Tomorrow is going to be the wedding of Adrian and Audrey almost Pucey, about time.” You said with a small smile on your lips and you let out a chuckle.

He couldn’t resist the smile that found its way on his face when you smiled. “Fred, I’m sorry that I didn’t do this sooner. I just- you looked so happy after Christmas that I thought that you’d be better off without me.” You added your face serious again as you looked up at him meekly, eyes stinging; you hated how much you cried lately.

He cupped your face with both his hands as he leaned down to reach your height and said “I’d never be better off without you. I love you, how can I be better off without someone I love?”

He kissed you softly and then you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly as you cried in his arms from both how sad you were without him and how happy you are now. He hugged you back just as tightly and let you inside the apartment and he wrapped your legs around him as he sat you both on the couch. You kissed him and said “I love you so much Fred.”

“I adore you, love.” Your stomach fluttered at the familiar nickname and he pressed kisses all over your face and repeated an ‘I love you.’ between each one. You felt yourself laugh between your happy tears, He brushed away all your tears with his thumbs. “I can’t stand seeing you cry, and we have a wedding to get to tomorrow. We can’t have such a pretty face crying a day before a wedding.”

You laughed once again as you kissed him deeply, “Fred, let’s break rule number two again, please?” He kissed you again just after he said “I thought you’d never ask.”

When you fell on Fred’s bed you put your finger on his lips and said “We can’t stay up late, we have a wedding to get to tomorrow. Okay?”

Fred nodded seemingly not interested in your words as he was kissing your neck. He let out a hum and said “Less talking, more kissing.” You laugh at his statement and you spent the entire night doing exactly that and a lot more shagging. You ended up being late for the wedding, but Adrian didn’t mind seeing the happy smile on your face.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Hermione Granger x fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Summary: After a fight with her friends Hermione meets a mysterious girl who changes everything

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and eating, kinda slow burn strangers to lovers, getting together, mutual pining, first kiss, Fred and Hermione's underrated friendship, reader is flirty like Sirius

A/n: 4.1k words, no voldy au, I couldn't help myself making the reader wolfstars adoptive daughter again x thank you for the request! Enjoy 💛

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“Why does he have to ruin everything” Hermione mumbles as she sniffled quietly, picking at the fabric of her dress

She wished the stairs would swallow her whole. Not only was her night ruined due to a stupid red headed boy but she made a scene in front of three of her favourite professors, all who happened to be either the father or godfather of her other twit of a friend

“Tissue?”

She looks up, eyes glassy when she sees you in front of her, adorned in a beautiful dress whose colour complemented her blue one. She admires you for a few seconds, looking down at her like some angel…or maybe that was the backlights doing. Her eyes then drift to your hands, realising you’ve been holding out a small handkerchief the entire time

“Thank you” she accepts the gesture hesitantly, scared about something going wrong, especially when you didn’t leave but smiled kindly at her

“Can I sit?” you ask softly

“Sure” she replies again with some hesitancy

She didn’t recognise you, she knew everyone in her year which meant two things, one she knew with complete certainty, you weren’t a Gryffindor, and the other, you may or may not be in her year. The thing she didn’t know was house, in particular if you were a Slytherin here to mock her

“You look beautiful” you say after a few seconds of awkward silence, at least on Hermione's part

She felt heat on her face at that but didn’t understand why, so many had told her the same thing, even more than your simple compliment so why was it affecting her so?

“Thanks” she says shyly, avoiding eye contact and instead begins to clean herself up with the tissue

After doing so she finally faces you, finding you smiling sweetly at her “Your mascara has smudged a little” you comment, reaching out “May I?” you seek permission

Hermione just nods, holding her breath as you gently wipe her cheek, so close she can feel your breath on her skin

“D-did you get it?” she wonders, voice shaky, merlin why was she so nervous?

“Yeah, you know you look beautiful with it…” you tuck a stand behind her ear “...but you look so beautiful without it too” you tell her

Hermione had to be honest, no one had ever been this nice to her off the bat, it made her confused, were you truly this nice or did you have an ulterior motive?

Before she could speak you were standing up, her heart dropping at the idea of you leaving but then you turned back “The ball hasn’t finished yet” you hold out your hand “Would you like to dance with me?”

The girl found herself nodding wordlessly, accepting your hand and following you faster than her mind could process it all. When it finally caught up you had your hand on her waist leading a slow waltz

“What's your name?” she asks rather abruptly

Your eyes widen, a soft chuckle leaving your lips “Y/n” you say then smile, a smile the girl can’t help but melt under

“Have we met before?” in all honesty maybe she was being silly, maybe you just changed your hair or had a little glow up over summer and she didn’t recognise you because no stranger is this nice

You bob your head “We share a couple of classes but we’ve never spoken. I know who you are though, we just…run in different circles” you answer and she feels like there's a hint of sadness in your last comment hidden behind that golden smile of yours

“And what circle…” her breath hitches as you twirl her around, so smoothly she feels like she's floating on air “And what circle would that be?” she asks, licking her lips and trying to suppress the shyness that overcomes her at your touch

“The under the radar Hufflepuff kind” you giggle at your own statement, she swears when she laughs too your eyes linger on her lips for a moment

“You must be happy your house may win the tournament then huh?” she asks, forgetting her date was another competitor, hell she probably couldn’t remember anything when she was with you, she was like a moth to a flame and fire never looked so pretty than it did on you

What was happening to her?

“Quite” you nod “Ceds going to kick their arses” you say and Hermione lets out a laugh far louder than the joke needed causing her to scrunch her nose in embarrassment

You were about to speak again when the music finished and shifted to something more upbeat and jumpier. Hermione could tell this wasn’t your style, especially as you gently lead her to the edge of the dance floor

“Thank you for the dance” you say, hands never leaving her own and she has to do her best not to let her eyes flutter shut at the way your thumbs run over her knuckles

“No thank you, you saved my night” she replies honestly, you really did save the ball for her and she would remember that forever

“It was my pleasure, really” your last word has an underlying firmness she can’t seem to decipher

There's a tap to her shoulder, turning around she lets her hands fall from yours, ignoring the coldness spreading through them as she faces Victor

“I shall escort you back” he states holding out his arm, that dazzling smile that made butterflies flutter mere hours ago doing nothing now

Hermione takes it before turning back to you, you were smiling but it wasn’t reaching your eyes, at least not until she gave you a smile back as she spoke

“Thank you again y/n”

“Anytime love” you reply just as Victor begins walking and her knees feel weak

Love

After the ball Hermione found herself seeing you everywhere. In the library with Cedric and another girl as you presumably helped research for the next task, in all of the classes she never knew she shared with you, hallways, great hall at meal times…just everywhere. Maybe it was because she was aware of your presence now, or maybe it was because you left an everlasting effect on her at the ball and she was now subconsciously seeking you out

She was sure Ron and Harry had noticed her distracted nature but probably mistook it for being mad as both tried their best to make it up to her. In truth she wasn’t so mad at them anymore, if it wasn’t for them she wouldn’t have met you, and weren’t you just amazing? Sitting there with a smile that could light up people’s days without even trying, your skin positively glowing this morning as the light streamed into the hall, your hair…

“Mione” she feels something hit her nose, making it scrunch

Looking down she sees a corner of crust “What?” she huffs at the twins knowing one of them would have thrown it

“Who are you gawking at?” Fred wiggles his eyebrows while George just smirks next to him

Hermione felt her face grow warm that she was caught in the act, about to say a rather pathetic nothing when Ron grumbles

“Probably Victor” he scoffs, still a little sore about the whole thing

Harry hums in agreement

“Yeah Ron’s right” she agrees too quickly, and she should have known the twins weren’t as easily fooled as her friends

“Oh really?” Fred smirks at her, cocky bastard

“Yeah” she tries to maintain

“Really” and Fred maintains his

“Yes”

“Really”

This goes on for one more 'yes' and 'really' than even George could handle

“Yes really!” he cuts in, gently smacking his twin on the back of the head and pointing at her “Because Victor isn’t over in the direction you were drooling, he isn’t even in the great hall this fine morning”

Hermione’s eyes dart around the room, they were right, Victor was nowhere to be seen and she was between annoyed and embarrassed at that fact

“Wait, so who were you looking at?” Harry asks intrigued while Ron is looking around the room a bit pissed at the thought of yet another person he would not be competing with

“Yeah Mione” Fred eggs on earning one hell of a death glare

“No one” she shakes her head but makes the mistake of letting her eyes flick to you and lingering when you happen to meet her gaze

Fred’s head whips in the direction of you catching the wave and rather flirty smile you send Hermione's way before he turns back, looking at the girl in a surprised shock

“Who is it?” Ron asks with Harry and George leaning in to hear

Hermione sinks into herself, and she’s thankful Fred seems to notice, his playful teasing nature dropping before he puts on a smile “No one lil Ronniekins” he wiggles his nose at his brother “Just wanted to see the look on your face”

George looks a little confused but recovers soon enough, smirking away and not questioning anything. Harry bursts out in laughter as does a few others that had overheard causing Ron to go as red as his hair and throw his half-eaten slice of toast at his elder brother

“Arsehole” he huffs going back to his meal

Hermione looks up at Fred while everyone else is in a fit of giggles, mouthing ‘thank you’ to him and earning a little wink back

Over the next year Fred was a great help while Hermione figured out what was going on. Eventually after Fred pretty much telling her every second he could, dropping all of her stuff in herbology when you bent down in front of her, oh and snapping her quill when some Ravenclaw girl was getting a little too close for her liking she finally knew what it was…she fancied you, like really fucking fancied you

“You gonna ask her out?”

She groans at Fred intrusion, sure he was a good friend but she really wasn’t in the mood

“No” she pouts as Fred takes a seat next to her

He looks at her like she just told him his pranks are genius and not at all annoying “Why?” he looks baffled “You’re fawning over her, telling me how pretty and lovely she is…merlin Mione you came up with a ship name and everything” he argues

Her face heats “I…shut up” she whines “Anyway you’re the one that encouraged me to find the perfect one and stayed up till 3am until we found it”

“And it was time well spent” he laughs, hand moving to grip her shoulder softly “But…you’re avoiding the question Granger. It’s been well over a year now” he reminds her

“I can’t just ask her…what if she doesn't like me, what if she doesn’t like girls? Do I even know if I like girls? I mean I like her but I liked boys before…ugh” she leans her forehead on the table

“So, what you’re saying is your sexually confused and afraid of rejection” he says simply

She tilts her to look up at him “Pretty much” she says, pouting at Fred smiley expression

“Well Granger hate to break it to you but everyone is like that” he shrugs “But if it makes you feel better George went through something similar with Lee and Angelina turns out he’s bisexual, and as for the rejection part I can guarantee you that she fancies you too”

Hermione lifts her head, swatting away the paper stuck to her cheek on the way up “You think?” her mood picks up, if there was one thing Fred wouldn’t kid about it was this

“I don’t think…shut it” he points at her “I know. She smiles at you every chance she gets, she asked you to dance a waltz at the ball and the best till last” he rubs his hands together “I little Ravenclaw birdy I was wooing yesterday told me that she overheard y/n and Cedric talking about the girl she had a crush on and the description more than matches the smartest witch I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing”

Hermione was about to speak, a nervous smile on her face when she and Fred her something fall, turning to look in that direction

“Speak of the angel and there she shall appear” Fred nudges her “Come on Granger, prove why you’re a griff and not a claw”

“I can’t” she shakes her head, fingers gripping the edge of the book nearby “I mean look at her Fred”

“I am, she’s gorgeous and if she wasn’t into you I’d go for it…kidding” he holds up his hands because they both knew he probably wasn’t “Look she’s a person, you don’t have to ask her out just talk to her” he encourages

Hermione looks at him, giving him a nervous look to which he nods his head with a smile

“I’m right here to rescue you if it goes tits up…in a bad way” he raises his eyebrows

“You’re an arse” she places the book down on top of his hand with a little force

He lets out a small yelp “Oww…I may be an arse but you go talk to your girl”

“She’s not my girl” she whispers back

“Not yet” he whisper shouts, making her wave her hand for him to be quiet

Hermione walks up slowly, pulling at her skirt and cardigan, trying to tame some if her wild curls hanging out of her bun

She's just a person, we can talk to people, it’s going to be fine

You turn to her as you reach to place one of the fallen books back, skirt coming up a little as you do, along with that smile on your face

Nope it’s not fine…abort abort…fuck

“Hi there” you beam at her before she can run away “Did you need this?” you drop down from your tippy toes, holding out the book

Say something…

Say anything…

“Are you okay?” you wonder, stepping towards her

She nods “Grand” she squeaks out

“You look a little flushed” you note, hints of amusement in your voice

“It’s rather warm in here” she lets out a nervous laugh

“It is rather hot” you say and she feels herself melt when your eyes flick up and down her figure “How have you been?” you inquire, leaning your forearm against the bookshelf…merlin you were going to kill her

“O-okay. How are you feeling about exams?” she inquires, internally cringing about asking about school

You don’t seem to mind though, smiling away “Good, you’ll find Hufflepuffs are rather laid back about that kind of thing” you chuckle, eyes flicking to the side briefly, clearly seeing something as you smile widens “What about yourself love?”

There it was again, love, over a year later and still that one word made her weak

“Okay” oh my god pull yourself together and say something that isn’t okay “I’m a little nervous of not doing well” she confesses, expecting you to laugh and tell her she’s being silly, smartest witch of her age scared about failing? Anyone would laugh

But you don’t, instead you push yourself off the bookshelves and take one of her hands

“You’ll do great. Either way you’ll have tried your best and that's all you can do” you assure her, thumbs rubbing over her knuckles the same way they did last year

“You’re too nice” she says, biting her lip, eyes lingering on your intertwined hands

“You’ll find love that you’re too nice” you give her hand a squeeze before letting go “You have any plans for Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Hermione’s heart picks up, maybe you’ll ask her out

“Nothing” she answers too quickly, her face heating up “Why?” she certain you can feel…hell hear the giddy excitement from her

“There’s an event happening at Tomes and Scrolls. Ced won the tickets in some raffle a couple weeks ago but it’s not really his thing ya see” you tell her

“Sounds lovely” more than lovely actually, first date you might be taking her to a bookshop? You were perfect for her

“Will be if I had your company” you smile at her but it’s softer than the grin you wore before, almost like you were nervous too just hid it better than she did

“Are you asking me…” she doesn’t want to assume but holy hell does she hope you are

You giggle “If I am, would you say yes?”

“Yes” she nods with a smile

You light up “Grand” you tuck some hair behind her ear “I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday, your common room” your thumb flicks over her cheek “You really do look beautiful in every light” you say mostly to yourself

Hermione just nods, too overwhelmed to speak and she curses herself as you walk away. She should have told you that you look pretty, Merlin! She didn’t even say it at the ball either…

“So…ouch!” the voice startles her

“Sorry” she apologises as she realises she elbowed Fred in the gut

“It’s alright Granger” he groans “Remind me to never piss you off though…or throw you a surprise party” he mutters the last bit “What?” he smirks seeing her expression

“I have a date on Saturday” she squeals jumping up and down

Fred’s eyes widen, scooping the girl into his arms and spinning her around as they celebrate

“That’s amazing doll” he says kissing her cheek

Someone coughs awkwardly…actually that might just be Harry coughing normally

The unlikely duo freeze, looking to the side to see Harry looking amused while Ron pissed

“What's going on here?” the younger Weasley questions, eyes flicking between the two

“Nothing” they say in union as Fred gently places Hermione down

“Are you two shagging?” Ron blurts out causing Fred to burst out laughing and Hermione to giggle

“No” Fred shakes his head “She’s great but as much as I do love a good bookworm me and Mione aren’t a match” he assures his brother “Don’t think I’m her type either” he says coyly

The girl rolls her eyes, hitting him gently

“So…you two just became friends?” Harry asks surprised “I mean, how did that happen?” he chuckles at the notion

They nod

“Yes, he’s been helping me with some stuff…” the boys look more confused at that until she adds “...that isn’t school related”

For Hermione Saturday came around real slow, and it was not helped in the slightest by Ron and Harry pestering her about her date…yes Fred being Fred let that slip just a bit

“You two aren’t to follow me” she points at her friends who nod a tad scared from their seats on the common room couch…more so after one or five more needless threats to cut up Harry’s cloak if they tried before she headed out to meet you

Exiting the portrait, she finds you leaning on a bannister, looking as gorgeous as ever in your own little world. She had to admit she needed a moment before gaining your attention, she was in a dress paired with jumper from, weirdly enough, Neville’s collection as the boy had shrunk it by accident and gave it to her. You on the other hand were in jeans, a band shirt and leather jacket, looking so cool.

How in the world did she manage to get a date with someone so badass looking?

“Hi” she gains your attention

You turn with a smile on your face before your lips part, eyes flicking down her figure “You look…” you shake your head and she feels herself grow nervous “...how do you get prettier every time?” you let out a sweet chuckle

Hermione relaxes, heart-warming at the compliments

“Could say the same about you” she quips and your eyes light up in a way Hermione adores, noting to do that more often

“You coming then love?” you hold out your hand, palm upwards

She accepts it, letting you lead her anywhere you wanted

Hermione thought the staring would bother her, sure she shied away a few times, even hid behind you once when you kissed her temple whilst waiting in the queue, but she really didn’t mind it. Holding your hand, chatting with you, not worrying about what people thought was refreshing, freeing

The entire date felt that way. She realised as badass as you looked on the outside you were actually a complete softie. Your gentle nature was always at the forefront when you were speaking to her, but it also translated into your nerdiness around books, music, and even quidditch. In fact, with your help she actually began to understand the game better

She found out you were a pureblood, and funnily enough adopted by two professors she admired and knew very well, but you kept your original last name since it would draw attention at school. She also discovered that due to this you were Harry's god sister and got along with her friend very well, spending most summers and Christmas’ together.

It was funny, she had always heard of Harry's god sister but never would have guessed it was you…although now it was clear as day. You dressed and were as laidback as Sirius, flirted like him too, but personality wise you were all Remus, nerdy and soft, total sweetheart

“My friends are having a small gathering this afternoon” she mentions on passing, not wanting to ask encase it was way too soon for you

Your hand drops from hers, yup way too…and it moves around her shoulder…not too soon?

“Are you comfortable with me joining?” you ask, looking down at her with the kindest eyes

She nods “Yeah, I want them to meet you…well for them to meet you properly…again…help me” she stumbles, cheeks hot as she forgot you were practically family with Harry for a hot minute

You move around in front of her, hands now running up and down her arms “You’re alright love, easy mistake to make. We don’t exactly scream it from the rooftops” you coo before your expression softens to something vulnerable, the same vulnerability you showed when you asked her out “I only have one question”

“What would that be?” she reaches out to your jacket before sweetly patting it and withdrawing her hands, an act which makes you smile a bit

“Who do you want to introduce me as?”

She looks at you confused “What do you mean?”

“Like” your hands drop down to take hers “as your new friend…or…”

“Or?” she extends the syllables

“More than a friend”

Her lips make an ‘o’ shape “I hadn’t thought about that” she answers honestly

“That's okay” she can hear the slight hurt in your voice you try and mask, the small crack when you said that's breaks her heart “I can just be your friend until you want to tell them otherwise…if you want otherwise of course” you let out a nervous giggle, accompanied by an uncharacteristic shy smile “I might have misread everything” you confess, swallowing hard

“You haven’t misread anything sweets” she replies right away, the very pet name that had been on her tongue all day slipping out

She was about to apologise for the slip when she saw your face. How the tables had turned, she had rendered you quite flustered

“Can you say that last part again?” your hands squeeze hers

“Sweets?” she repeats and your cheeks rise, lips pressing together “You like it?”

“Love it” you whisper before leaning in “Can I?”

She doesn’t answer, instead leans in, pressing her lips against yours firmly. You chuckle into it, hand moving to cup her cheek and gently parting your lips

“Something wrong?” she panics

You shake your head, pecking her nose “Nothing, you’re just cute is all” you say with the upmost endearment “Was that your first kiss?”

“Was it that obvious!” she exclaims, burying her head into your chest “I’m sorry” whines

She can feel the vibrations of your chest before you course her to look at you “Maybe a little” you admit but as embarrassed as she was your gaze was so soft it made her feel okay again “Why don’t we try it again but this time copy my movements”

She nods, perking up at the idea of kissing you again. Your thumb brushes over her cheek down to her lips, pulling down the bottom one before leaning in. Your softer than she was, lips moving slowly until she finally begins to copy.

To start it’s a little awkward as she’s thinking too…

“Don’t overthink it lovely” you murmur “Let yourself melt into it”

She does just that, lips moving in sync as the world around her is forgotten.

Not seeing her two twits of friends coming out of a nearby shop, one in a happy shock the other like his brain stopped working, or the two identical people down the road, one smiling proudly before telling the other that was his doing. Nor did she see the three professors, two who would later be her father in laws, all smiling to themselves and exchanging money

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Hey Gabriella, it's me again 😊

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Sick Day | F.W.

Like every year, winter was almost upon the earth.

Fred already saw the tell-tale signs; the bundle of sweaters folded in a pile at the foot of your bed, the cup of tea you always drank after meals, and the way you would so often rub your nose.

As he predicted, you didn’t come down for breakfast this particular morning.

Gently knocking on the door of your dorm out of respect, Fred didn’t wait for an answer before opening it, to be met with the sight of a huddle of blankets under your body.

“Hey.” The ginger greeted softly, sitting by the foot of your bed while putting down the plate of toast he brought on top of your trunk.

“Go away Freddie.” Despite your command, the pout he could practically hear in your voice told him otherwise, “You could get sick.”

He hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your burning forehead, “You know I don’t care about that bug. Do you want me to bring you to Madam Pomfrey?”

“Nope.” You groaned as the pain caused by shaking your head crashed down on you, “I’ll just sleep this off.”

“Shh.” Fred prompted, stroking your hair, “I’ll take care of you then.”

You peaked at your boyfriend from under the covers, “But-”

“No buts.” He interrupted with a smile.

–

“Here.” Fred carefully handed you the cup of peppermint tea, “Feeling better?”

“A bit.” You smiled, blowing at the steam rising from the cup, “No thanks to you though.”

He dramatically gasped, despite knowing that you were teasing, “You wound me woman.”

“I’m kidding.” You laughed, taking a sip, “Where did you learn to do all this anyway?”

“I’m offended that you think I can’t make a simple cup of tea.”

“Idiot. I was talking about playing nurse.”

Your boyfriend smiled sheepishly, “Well I kinda just picked it up, since I helped mum around whenever George, Ron or Ginny would get sick.”

“Aaw,” You could’ve literally melted into a puddle at the image of Fred taking care of his sick siblings, “That’s sweet.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged before leaning forward to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “But at least those come in handy now, don’t they?”

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peeves-gurl · 2 years

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Dare

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 6.5 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Finally, we're on Part 3! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story.

This part contains smut. There is a warning on the divider. In case you don't want to read it, you can skip to the ending. You won't miss much. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 2

Ivy felt confident in her look. She picked a plain white A-Line dress and matching white stilettos for the evening, along with silver hoop earrings and an old bracelet, with a hanging charm. She used curlers to make her wavy hair more defined and put on light make-up, but went with the bold red lipstick to complete her look. She wanted to look good for the evening, try and find a man who may take her mind off the one she’d given her heart to. The party was meant to start at six in the evening, and true to her style, she reached on time, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun. Taking a seat at the otherwise empty bar, she waited for the other attendees.

Fred was running late as usual. He was hesitant to go to the party, because he knew it would be impossible for him to find someone as good as Ivy. He’d decided his outfit with Lee’s help the previous day but it took him a lot of effort to convince himself to put it on. After making a few changes to the original idea, he peered into the mirror, fixing his hair while getting a look at his clothes- a white and blue pinstriped shirt, with blue pants and his usual brown leather watch, that perfectly matched the colour of his shoes and belt. He reached the pub around six thirty in the evening, and walked through the slowly filling up party hall, admiring the changes that had been made to the place since Tom’s son, Ethan had taken over. The place looked a lot cleaner, and much more welcoming. It wasn’t as dingy as previously, and there were party lights, currently switched to the normal lighting mode, but ready for the dance later in the evening. He scanned the room for any girl who may grab his attention, but found none. They were all too over dressed, or under dressed. Some were already drunk, barely able to stand. Others were standing amidst groups of men, clearly not looking for someone to spend more than a night with. A drink was all he would need to settle his mind. Maybe then he could relax a bit, be the old Fred Weasley who didn’t care about the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Ivy sat at the bar, sipping a cocktail, completely unbothered about the growing party behind her. She had been approached by three guys so far, but not one of them tickled her fancy. How could they, when her standards were as high as Fred Weasley?

Fred saw Ivy leaning against the bar, astonished to see a girl as beautiful as her all alone. She was sipping a pinkish coloured drink tapping her heels to the music. He thought she looked absolutely perfect, angelic even. There probably was some kind of magnetic pull between them, because he didn’t realise when he was next to her, opening his mouth to speak.

“Fancy seeing you here, Roberts.” Fred’s voice said from next to her, and she immediately turned to look at him.

“Hi Weasley!” She grinned. “Looking good.”

She internally cringed at how quickly the compliment had slipped out of her lips, but Fred’s smile grew wider at that.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on his toned chest, slightly exposed through the top two buttons of his shirt that he’d left open and the rolled up sleeves that showed off the veins on his arms. There goes her plan of getting over him, right out of the window. She’d grow old and die before getting over him if he looks that amazing.

“You look great too, Ivy. Good old Gryffindor bracelet.” He smirked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not!” She replied, sliding over and allowing him to sit on the bench next go her.

“Now show me that.” He said, gently pulling the martini glass out of her hands and taking a sip. “Nice choice.”

“I do have the best choice,” She retorted.

“Cosmopolitan, isn’t it? Didn’t think of you as a vodka person.” He teased, drinking down the rest of it in one go.

“You haven’t seen me party yet, Fred.” She said honestly.

“I’d love to see you doing anything darling.” He mumbled incoherently, eyeing her up and down in the white dress. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way, but seeing the fabric clinging delicately to her waist made him want to run his hands all over her.

“What was that?” She asked, raising one eyebrow.

“I said, I expect you to order some more for me to steal darling,” He lied, biting his lower lip.

Ivy was used to his flirtatious comments by now, and she knew they didn’t mean anything, but they still made her blush each time. Rolling her eyes, she ordered some more drinks for them both.

“I let you pay for dinner the other night, so it’s on me this time,” She said.

“Yes ma’am.” Fred answered.

“How the fuck are you not even tipsy yet?” Fred asked some drinks, and a lot of random chatter later.

“I’m quite a party animal Mister, didn’t I mention?” She said simply. “Plus, you’re not tipsy either.”

“It takes something stronger than these little tiny shots to take me down love.” He said, before leaning in and taking in another one.

“You know, if you keep sitting with me, they’ll think we’re together, and you won’t find someone you’re actually interested in,” Fred said.

“I’m not looking for anyone tonight honestly,” She said. Her plan had been watered down the minute Fred had walked in, and she couldn’t think of looking at any other guys as long as Fred Weasley’s handsome face stayed in her mind. She’d try next time, at some other party. Just one more night of being in love with him couldn’t hurt her too much. “The same goes for you though. Go ahead, find yourself a nice girl. I’ll just relax here with Ethan.” She said, motioning to the bartender.

“I only came here because Sophie forced me. She made Lee choose my outfit too,” He said reassuringly. He was sure she must be joking. Did she actually expect him to make a move on another girl, when she, Ivy Roberts, the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, sat right there? He wanted to spend that night with her, just as a friend, being in love with her. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate it in any way, but he couldn’t change his own mind. “Now that I have the drinks, and I have you, I’m not moving.” He stated, earning a light chuckle from her. “By the way, did you buy your dress for Oliver’s wedding?”

“Nope. I have no idea what it should be like.” She responded, fidgeting with her rings.

“Oh come on! Wear anything you want. Just tell me what colour you get, so I can buy myself a tie of the same colour as my date’s dress.” He reminded, earning a shy smile and nod from her.

A few more hours passed the same way. They’d talked non-stop about their school memories, and all the times they’d driven poor McGonagall mad, and finally the two were bored of sitting around, having nothing else to do.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance Fred?” Ivy asked, looking at the flashing lights over them. “There’s this really pretty girl looking at you from the dance floor.”

“Nope. You should go if she’s that pretty.” He teased.

“Mmm no thanks. I’m not into girls.”

“Shame.” He said, sounding slightly bored. “Let’s go to my place and watch a movie.”

“I’ve got to get home,” She replied. She was afraid that if she found herself alone with him, she might end up doing something stupid and regretting it later.

“C’mon Ivy, don’t be a bore! Floo back to your place after the movie. I don’t want to be alone.” He pleaded, wanting to spend just a bit more time around her.

“Alright. Just one movie.”

They stumbled into Diagon Alley, headed towards Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. It was a long walk, about fifteen minutes, and they’d decided against apparating with all that alcohol in their systems. Fred slipped his hand into Ivy’s without a second thought, intertwining their fingers. Ivy felt a slight tingle running down her spine at the gesture but oddly enough, it felt natural this time, as if this was how they were meant to be. She began to swing their hands between them as Fred chuckled, joining her action.

“Wanna play a game until we get there?” He asked lightly.

“What game?” She questioned.

“Truth or Dare. You go first.”

“Sure. Truth.”

“Hmmm let’s see...” He said, thinking while swinging their hands between themselves.

Ivy waited patiently for him to come up with something. He always came up with something, it was one of the things she admired so much about him.

“Are you in love with someone?” He asked after a bit, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

“Wh-Why do you think I’d be in love with someone?” She asked nervously. She didn’t make it obvious, did she?

“You weren’t interested in anyone tonight. Either you already love someone else, or you’re trying to copy me.” He said, nudging her shoulder with his own and smirking. “Now answer my question.”

Ivy’s brain literally switched off. She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. She wished he would stop staring at her like that. Too much pressure on a little girl.

“I- Fred...” She mumbled, the heat steadily rising to her face, making her cheeks as red as his hair.

“So I should take that as a yes?” He teased, coming to a halt on the sidewalk, still swinging their hands.

“Yes.” She said finally, looking down at her feet. What if he knew? Was he just teasing her so that he could laugh at her?

Fred’s mind went blank. He sort of expected her to say yes, but now that she’d said it, it was definite. Ivy was in love with someone, most definitely not him. It broke the little hope that had built up in his heart through the night.

“Who’s it?” He asked, trying his best to sound casual, plastering a fake smile onto his face while his heart felt like ripping out of his chest.

“Yo- No wait! One question at a time.” She said, quickly. “You can’t ask me a second question.”

“You’re evil.” He huffed, a tiny smile playing on his lips at the frightened look on her face. “I won’t tell them.”

“They’d know anyways.” She said, walking again.

“How?”

“Ask me next round and I might tell you.” She said, making a mental note to not choose ‘Truth’ again. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare baby!” He shouted in his thick accent.

Ivy took a second to think, before tugging his hand to get his attention. “See that old wizard there? Convince him to support Chelsea Football Club in the match next week.”

“Easy.” He grinned, walking to the said man and pulling her along.

“Good evening Sir. How are you doing?” He asked the man politely.

“Doing well son, how about you?” The man smiled.

“Alright, could do better.” Fred replied.

“How can I help the two of you?” The man asked.

“Well Sir, do you happen to know anything about muggle football?”

“Oh yes, yes! You’ve come to the right man, my boy! I’m muggle born, absolutely love football.” He grinned.

“Well then Sir, you make my job easy.” Fred said, returning his grin. “My dearest friend here,” he said motioning to Ivy, “wants me to convince you to support Chelsea in the next match.”

“Oh don’t you worry, young lady.” The man chuckled, unzipping his jacket. “Your friend doesn’t have to convince me.”

To Ivy’s surprise, he was wearing a yellow Chelsea jersey, the most recent edition. “Job done. Go enjoy your night!” The man said, patting Fred’s shoulder.

“Thank you Sir.” Ivy smiled at the man, as Fred bid goodbye to him and lead her away from him.

“How’d you get so lucky?” She laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“I’m always lucky,” He boasted. “Back at you now. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” She said immediately.

“That’s not fair. You know what I was about to ask!” He said.

“Exactly. Try giving me a more innocent dare, will you?”

“Alright, you have your phone with you?”

“Yup.”

“Text the person you’re in love with. Tell them how you feel,” He said. Crazy as it may sound, he wanted to see Ivy with someone else. In his mind, it was the only way he could get over her.

“Why are you so invested in my love life?” She protested, hoping to get him to change the challenge. What would his reaction be when he’d receive the message?

“Because you’re my friend. And I want you to not end up like me.” He said, trying to not let his real emotions slip through the tough facade he was putting up.

“Oh alright!” She said, pulling up her courage to do it, once and for all. How bad could it get?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket as Fred dragged her to a corner of the street.

She looked for Fred’s contact, clicked it and chose the ‘type message’ option. She took one last look upwards, towards the man she was deeply in love with. He was standing opposite her, looking at her encouragingly. He could only see the back of the phone, not the screen. Taking a deep breath, she began to click the keys, typing ‘I love you’ with shaky hands and pressing ‘Send’.

Any moment now. Any moment, Fred’s phone would buzz, and he’d receive her text. And then she’d loose his friendship. That was it.

“Done?” He asked, still remaining respectful enough to not look at the screen.

“Done.” She replied, almost shivering with nerves.

“Can I check?” He asked, trying to keep himself from crying.

“Sure.” Ivy replied, turning the phone towards him, making sure her thumb covered the contact name. She wanted to take as much time as she got, before it got too awkward for them to even stand in the same room.

Fred’s face fell when he saw the words on the screen. Ivy had sent out an ‘I love you’ text to someone. She did actually love someone. It was real. She wasn’t his, and would never be.

“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked worriedly, watching his expressions. Did she not cover it properly? Had he already seen it?

“No.. nothing.” He brushed off. “Your phone doesn’t have network Ivy. The message is in your Outbox.”

“Oh. So I’ll delete it!” She said happily.

“No you will not!” He said, snatching her phone away and closing the messaging app using the red button on the right, without looking at the screen. She didn’t wish to show him who she loved, and it wasn’t any of his business either. All he needed to know was that it wasn’t him. He never had a chance. “This stays in my pocket until your lover texts back.”

“Fred no, please!”

“No Ivy. You’re making the first move.” He said, stuffing it away. “My turn. I choose dare.”

“Fine.” Ivy said, giving up and beginning to walk again. At least he hadn’t received the message yet. She had a few more minutes until her phone began receiving network again. Maybe once they’d reach the shop, he’d get the message, some the network was pretty strong there. “I dare you to do something you’ll regret later.”

Ivy was the only thing on Fred’s mind. And he knew he would regret confessing his feelings to her. And this might be his last chance to tell her how he felt, he was sure the man she’d texted loved her back, because who wouldn’t love a girl as perfect as her. He stopped on the sidewalk again, facing her, and she faced him back. This was it.

“I’m in love with you Ivy,” He said, without any hesitation.

Ivy was lost for words. This obviously had to be one of her dreams again. Her imagination was beginning to get wild, completely out of her control, too clouded by Fred. She was brought back to her senses when she found herself looking into Fred’s eyes, his sincerity clear.

“Fred-“ she started in disbelief, immediately interrupted by him.

“I know you don’t feel the same Ivy, and it’s alright. I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.” He began, quickly letting her hand free.

“Fred no-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s my fault and I know you want to get back to your place now.” He rambled, looking away from her. He put one hand on his hip, the other lightly tugging his own hair in frustration.

“Fred, listen to me.”

“I’ll get you a taxi, and you can go away, and I promise I’ll never see you again if you don’t want me to.”

She reached her hand out towards him, holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger to turn his head to face her. He shut up, looking down at her sadly.

“I’m in love with you Fred.”

Now it was his turn to stare at her in disbelief. There was no way she’d actually said that to him.

“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean Ivy.”

“I mean it. I love you.” She said sincerely.

There was barely a second’s pause, before he leaned in, trapping her lips in his own. The kiss was sweet, gentle, full of hesitation, yet loving. Ivy had just began to process the feeling of his lips against hers, when he pulled away.

“You deserve better than me Ivy. You’re not doing it because you feel bad for me right?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you calling my emotions fake?” She said in an irritated tone. “I wouldn’t mind if you tell me now that this was a joke to you Fred, but don’t you dare say my feelings aren’t real. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I know that I’m in love with you.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning closer to her again, their lips brushing as they stared unblinkingly into each other’s eyes. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I really love you.”

Without another word, she raised one hand, placing it behind his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He gripped her waist with both his hands, pulling her closer without breaking the kiss, that grew more heated with each passing moment. His mind was clouded by her. It took all of his strength to stop himself from holding her impossibly close to himself and never letting her leave. Ivy couldn’t get over the feeling of his lips moving on hers, perfectly in sync, as if he wanted to imprint every bit of her onto himself. She felt dizzy with excitement, and wrapped her other hand around his neck too, making him lean even closer, if that was possible. Her fingers found their way to his soft hair, tugging gently, making him groan against her mouth before pulling away. Her lips chased his, making him chuckle slightly, and he pecked them again.

Looking around, they blushed at the realisation of in the middle of Diagon Alley, giving passers-by quite a show.

“We can continue this at my place if you want.” Fred said in a hoarse whisper as they resumed their walk towards the shop.

“Mhmm... A bit of privacy would be nice.” She agreed with a slight smirk.

“I think so too.” He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.

Ivy stood up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before turning to the ground and blushing furiously. Fred turned towards her, a soft smile on his lips. Tucking the hair that curtained her face from him behind her ear, he kissed her temple, then the top of her head, before burying his nose in her hair. “You smell amazing.”

“I’ve dreamed of this exact thing so many times... Walking on the street with you so close to me,” She confessed shyly.

“I’ll make all your dreams come true Ivy.” He said.

“No,” She said softly, taking him by surprise. “Stay with me while I make my dreams come true.”

“Promise,” He smiled.

The rest of the way to the shop passed rather quickly, with soft kisses and shy glances exchanged between the new lovers. As soon as they reached the shop, Ivy made her way to the front entrance, but Fred grabbed her arm, getting her attention. He smirked, shaking his head from side to side, and gently pulled her towards the back of the shop. They stopped in the corner between Number 92 and 93, a smirk etched to Fred’s face.

“What are we here for, Fred?” Ivy asked, confused.

“Hmm, you’ll see.” He replied, gently pressing her against the wall and dropping his forehead against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, and then slowly trailed them down to her hips, caressing her with his fingers. He prodded her mouth open with his tongue, and Ivy could taste the cocktails they had been feasting over just half an hour back on his tongue.

The kiss slowly grew heavier, neither of them breaking free to breathe, and turning into complete messes in each other’s arms. Ivy’s hands now rested against his chest, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. Feeling a surge of confidence, she slid her hands towards the buttons, popping the third and fourth one open without him realising, and letting her fingers glide across his skin. Fred gasped at the touch of her skin against his, before smirking against her lips and roughly squeezing her hips. Ivy moaned at that, and he quickly pulled away from her lips to smirk down at her. She looked up at him with the same expression, and in the dim lighting, she could make out how his pupils were enlarged, and her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s really turned on.” She said huskily, jerking her hips forward, grinding against him and earning a slow groan.

“You see what you do to me Ivy? Nobody’s ever made me feel this way.” He whispered into her ear, tightening his grip on her, starting to move his hips in sync with hers.

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you,” She started, “that the moment I saw you in this shirt, I wanted to rip it off you?”

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you I have similar thoughts about your dress?” He replied with a smirk.

“I don’t quite enjoy the idea of stripping against a wall, Fred.” She teased, picking up her pace against his hips and threading her fingers through his hair.

“Well then I think I should do what I came here for, Ivy.” He said, kissing her one more time before releasing her. He pulled his wand out and walked towards the wall, tapping against the bricks in a specific pattern, and a door appeared in the wall.

“So you don’t plan on killing me in a dark corner of the alley?” She mused, watching him open the door and walk up a staircase.

“No love, too risky to kill you in a dark alley, might raise suspicion. My flat’s a better place for that.” He replied in the same tone, nodding his head and motioning her to follow.

“Do you take last wishes?” She asked, walking right behind him now.

“Depends. If you ask for the best sex of your life, I can’t exactly decline, can I?” He retorted, without turning back.

“The best huh?” She said, walking into his flat, and he quickly shut the door and pinned her against it, placing his hands on either side of her head, caging her between his arms.

“You doubt it?” He asked in a breathy voice.

“I don’t believe it till I see it darling.”

With that, Fred connected their lips once more, and Ivy took the opportunity to let her tongue roam his mouth this time. He pulled away soon, trailing wet kisses down her jaw, before sucking a spot on her neck, definitely leaving a mark. Ivy moaned softly, tugging his hair a little.

“Should I stop?” He whispered against her skin.

“Please don’t stop.” She answered, breathing heavily.

“I love you so much Ivy.” He said, kissing her lips once more, cupping her bum.

She took the cue and jumped, and he caught her, allowing her to wrap both her legs around his waist. With their lips still glued together, he carried her to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed. Ivy quickly settled on top of him, straddling him and beginning to kiss his neck, leaving stains of her red lipstick all over his skin. She gently undid the last two buttons of his shirt, leaving his torso exposed to her. She trailed her kisses downwards, onto his chest, while slowly rocking her hips against his and earning a few moans from his lips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said, looking up at him once more.

“No.” He said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I want you.”

She tugged the ends of his opened shirt, and he obliged, pulling his hands away from her body and discarding the shirt into some corner of the room. Ivy stood up from his lap, getting rid of her heels as Fred fiddled with the hem of her dress.

“Can I rip it off?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’d never see me in it again.” She warned, raising one eyebrow.

“I’ll repair it later.”

“Doesn’t feel the same. The edges get rough so I won’t wear it.”

“Nope. Can’t risk it.” He grinned, looping his arms around her and pulling down the zipper.

He toyed with the straps for a moment, before pulling them down, sliding the dress off her waist and adding to the pile of clothes. He looked up at her with lust filled eyes, tracing her figure with his fingers and rubbing her nipples through the lacy white strapless bra, and she moaned softly at the touch, before sitting back on top of him. Kissing his lips, she leaned him back slowly, until his back was flat against the duvet, their chests pressed together.

Ivy knew the man in front of her was truly special. Everything about him was perfect, as if he’d been made just for her. And she wanted him to know how much she admired him, turn every single one of his insecurities into something he could be proud of.

“You’re so perfect Fred.” She said, tracing his jaw with her finger. “How are you so perfect?” She placed wet kisses all over his cheekbones and jaw, aware that she couldn’t get enough of him.

Fred had always been the most confident person in the room, along with his twin. Ever since the war, his confidence dwindled. But when he was with Ivy, he felt absolutely free. Free from all his insecurities, free to be himself, the mischievous boy he had always been. And when she said things like that to him, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love towards her.

She slowly moved herself off him, trailing her kisses downwards, leaving painless marks all over his chest and stomach as he played with her hair. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she ran her palm over his clothed erection, before settling over the buckle of his belt, looking at him for permission.

“Go on darling. No need to ask me.” He said breathlessly.

Ivy immediately unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor, as Fred kicked off his shoes. She then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down his legs and off his feet, leaving him only in his boxers.

Fred suddenly felt conscious of his left leg. Nobody had seen him this way for years. But Ivy was quick to understand what he was going through, and she gently began to caress both his legs with her hands, and then leaving wet kisses all over, aware that he could feel every bit of it.

As much as she loved seeing him squirming under her, she wanted to pleasure him. So she hooked her fingers around his boxers, pulling them down, and letting his erection free. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she licked her lips, before locking eyes with Fred. He winked cheekily at her, making her blush, and he let out a slight chuckle at her flustered look. In return, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, fisting him, and his laughter quickly turned into uncontrollable moans. She ran her thumb over his swollen tip, letting a few beads of his precum drip down his length, and he gasped, shutting his eyes tight and bucking his hips upwards into her hand.

Letting out a chuckle at his desperation, she dipped her head down, slipping her tongue out and gently circling his tip with it. Fred’s eyes flew open at touch of her tongue against his sensitive head. He let out a loud moan that made her laugh again.

“So desperate, darling.” She whispered.

“Please Ivy.” He replied in a strained voice.

“If you ask so politely,” she smiled, and opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around his length, taking in as much as she could without gagging.

All her mind could focus on was the way Fred moaned her name as she moved her mouth on him, sucking enthusiastically. One of his hands was resting on the bedsheet, tugging it hard. The other was tangled in her hair as he watched her intently, his cock slipping in and out of her. She gradually increased her pace, enjoying the way the sounds from his throat became louder and hoarser. Her panties soaked with her own wetness and she was aching for release, but all she focused on was the man in front of her. She could taste his precum, oozing out of his tip, as he twitched in her mouth, signalling he was close. She began to move as fast as she could, and Fred picked his other hand off the bedsheets to move it onto her back. He fiddled with her bra clasp, managing to open it, dropping it down and exposing her breasts to him.

“Ivy.. oh.. love.” He said in a shaky voice, and she hummed with him deep in her throat. Fred couldn’t contain himself anymore, allowing himself to come undone, his release hit the back of her throat. Ivy happily swallowed all of it, moving her head at a slower pace and helping him ride out his orgasm.

She pulled away from him with a slight ‘pop’, moving upwards and putting her mouth onto his. Fred moaned at his own taste on her tongue, cupping her cheek and deepening the kiss, before letting her pull away.

“Are you okay?” She asked, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone.

“Absolutely amazing.” He smiled, his cheeks tinged a deep shade of pink. He pulled her down once more, kissing her lips softly.

Fred quickly flipped her over, making her gasp at the sudden movement as he climbed on top of her. He hovered above her for a moment, before shifting his weight to one arm, using the other to roll her pebbled nibbles between his fingers. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it while kneading her left breast with his hand, as she sighed and tugged onto his hair. Once he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to the left one, giving it the same amount of attention by sucking and nibbling on her flesh.

He finally pulled off her, making her whine in protest.

“Patience sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling off her white lace knickers, leaving her completely bare in front of himself.

He bent her knees upwards while spreading her legs apart, admiring how soaked she was. Without warning, he pressed his fingers to her aching clit, and she moaned loudly, bucking her hips into his hand. Fred used his other hand to push her hips downwards, back into the bed, as he traced gentle circles on her bud. He loved seeing how much he affected her, how much she begged him to let her come undone. He picked up his speed, flicking her sensitive clit faster between his fingers, making a mess out of the beautiful woman under him. And when he felt her clit throb as she neared her release, he pulled his fingers off her.

“Fr-Fred no ,” she begged breathlessly, once again moving her hips, trying to get him to touch her where she needed him most.

“Shh,” he coaxed, running her hands over her thighs and spreading her legs wider.

“Please!”

“Yes darling. No need to beg.” He said, lightly smacking her ass and slipping two fingers into her cunt, curling them to make her gasp. “Better?”

Ivy nodded and arched her back as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of her. She gazed at him through her half lidded eyes, watching the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, before he dived and attached his lips to her clit. Her hands immediately went up to his hair, tugging the copper strands while he pleasured her.

Fred enjoyed his room being filled with her pants and moans as he got her closer to her high with his mouth and fingers. He loved the sight in front of him as she gave him all. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, but the way she was moaning underneath him at the moment made him hard once again, and he was desperate to see her come. He sensed her getting closer once again, and he moved his fingers faster, making her reach the peak of her pleasure, moaning his name and making him feel like he could come once more just at the view.

Fred sat up in between her legs, rubbing the sides of her waist as she came down from her high. As soon as she was able to regain some control, she grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him down in a heated kiss. Feeling his hardness against her thigh, she teasingly moved her leg against it, making him gasp into her mouth.

“I don’t use birth control.” She stated in between kisses.

“I’m glad you don’t. It’s terrible for your health,” He replied seriously. “I don’t mind using a condom forever, but I won’t ever let you have those pills.”

Ivy felt taken aback by this. He was being a true gentleman, a perfect person in fact, concerned for her safety over his pleasure. She’d never felt so cared for in her life.

“You’re amazing Fred. I love you.” She said before kissing him again.

“I love you too Ivy.” He replied, getting off her and walking to his bedside table to take out a condom. “Remind me to thank Lee for this tomorrow.”

He tore the packaging open and carefully slipped the condom on, then returned to his position on the bed.

“We can stop if you want to.” He said reassuringly, waiting for her response.

“No. I need you Fred.” She said, spreading her legs and allowing him to sit between them.

He started playing with her nipples once again, and then kissed her neck and waist gently. He aligned himself with her entrance, before locking eyes with her for permission, and she nodded eagerly, so he let himself slip into her, both of them moaning at the new sensation.

“Please move Fred.” She said, digging her fingers into the flesh right under his shoulders.

He complied with her request, beginning to move slowly and gradually picking up pace. A few sharp thrusts and whispered love professions were all they needed to reach heaven in each other’s arms. Ivy was still under the effects of her first orgasm, so she was the first to give away, screaming his name as he helped her ride out her second high. It didn’t take Fred long before he came again as well, filling the condom with his release.

Once Fred had reluctantly pulled out of her, he walked to the bathroom to dispose the condom and came back with a damp washcloth to help her clean up.

He lay down on the bed next to her, running his fingers through her hair that he’d just messed up. Ivy shifted closer to him, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.

Fred smiled, remembering the times he’d imagined this exact scene before he fell asleep at night. He looked down at the woman in his arms and felt like he could stay there forever. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to her head. Ivy turned her head to face him, and kissed his lips softly.

“What are you all smiley about?” She asked, placing both her hands on his chest, one on top of the other, and then resting her head over them.

“Just thinking...” He said with a cute smile.

“About?”

“About you. And about the number of times I’ve imagined you here with me, in this exact same position.” He said, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over it.

Ivy opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted when a loud buzzing tone rang out from Fred’s phone. He reached out to his bedside table, picking it up and holding it up to his face to read the message. She watched intently as his lips spread into a grin, and he turned the phone around for her to read the message.

IVY: I love you

“Looks like my phone finally has network.” She smiled.

“I love you.” He said honestly.

“Thanks.” She replied cheekily, pressing her lips to his chest.

“Thanks? All I get is thanks?” He asked, amusedly.

“Reply to my text and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

Fred immediately began to type, and a minute later, Ivy recognised her phone’s message tone ringing from some corner of the room.

“Since your phone is still in my pocket, here you go.” He said, turning his phone towards her.

IVY: I love you

FRED: I love you too darling :D

She gave him a satisfied smile before speaking. “I love you Fred,” She said.

“I know.” He replied with a shit eating grin. Ivy slightly smacked his chest, feigning annoyance, and then both of them began to giggle like school kids.

“Now that I have you,” He said, wrapping both his arms around her waist, “can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Don’t we have to be there at George’s place for the baby’s gender reveal?” She reminded.

“In the evening, yes. But in the morning, why don’t we go shopping for Ollie’s wedding outfits?” He suggested. “A nice little shopping date, just for us.”

“Done.” She grinned, before he pulled her in and crashed their lips together again.

A/N: You've reached the end of this fic. If you've made it this far, THANK YOU!! Posting this has been nerve racking, and I'm so thankful for all the support. I'd really appreciate feedback 🧡

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