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lovegoodlane · 4 months

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Request: can u make perverted fred or George weasley where like he gets hard when he accidentally saw readers panties or bra then eventually a smut and later on fluff?. Thank u!! (you can ignore this if u want)

A/N: Ahhhh!!!!! My first request! I got this forever ago before I fell off the face of the earth because of work and college :/ I hope I do this justice :) Do feel free to put in requests for one shots. Enjoy! Love, b

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Peeping in Potions

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Warnings: Sexual content (peeping?, oral sex [female receiving], fingering, vaginal sex)

Words: 3k

Fred and George were in Potions together, causing mischief as usual. This was nothing new for them, and weekly detention was commonplace during their years at Hogwarts. The school year had just begun, so the students were still settling in to their new classes and routines.

The twins were fooling around by turning the sprigs of lavender they had laid out on their desk into mice, unleashing them onto the floor of the classroom. They watched with glee as their fellow students shooed the mice away, or even ran away screeching.

This was a harmless prank compared to some of the things that they had pulled in the past. They had quite the reputation at Hogwarts, and they intended to keep their reputation by starting out Sixth Year with a bang.

Fred watched as a mouse scurried up to the table that you were working at, but you were distracted with your work, looking down into your cauldron. The mouse began crawling up your shoe, clawing the frilly socks sticking out of your loafers. You reached down to scratch your ankle, but a small gasp left your lips as you noticed the mouse.

"Aw, hi there, darling," you said to the mouse, getting up from your seat.

The mouse had detached from your shoe, and instead sniffed your bag that was propped against the leg of your desk. You bent down, carefully scooping up the small creature in your hands.

Fred had been watching you this entire time, hoping that he would get a reaction out of you from the mouse prank. His jaw dropped as you bent over.

Your movement exposed your white lace panties, even if it was only for a moment. You had grown over the summer, gaining most of your height in your legs. Your skirts from last year were a tad too short, but you hadn't had time to get new ones yet.

Fred's cheeks began to burn. He knew that you had not meant for him to see your panties, but he couldn't help himself. He had fancied you for the past year, but his crush manifested in teasing you senseless. You two had never had any interactions that could be deemed as romantic, but yet his feelings still persisted.

He knew it was wrong to be turned on by what he had seen, but he couldn't help it. Fred tried to calm himself, taking slow and deep breaths. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to focus on something else. That's when he noticed it.

His pants felt tighter than they did when class started, and now he knew why. He had an erection growing in his pants, an involuntary reaction to seeing so much of your bare flesh. He shook his head at himself, feeling even more embarrassed than before.

"Y'alright, Fred?" George asked, leaning his elbow on the table to peer over at his twin.

"Uh, yep. Just gonna....use the loo," Fred stuttered out, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the room.

The whole class turned, hearing Fred's sudden exit. You saw only his back and his fiery locks as he left the room in a seemingly frantic state. You had been friends with the twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts, so of course you were concerned. You peered over at George, shooting him a concerned glance.

Is he okay? you mouthed to George from across the classroom.

George shrugged in response, shaking his head.

It was unlike Fred to get flustered. He was the confident, suave, and utterly cheeky twin. He would never get this worked up over a silly crush.

Fred hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, navigating his way back to his dormitory. He felt like he didn't breathe on his entire journey back, and he huffed out a sign of relief once he had shut himself into the safety of his room.

He flopped himself onto his bed, groaning in embarrassment. Why was this happening to him? Sure, he had seen girls in their panties plenty of times. He was no stranger to sex and nudity, and the entirety of his year at Hogwarts knew this about him. Fred didn't understand why you were so different.

Fred laid on his bed sulking for the remainder of the hour until George returned to their dormitory. George entered their room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

"Want to explain what that was about?" George asked, his voice almost teasing.

Fred only grunted in response, throwing a pillow across the room at his twin. George laughed at him, crossing the room to sit on his own bed.

"You didn't bail on class just to lay in bed. Tell me what's going on," George said, prodding at him.

Fred finally sat up on his bed, peering over at George.

"I was having.....an issue," he said.

George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.

"Oh, I didn't know that Snape got you going," George teased. "I didn't realize that he was your type, being that he's old and all. And a man. And a Slytherin, at that."

"You know it wasn't about Snape, you git," Fred spat, heaving another pillow at his brother.

George caught the flying pillow, tossing it onto the floor in front of his bed.

"Then who was it about?" George asked, leaning back on his elbows.

Fred huffed again.

"It's....I saw....when (Y/N) bent over to pick up one of the mice, I saw her panties," Fred finally admitted, sounding embarrassed.

"I knew it!" George exclaimed, shooting up off of his bed. "I knew that you fancied (Y/N)!"

George was busy doing a celebratory dance around the room while Fred buried his face in his hands. Somehow admitting the truth of the situation to his twin made him feel even more embarrassed.

George finally stopped his excited little jig and turned to his brother.

"I think y'should ask her out," he suggested. "I think she fancies you too. And who knows, maybe you'll get to see her panties again."

Fred groaned and threw a final pillow at George. This situation was mortifying. But it wouldn't be Fred Weasley if he didn't go after exactly what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was you.

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It was the next evening at dinner when Fred made his move. A paper in the shape of a dove floated across the hall, landing in front of your plate. You stared at it in bewilderment for a moment before you caught Fred's eye. You reached forward to open the note.

Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.

It was a simple message; concise and to the point, but for some reason it made your stomach turn. You nodded at Fred, assuring him that you'd be there. You folded up the note, burying it in your pocket before any of your friends asked about it.

You had been crushing on Fred for years. His reputation as a player had kept you from making a move, and you were happy to at least have a friendship with him. Butterflies danced in your stomach, and you tried not to get your hopes up. He had never asked to meet you alone before.

It felt like the next couple of hours dragged on as you waited to meet Fred. Every possible scenario had played through your mind, and you were only beginning to feel more nervous.

Finally, it was time to set out for the Black Lake. You pulled on your favorite knit cardigan, sneaking out of the castle into the humid late summer air. You were careful not to be noticed as you made your way towards your meeting point with Fred.

Fred stood by the edge of the lake, skipping rocks off of its surface. You watched him for a moment, admiring how relaxed he was. This was rare for Fred, as he was always in a state of teasing someone or focused as he flew around the quidditch pitch.

As you approached, you could hear the plinking of the rocks as they skipped along the water. He had a blanket laid out behind him with a picnic basket beside it. You accidentally stepped on a stick as you crept closer, causing Fred to turn to you.

"Hey," he said, smiling at you as you approached.

He reached to hand you a rock, inviting you to join him. You stood in silence for a few minutes, skipping rocks together and waiting for the other to speak. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you asked, your voice small as you anticipated his response.

Fred stopped tossing rocks at the lake, taking in a deep breath as he turned to you.

"I've been meaning to tell you something," he said, looking down at you.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest. His height was intimidating as he peered down at you, and you couldn't breathe as you waited for him to continue speaking.

"I fancy you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. For once in his life, Fred seemed meek and almost embarrassed.

It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Fred Weasley fancied...you?

He watched your face carefully as different emotions flickered across it. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

You reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and your sudden movement caught him by surprise. His hands found your waist, and he returned your kiss.

You pulled apart momentarily, both looking at each other in disbelief. Both of your hearts were pounding as your chests heaved. You laughed, pulling him back into a kiss.

This time, your kisses were more urgent than before. His hands gripped at your waist, and his mouth left your lips and found its way to your neck. He left searing kisses from your ear all the way to your collarbone, and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips.

Fred ceased his actions, looking into your eyes for a moment. A grin spread across his face. This was a look that you knew all too well. Fred Weasley was up to no good.

Fred thought that his favorite sound in the world was the cheering Gryffindor crowd when their team won a quidditch match. Or the melodic plinking of the rain on the metal roof back home at the Burrow. Or maybe even the Muggle rock music CD that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday. That was until he heard you whimper. Now he was determined to do everything he could to hear that sound over and over again.

His lips found their way back to your neck, and his hands fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan.

"I want you, love," he said, still kissing your neck. "Do you want me, too?"

"Please," you hastily replied, pulling at the bottom of Fred's shirt.

He had managed to unbutton and tug off your cardigan, leading you to the blanket he had set up. He laid down on it, beckoning for you to join him.

You joined Fred on the blanket, straddling him and taking him by surprise. He had always known you as a somewhat shy, studious good girl. But he was liking this side of you too.

It was your turn to take control, and you sucked on a spot behind Fred's ear that you had a feeling would drive him crazy. He hands wandered to your thighs and he rubbed them lovingly, encouraging you to keep going.

You kissed your way down his neck, leaving purple marks behind. In one swift motion, you removed his shirt. You tried to keep things moving, but you couldn't help ogling at the boy laying between your thighs. You admired his toned physique from years of quidditch training.

While you were distracted, Fred took it as an opportunity to regain control. He flipped you on your back, earning a surprised giggle from you. He worked on the buttons of your jeans, his fingers expertly undoing them in what seemed like record time. He peered up at you.

"Is this alright, darling?" he asked, his eyes soft.

"Yes," you replied, pulling at his hair impatiently.

Fred resumed his work, pulling your jeans down your hips and off your legs. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight before him.

Lace panties. But this time, they were black.

He snapped himself back to reality, pulling your shirt over your head. You were left in just your underwear, eyes wide as you stared up at him. He had thought about you like this so many times, but now it was finally real.

Fred leaned down to kiss at the base of your neck, working his way down to the top of your breasts. He reached around your back and undid your bra like a pro, and you shimmied it down your arms and flung it to the side.

Fred resumed his blazing path of kisses, reaching your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. This earned him yet another whimper from you, which only encouraged him to continue.

He kissed all the way down to the waistband of your panties, and he paused for a moment to meet your eyes.

"I'm asking one more time, do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you whined at him, impatient as you waited for him to resume.

He looped his long fingers around the front of your panties, pulling them down your legs. Once they were out of the way, he gently spread your legs.

Fred hardened at the image before him. You laid there on the blanket, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and your legs spread open for him. He wanted to permanently etch this moment into his mind.

He positioned himself between your thighs, kissing the inside of your thigh and rubbing soothing circles into it. He worked his way closer to where you wanted him most. You were silently willing him to continue, eagerly waiting for him to touch you.

His trail of kisses had finally reached your center, and he placed a soft kiss right on your core. His eyes flitted up to yours, and a smirk drew across his lips.

Fred's tongue darted out, catching you by surprise. He expertly drew circles around your clit with his tongue, pausing to suck on it every few seconds.

You grabbed for the blanket, balling it in your fists as you tried not to scream. You knew that Fred had a reputation for making his rounds with the girls at Hogwarts, but you didn't expect him to be this good.

He dove one long finger into your opening, and you couldn't help the breathy moan that left your mouth.

Fred continued his motions, easing you open as he added another finger. Your moans were leaving your mouth in succession, and Fred was enjoying every moment of it.

His fingers hit the spot that made your back arch, and you felt your vision becoming fuzzy. He held onto one thigh for support as he worked his fingers into you, and he knew that you were close to finishing.

Fred slowly withdrew his fingers from your entrance, and you gave him a frustrated groan. He looked up at you, sucking his fingers into his mouth to remove your liquids from them. You stared at him with your mouth open, the lecture you were about to give him for edging you suddenly forgotten.

He quickly removed his trousers and underwear, revealing his hard cock. You had a feeling that it was going to be big; Fred Weasley was a tall boy, after all.

"I couldn't let you finish like that, love," he said, his voice teasingly sweet. "I want you to cum on my cock."

Your breath was stuck in your throat, his words choking you. Fred lined himself up between your legs and pressed himself to your entrance.

"Are you going to be good for me?" he asked, his gaze burning into you.

"Yes," you squeaked out, sounding pathetic beneath him.

Fred pushed into you slowly, taking his time to allow you to get comfortable. After a few strokes, he was able to work his way deeper inside of you and pick up his pace.

As he finally bottomed out, you reached up to touch his back.

"Freddie?" you asked, your voice small and sweet.

"Yes, love?" he responded, stalling his movements.

"I want you to fuck me...hard."

Fred's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smile tugged at his lips.

"Anything for you, darling," he said before pulling almost all the way out of you.

He pushed back into you, becoming harsher with every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he increased the pace, fucking you mercilessly on the blanket.

You both panted, nearing your highs. Fred reached down to find your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it to bring you closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, Freddie--" you whimpered, finally reached your orgasm.

Your back arched off of the hard ground, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. The pants that came out of your mouth would have been embarrassing if Fred had not been panting as well.

"I'm so close, love," he said, his voice strained. "Can you be good for me for just a little longer?"

You could do nothing but reply with a moan, still hazy from your own high. He continued his pace, thrusting into you to chase his finish.

Fred had finally finished, letting out a final groan in your ear. His chest was still heaving when he laid himself down onto you, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's closeness. It was Fred who spoke first.

"Why didn't we do this earlier?" he asked, his face still buried in your neck.

You giggled and rubbed his bare back.

"I don't know Freddie, I've fancied you for years. You could've had me whenever you wanted," you replied, tracing circles into his back with your nails.

"We have a lot of time to make up for then," he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you.

He bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Nights like these were definitely something that you could get used to.

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Canoe Lake | F.W.

Title: Canoe Lake (Percy Jackson!AU)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: The first anniversary is always important. But, what happens when your boyfriend forgets?

Being a demigod was more of monsters and battles than sunshine and rainbows.

Especially when dealing with the Godly parents who never seem to be content with their immortality and the various quests one has to put up with - it's a miracle you even have a love life at all.

Or maybe Aphrodite was just bored.

But, today couldn’t be a more peaceful, a more beautiful day at Camp Half-Blood.

Why? Because today was your first year anniversary with your lovely boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

Nobody would’ve thought that a son of Hermes and a daughter of Y/G/P would end up together. But, the whole camp practically shipped the two of you, nonetheless.

Looking for your boyfriend, you saw him hanging out with his twin by the canoe lake.

“Hi Freddie!” You greeted rather cheerfully, pecking him on the cheek.

“Hey princess.” He returned the greeting, giving you a huge smile, “What’s got you in a good mood?”

Giving him a slightly confused look, you asked, “Don’t you remember what day it is today?”

Fred thought about it for a moment, “Is it Friday?”

Your smile disappeared as your spirits were suddenly deflated, did he really forget?

“Yeah.” You nodded, forcing a smile, “It is. I actually remembered that Hermione and I have to go do something so I’ll catch you later.”

“You idiot.” George said as soon as you were out of sight, “Do you really not know what today is?”

His twin gave a confident grin, “Do you really think that I would forget the exact day that I asked the love of my life to be mine?”

“Then why did you-”

“Because, my dear brother, that is what you call the element of surprise. Which I will be needing if my plan is to be executed properly.”

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“Hey Y/N!” Hermione greeted, looking up from her book as you neared the Athena cabin.

“Hey.” You said quietly, sitting down next to her on the stairs, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, closing her book, “I would’ve expected you to be a bit more… cheery today. Isn’t it your anniversary with Fred?”

You sighed, “That’s exactly the reason why.”

Hermione’s forehead creased in confusion, “What do you mean? Don’t tell that he forgot about today.”

The sad smile that you gave her was enough of an answer.

Hermione tried to stand up but you stopped her by pulling her back down.

“I’m going to kill that idiot.” She muttered, glaring in Fred’s direction.

“Calm down Hermione, it’s not that big of a deal.” You shrugged.

She gave you a look, “Not that big of a deal? It’s your anniversary for crying out loud.”

“Seriously, it’s fine.” You insisted.

“No, it’s not.” She argued, “Y/N, this day signifies a huge milestone for your relationship. You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re not in the least bit angry that he forgot.”

“Fine.” You gave in, “Maybe I am mad. But, maybe I just don’t want to cause a scene which would lead to us fighting which, in turn, would lead to something worse.”

“You’re lucky my best friend needs comforting.” Hermione said with a humorless chuckle, “Or else I would’ve thrown your boyfriend into the lake.”

You gave her a grateful smile, “Thanks Hermione.”

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“You really think this idea isn’t, I don’t know, a little bit stupid?” Ginny asked.

Fred frowned, “No, I think it's actually brilliant.”

“Really?” Ginny deadpanned, “You don’t think she’ll be mad at you for ‘forgetting your anniversary’?”

“I know she will. But, it’ll be worth it. Trust me.” He shrugged.

“Well, you are the boyfriend. You’ll be the one facing her wrath anyway.”

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You sat on your bed inside your cabin, reading a book to take your mind off the fact that your special day with your boyfriend didn’t turn out to be that special at all.

A small knock came on the door of the cabin.

“Go away.” You muttered, turning another page of your book.

“Please.” Harry’s voice came from the other side of the door, “I know what’s happening and I swear, this is worth it.”

You closed the book, contemplating on whether or not you should open the door, “And you know this because?”

Harry grew silent for a moment, “I just do? You just have to trust me.”

You sighed, “if this has anything to do with Fred, I don’t want to talk to him today.”

Silence again. “I promise, it has nothing to do with him.”

“If I have to see him, I’m not buying you any chocolate for a week.”

You could’ve sworn Harry gulped, “I swear. Now will you please come out.”

Taking a deep breath and trying to make yourself as presentable as you could in your current state, you opened the door.

Harry flashed a sheepish grin, nodding in the direction of the canoe lake, “I swear, you’ll love it.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile before following him to the canoe lake.

You were lost in your train of thoughts that you had already reached the lake before you had realized that Harry had lagged behind you and now was nowhere to be found.

Directing your attention back to the scenery in front of you, a small gasp left your lips as you took in off what was actually to be seen.

A candle-lit table underneath the stars, two glasses of soda (funnily, poured into champagne glasses) and instead of the cliche vase of flowers, the centerpiece was a framed picture of you and Fred - taken six months ago.

“Surprise.” You didn’t even have to turn around to see who the owner of the voice was.

“Freddie,” You cooed, all anger and hurt fading away into the night as you threw your arms around your boyfriend.

Fred chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he kissed the side of your head, “Happy anniversary love. Did you really think that I would forget the day that the best thing that ever happened to me happened?”

You looked up at him, “So it was all a coy? All part of the plan?”

“Of course it was.” He smiled, “I only wanted to give you what you deserve for our first year celebration.”

You giggled, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a brief kiss to his lips, “and for the many more to come.”

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Crazier | F.W.

Title: Crazier

Requested: Yes/No [x]

Summary: Fred Weasley and Y/N make each other crazier. Based on the song: Crazier by Taylor Swift

You’ve never gone with the wind - just letting it flow. Letting it take you where it wanted you to go.

Until you met Fred Weasley.

When he opened the door, you realized that there was so much more that you’ve never seen before.

You tried to fly but couldn’t find wings - but he came along and changed everything.

You sat by the Black Lake, too focused on the story in your novel when the words and pages turned to black, a pair of hands covering your eyes.

By instinct, your hands detached themselves from the book and went to the hands covering your eyes.

Whoever was the “culprit” behind this didn’t speak - which was a smart choice, since that would’ve been a way to find out who it was.

Running your own hands over the ones that covered your eyes - you felt small bumps, calluses.

There were only two people who you knew that had calluses on their hands. And only one of them would be stubborn (and annoyingly hot) to interrupt you when you would be reading.

“Freddie.” You said, a small smile making its way to your lips.

“Nice try, love.” Fred’s voice reached your ears, the smile evident in his voice, “But, this is George.”

“Nice try too Freddie.” You said with confidence, “But, you know me better than that.”

You slightly squinted to adjust to the light as the hands left your eyes, Fred now sitting next to you.

“How do you even do that?” He asked with a fond smile, “Our own mother can’t even tell us apart but you can do it with almost no effort.”

You shrugged, closing your book, “That is a secret I will bring to my grave.”

Fred jutted his bottom lip out in a small pout, “Please. Just one little hint.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Nope.”

“Come on. I promise to buy you sweets the next time we go to Hogsmeade.” He said.

Raising a brow at him, you asked, “Promise.”

“Promise.”

“I can tell you apart in physical appearance. And not to mention that George’s hands are softer than yours.”

“You wound me, woman.” Fred said, feigning offence - causing you to laugh,

“Why? You were the one begging for hints.”

You had purposely left out one detail as to how you could successfully tell them apart - the way you felt around them.

George may be your best friend, but he was like a brother to you. Fred, on the other hand, had the ability to bring the butterflies in your stomach to life, he made your heart race whenever he would put his arm around you or brush his hand against yours.

George knew about your infatuation with his twin brother, but little did you know that he also knew about his twin brother’s infatuation with you.

You looked into your best friend’s eyes and you felt like you were falling. You got lost in them and you never wanted to find your way out, ever. You were crazy in love with him.

Fred Weasley made you crazier, crazier, crazier.

“Weasleys! L/N!” Filch’s rage rang through the halls of Hogwarts as you and the twins made your getaway, running away from the caretaker as fast as you could.

If someone had told yourself years ago that you would be turning a person’s beloved cat blue and escape with your two best friends - you would’ve said they were crazy.

Ever since you started Hogwarts, you watched as Fred made life his own. Every sky was his own kind of blue. He showed you what that felt like and he made it so real. He opened your eyes and made you believe.

Once you had put a safe distance between yourselves and Filch, Fred suddenly lifted you off the ground and spun you around.

“You're absolutely brilliant! You know that?” He said with a grin.

Without you, they wouldn’t have figured out what was missing from the potion in order to make Mrs. Norris blue. (And it was a lot easier than the spell that the twins taught Ron to ‘turn Scabbers yellow’)

Fred finally put you down, still holding you in his arms. Over his shoulder, you could see George giving you a teasing smile - along with a subtle wink.

“You’re going to tell Y/N that she’s brilliant but you won’t complement your own brother on his intelligence? That’s pathetic.” George joked.

Fred rolled his eyes as he stuck his tongue out at his twin, “You’re just jealous.”

George looked directly at you, giving a knowing smile, “Why would I?”

You and Fred were hanging out in the common room while George and Lee were serving detention with Snape.

The two of you were talking on the couch, your legs propped up on his lap.

“I didn’t know my lap was an extension of the couch.” He said with an amusing tone

You laughed, “Well now, it is.”

Fred playfully rolled his eyes, “You’re going to be the death of me woman.”

“I better be.” You said.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, fiddling with the band of your socks

Shaking your head you answered, “No. Why?”

He shrugged, “Nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to go stargazing with me later tonight?”

You bit your lip and hoped that the blush on your cheeks wasn’t obvious, your brain kept saying it’s a date!

But you knew it was not, giving him a smile you said, “Sure. Why not?”

Fred grinned widely, “Brilliant.”

“It’s a date!” Ginny squealed once you told her the news.

You tried to suppress a smile, “First of all, it’s not a date. Second of all, why would your brother want to take me on a date?”

But, Ginny wasn’t having any of it, “First of all, I don’t care what you say - it is a date. Second of all, I wonder why. Oh right, because he’s bloody in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes at her, “Whatever you say.”

You were nervous the whole time you were making your way to the astronomy tower.

It’s just Fred for Godric’s sake you scolded yourself, It’s not like he’s some other guy.

Little did you know that Fred was feeling the exact same thing.

“Hey Freddie.” You greeted quietly, giving the ginger male a small smile.

“Hi darling.” Fred said, patting the space next to him.

“The stars are beautiful.” You mused, looking up at the twinkling diamonds in the night sky.

“And so are you.” He said.

You felt a blush rising up to your cheeks, “Thanks.”

“I don’t wanna hide anymore.” He suddenly said, causing you to give him a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I can’t imagine how I was able to live my life without you. You're one of the most important people in my life. And I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you with my entire soul and being. And I can’t imagine how I could live without you.”

You were stunned by the whole confession, but your body decided to act anyway. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, “I love you too.”

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onlyfreds · 3 years

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Acting Differently | F.W.

Title: Acting Differently

Requested: Yes/No [x]

Summary: After having a bad day, Fred snaps at his girlfriend, not knowing the real effect on her.

Warning/s: mentions of divorce

I walked back to the common room from the library. I saw my boyfriend, Fred, sitting on the couch by the fireplace with his head in his hands. I plopped down next to him, “Hey love, is everything alright?”

He hummed, avoiding my gaze.

I wrapped my arms around him, leaning a head on his shoulder, “Freddie, I know you’re lying. We can talk about it if you want.”

Fred shook his head, giving a small sigh and muttering, “I’m fine.”

I ran a hand through his hair, “You don’t have to talk about it. If you just want to cuddle, then it’s fine. If you want me to go deal with them, I’d be more than happy to.”

“For Godric’s sake!” He suddenly snapped, “I know you’re trying to help, but you’re being so annoying! Will you please just stop being talkative and clingy even just for one minute!”

I gaped at him, stunned at his sudden outburst, “S-sorry, if it bothers you that much. I’ll stop.”

My boyfriend was silent for a moment, “Look, honey-“

I stood up, “It’s okay Freddie. I think I’m just gonna go to bed. It’s getting pretty late, you should too.”

(Fred’s POV)

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “I just made things worse.”

I walked up to my dorm, falling face-first onto my bed.

“What happened?” George asked with a teasing tone, “Your day got any worse?”

“A whole lot worse.” I answered.

“Why? What happened?” Lee asked, sitting up on his bed.

“I might’ve snapped at Y/N.” I explained, flinching at the thought, “And I might’ve yelled at her.”

“Let’s hope she didn’t file for a divorce yet.” Lee said with a small chuckle.

I threw a pillow at him as he laughed, “It’s not funny!”

“Don’t worry about it, Freddie.” George said, “I’m sure that she’ll understand.”

I sighed, “I hope that you’re right this time.”

“Hey! I’m always right!”

—

Waiting for her to come down to the common room has never felt so long.

I stood by the staircase, a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of her favorite sweets in hand.

According to Angelina, she wasn’t acting strangely nor did she seem mad. That was enough to ease my thoughts… a little.

I then saw her walking down the stairs.

“Hey sweetheart!” I said, handing her the flowers and the sweets, “Look, I shouldn’t have yelled at you last night. You were trying your best to make me feel better and I appreciate that. So, having a bad day isn’t a reason to snap at you. I’m terribly sorry and I promise that I will make it up to you.”

She gave a small smile, kissing my cheek, “It’s okay Freddie. I understand, you don’t need to apologize.”

“Really?” I asked.

She nodded, “You were having a bad day. Anyone would’ve snapped.”

We held hands on the way to the Great Hall, but I could sense that something was wrong.

“Is she still mad at you?” George asked as he noticed the uneasy look on my face.

I shook my head, “She isn’t. I just have a bad feeling that there’s something wrong.”

Lee raised a brow, “Why?”

I shrugged, “She just kissed me on the cheek. She would’ve usually pulled me into a hug.”

—

The four of us were gathered around the common room fire, exchanging stories from our day.

Y/N sat next to me on the loveseat while Lee and George sat on the couch right across us.

But, my girlfriend was being awfully and strangely quiet. So, while Lee was giving a very detailed story about his latest date, I leaned down and whispered, “Are you okay sweetheart? You seem unusually quiet.”

She hummed, “I’m doing fine.”

I nodded, not quite satisfied with her answer as I pressed a kiss to her temple and draped an arm around her shoulder, “If you need me to take care of someone, just let me know.”

“Is everything alright with your girlfriend, Freddie?” Lee asked as we trudged up the stairs to our dorm.

“She’s been acting strangely lately.” George said.

I tucked my hands in my pockets, “She’s not as talkative and clingy as she used to be. And to be completely honest, I miss it.”

(Reader’s POV)

I was walking to the courtyard when I was suddenly pulled into a broom closet.

I looked up and saw that my captor had, in fact, been my boyfriend.

“What’re we doing here?” I asked.

“Darling.” He said, moving a stray hair away from my face, “I know, there’s something wrong. You haven’t been as talkative and clingy as before. I miss it so much baby girl.”

“Really?” I said in disbelief, “I thought you find it annoying? Because it’s okay if it annoys you. I don’t ever want you to find me annoying.”

He cupped my cheek with his hand, causing me to melt in his touch, “I don’t find it annoying. I find it absolutely adorable. And you will never ever be annoying to me.”

“Promise?” I asked.

He smiled, leaning forward and pressing our lips together, “Promise.”

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The Lover’s Secret | F.W.

Title: The Lover’s Secret

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: While doing wedding plans, Y/N finds out a secret about her fiancé.

A/N: This fic has been a collab with @an2402lths.I had so much fun writing this with you!

It was a nice summer day. You had just gone back from a little girl’s day out with Ginny and Hermione.

“Freddie! I’m home!” You announced, shutting the door behind you.

You didn't hear a response, which was a bit odd since Fred always answered, you looked for him around the house only to find him in the bedroom you shared with him. He was writing something down which made you curious.

“Hey, Freddie.” You said softly, careful not to startle him

He flinched at the sound of your voice, it was clear he didn't notice when you arrived since he was too busy writing, "H-hey darling, how was your day?" He asked, trying to sound natural but instantly failing.

“It went great, Hermione and I almost splurged at the bookstore.” You said with a small laugh, failing to notice the stutter in his words, “How about you?”

He let out a nervous laugh, "Oh, I was just doing work stuff, nothing out of the ordinary" he said, closing the journal that was resting on his lap.

You playfully squinted your eyes at him, “Is there something wrong honey? You look nervous.”

His eyes widened at your words, "what are you talking about, darling?" He said, his voice changing to full confidence in a second, shocking you a little bit.

You laughed, brushing it off, “Well, you just sound so nervous. I thought there was something going on.”

"I'm not nervous at all, love" he said, scratching the back of his head, when suddenly an idea popped out in his head, "Hey darling, is it okay if we start with the wedding plans? We need to start organizing this thing before it gets a little stressful" he changed the subject, trying to make you forget about his previous antics.

You hummed, noting how quickly he changed the subject as you pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Besides, when was Fred Weasley ever organized?

“Okay then.” You answered, “What did you have in mind?”

"Well I think we should decide the time and place, how many guests are going, the bridesmaids and many stuff" he said, opening up his journal, quickly changing the page he was previously writing on, to subtly going through a new page.

You chuckled, “Slow down hotshot, one at a time. What should we do first?”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you, "Who would be the bridesmaids?" He asked, getting ready to write it down.

“That’s easy.” You said, “Angelina is my maid of honor. Ginny, Hermione, Alicia, Katie and Luna will be my bridesmaids.”

He smiled at your comment, quickly writing it down as you tried to ignore his “unique” style of writing, "The best man will be George of course, and also Lee, Oliver, Harry, Ron and Bill." He finished writing that part, "Where do you want to have the wedding?"

"Of course not, darling" he looked at you fondly, "I was going to say the Burrow too" he winked at you, "how many guests do you want to have? I was thinking about 50 maybe?"

“Make it 50 to 60.” You decided, “Who are we inviting anyway?”

"Our families and closest friends, I was thinking about inviting Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Sprout, since both of them made a bet before we were dating, about when will we finally be together" He recounted, causing the both of you to laugh at the memory.

“Don’t forget Professor Flitwick, he also made a bet. And Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch.” You reminded him.

"Let's invite all the professors!" He joked, "What kind of music would you like?" He asked, making a thinking face which made him look a lot more silly, causing you to giggle.

You then thought about it for a moment, “Love songs? It is a wedding after all.”

"Yes, but let's also have a little bit of everything, we have to keep it upbeat, remember?" He winked at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Of course.”

"Great" he said, quickly writing it down

“What else?” You asked, running a hand through his hair

He was running out of ideas, he had to be quick, "Hey, do you want to hire one of those muggle DJ's we love?" He gave you a nervous smile

“Sure.” You answered, “Why not? Oh, and what about the theme of the wedding?”

"Well if you let me choose, my theme will be that everyone gets drunk" he said excitedly, winking at you and writing it down as a joke.

You laughed, “So you want me to make a complete fool of myself at our wedding?”

"Darling, I would never let you do that" he said incredulously, "...alone" he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I didn’t know that you kept a journal.”

He was surprised by your changes of subject, but he tried to act as normal as he could, "Oh, this thing?" He said, failing instantly, "This is just a thing for work, not that important" he let out a nervous laugh, "Anyways, let's stick with the wedding plans" he tried to avoid your eyes

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Okay, so if everyone has to get drunk, how will we even remember anything the next day? Besides, I don’t fancy spending my first night married with a drunk husband.”

He laughed at your comment, "That's why I said that we would be the sober ones, besides, it would be HILARIOUS, can you imagine Percy drunk?" He laughed at the thought, jokingly writing it down.

You started laughing, “Oh, I would pay money to see Percy drunk.”

"See? Let me write it down" he said excitedly, but what you noticed is that he kept the journal far away from you, and that he was trying to hide something from you.

You slowly inched your hand in the direction of his journal, while you kept talking, “How about Hermione? Can you imagine how she would be when she’s drunk?”

Fred laughed even harder, not noticing your sudden closeness, "That would be brilliant! Ron would have to take care of her but I reckon he's going to be even more drunk.”

“How about if your parents are drunk.” You mused, your hand an inch away from the journal and all its secrets.

He was too busy laughing while imagining his family in a drunk state, that he didn't notice how close you were to his journal, "I can't wait to see that" he laughed.

“Oh, and imagine if Harry was drunk.” You said with a victorious smile as your fingers grabbed on to the edge of the journal.

It was too late before he noticed your plan, as you quickly grabbed the journal and ran away with it. "Hey! Give it back!" Fred said, a worried tone lacing his voice.

“Why?” You teased, “Don’t want me reading your deepest, darkest secrets?”

His worried face confused you deeply, but what Fred didn't wanted you to know is that the journal was about you, he wrote about you since your first anniversary, there were letters he was too shy to give them to you, he also made lists about little things he loved about you, pictures and many other things. "Love, please give it back" he almost begged, but your curiosity was killing you.

“Okay.” You said, luring him into a false sense of security, “After I read it.”

"Fine, do it. But i can't be here when you read it" he said almost coldly but you could sense a hint of nervousness and worry, then he proceeded to walk to your little garden.

“Hey! Where’re you going?” You asked, now being worried about him, he never acted this way before.

"I'll let you read it, but please don't make me stay and watch you do it." He was clearly embarrassed, trying to avoid your eyes and looking at the ground.

“Why?” You asked, “Look, if it makes you uncomfortable then I won’t read it.”

"It's not that" he said, scratching the back of his head, still not looking at you, "I'm embarrassed that you'll read it." He said, you could notice a slight blush appearing in his cheeks and nose, making him look instantly adorable.

You giggled, “Why?”

"Just read it and you'll find out." he said, almost storming out of the living room, not giving you a chance to answer him.

You ran after him and grabbed his arm, “Come on. I’ve already seen your baby picture. What’s so bad about the journal?”

"You really are stubborn" he laughed, "I'm too embarrassed to tell you, just read it darling, I will be outside if you need me." he said, rushing outside so you couldn't notice how flustered he was getting.

You were confused about what could possibly be in the journal that made the Fred Weasley scared. You actually contemplated on whether or not to read it.

But as Fred said, you were too stubborn, and you already had the journal in your hands, and he basically allowed you to read it. Now it was time for you to get nervous, what was he hiding? But you weren't expecting what you read when you opened it in the first page. It was a collage, there were plenty of pictures of you and Fred throughout the years, your first picture with him as friends, to one you took a week ago.

A small gasp was pulled from you when you turned the page, it was a page filled with pictures of the little trinkets that you gave each other over the years that always had a special meaning.

You turned the page only to find out a list he made, about the things he loves about you.

-Little things I love about Y/n-

• She lights up candles in the middle of the night because she thinks it's romantic

• She sometimes snorts when she laughs (which is adorable)

• She says she doesn't like her laugh (which is stupid so you have to remind her that it's the best sound you've ever heard)

• She frowns when she tries to concentrate

• She talks to the plants like they're real people (and even apologizes when she doesn't give enough attention to one)

• She's just as stubborn as me (sometimes even more)

• You could never get mad at her even if you tried

• Her eyes light up when she talks about something she loves

• She looks like a goddess without even trying

• Her hair is so soft

• She likes to match nail polish with you

• Everytime she laughs is like music to my ears

• But if she ever tells you to stop tickling her, do. It. She will be annoyed af at you in a second (if she's in a bad mood)

• She manages to light up a room with her presence

• She's so precious, I don't even know how I got so lucky to call her mine

• She rarely gets mad or annoyed, so when she does make sure to be there for her, understand her and let her know that she's not alone

Your eyes teared up a little at the list, he remembered every single little thing about you.

You continued to the next page, and you noticed that it wasn't a list, but instead, it was a letter. At first, you were shocked that he didn't gave it to you, but as you read it you realized that he was just too shy to give it to you, because it was about the time he fell in love with you.

Dear Y/N,

I’m pretty sure that I’ll never be able to give this to you in person. But, I can’t keep it away any more. I love you so much. I actually never realized that until now. How your brilliant smile is capable of lighting up even my darkest days. How your laugh is like music to my ears. How you’re always there to cheer me up. I don’t know how I’ve lived my life without you. Even though I know that you’ll never feel the same way. I am still lucky to have you in my life.

Love,

Freddie

You were speechless, you wanted to run where he was to give him a huge hug and laugh at how you were in love with him even before he wrote the letter.

But, being the stubborn one you were. You decided that it could wait and turned the page.

As you turned the page you could see a timeline of your relationship with Fred, he added pictures and important dates, his messy handwriting and how he decorated the journal had you almost melting. Your favorite photos with him were there, and one being when you first got together with him, he was spinning you around in the air while you both were laughing, you didn't know about the existence of that photo until Molly admitted that she took it.

You wondered why Fred feared about you reading the journal. Why would he be so embarrassed since it was so sweet and adorable?

You contusion to read the timeline, he wrote very little detail about your relationship, whether it was when you had your first kiss with him, when you told him you loved him for the first time, when you spent Christmas at the Burrow with his family, when he met your family for the first time, and many other memories. The pictures couldn't get more adorable. There was another one of your favorites, where Fred was hugging you from behind and he was kissing your cheek, you had the biggest smile ever. In that moment your heart started to beat faster as you recognized that you were always smiling and laughing when you were with him.

You could hear him getting closer to you, but you didn't mind, you wanted to hug him and kiss his entire face and just tell him how much you love him. "Freddie, this is the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me" you looked at him with teary eyes.

He looked confused, thinking you were just teasing him, “Really?”

"Yes! Really!" You giggled, giving him a bone crushing hug, "I'm so lucky that I get to call you mine, I adore you Fred Weasley.”

“You didn’t think that the journal was weird? Like I’m some creepy stalker?” He asked.

"What?" You said incredulous, "Of course not! Freddie, I didn't know someone could love me like you do, I wish I had one journal myself so I could let you know how much i love you" you caressed his cheek softly.

He sighed in relief, “I’m so glad you liked it. George teased me a lot when he saw me writing in that.”

You laughed at his comment, "You're the sweetest person in the world, did you know that?" You asked, noticing right away the blush coming out of his cheeks and nose, "Look at you! Getting all shy and flustered, who knew Fred Weasley could do that?" you teased, as your smile never left your lips.

"Yes you are!" You laughed, "look how adorable you look!" You said using a baby voice, squishing his cheeks playfully.

He playfully pouted at you, “No, I’m not.”

"Yes you are" you stubbornly said, "You are the cutest human being ever" you started poking his sides.

He held your wrists in his hand to stop you from poking him any further, “No, you are.”

"Nope, I think everyone can agree that you are the cutest" You rolled your eyes playfully at him, trying to move your wrists from his hand.

He kept your wrist in a tight grip, “As much as you flatter me darling, you’re definitely cuter than me.”

"Remember that I'm just as stubborn as you" you warned him, "Now, could you please let go of my wrists?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

“No.” He said, pressing a small kiss to your lips.

"Why not?" You laughed incredulously, still trying to move your wrists.

“Because,” He said, pretending to think, “I want to keep kissing you.”

"You know you can still do that if you let go, right?" You said, trying to make it look obvious.

He hummed, “You might run away.”

"And why would I run away?" You giggled, feigning innocence.

“Because I know you too well.” He said.

"I don't run away everytime you try to kiss me!" You retorted.

“Yes you do!” He argued.

"I think you're getting confused over here love, I run away when we play fight because I know what you will do to win" you tried to explain, trying so hard not to smile.

“Here we go again.” Fred sarcastically groaned.

"What are you talking about?" You laughed, sometimes you forgot how stubborn you two can be.

“I’m talking about how we always argue about the same topic. Over and over again.” He said.

"Well it's not my fault that you're too stubborn to let it go!" You said, “And what's the 'same topic' anyway?"

“About how you run away because I don’t accept the fact that you’re right.” He answered.

“Okay fine. And I forgot to ask you, how is your writing so neat in the journal?” You asked

"Hey! I wanted to make it special so I put in a bit more effort." He shrugged.

“Aaw,” you cooed, “That’s so sweet.”

"I think I'm going to have the journal back, I don't want you to read this whole page I have about your smile and laugh." He laughed nervously, trying to grab the journal but you immediately stopped him.

“Wait a minute.” You said, “There’s a page about that?”

He immediately regretted telling you that, knowing that you would want to read it right away, "Well, yes." He almost whispered, "Can I have the journal back, darling?" He tried to take it away from you.

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, “Can you read to me please?”

He tried so hard not to fall for your puppy dog eyes, but failed miserably, "F-fine" he said nervously, "Yay! Thank you, love!" you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Both of you sat down while you rested your head on his shoulder, waiting for him to start.

"She claims she doesn't like her laugh." He continued reading, not wanting to look at you, "But everytime I hear her laugh or see her smile i can't help but melt and feel all tingly, how her wrinkles in her eyes pop out, how I can see her beautiful eyes when she laughs, how she sometimes snorts when she can’t take it anymore." You both laughed at that, "How her eyes squint when I tickle her sides (she says she hates it, but we know it's not true)" He then looked up to wink at you which made you roll your eyes playfully, "I swear her smile could light up an entire universe, nothing makes me happier that seeing her beautiful smile" as he continued reading you couldn't help but tear up, feeling many emotions in you.

You sniff, not wanting Fred to stop on the account of you crying like a baby.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He said worriedly, "Did I say something wrong?"

“No, everything’s fine.” You said.

"Are you sure?" He asked, "Yes, now please continue!" You said while the both of you giggled.

He then continued on reading until he finished the page, looking at you to see what your reaction would be.

You were speechless, of course you knew how much he loved you, but you will never stop getting all those butterflies everytime he told you he loved you.

"Freddie, please look at me." You said, reaching for his chin with your hand, moving his head to make him look at you as you caressed his cheek softly, "I didn't know anyone could ever love me the way you do, I'm so lucky I get to call you mine in this lifetime." You finished and got closer to him to give him a proper kiss this time.

He smiled, “I must’ve been a saint in my past life if I get to be with a goddess like you in this one.”

"You are such a romantic." you joked, "And you really don't like the idea of me saying that I don't like my laugh, huh?" You smiled.

“How many times do I have to say it?” He teased.

"Say what, Freddie?" You pretended to be confused.

“That I love your laugh!” He said.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that I hate it?" You said, "It’s not cute Freddie, it's more like a wheeze and then it gets loud.” You chuckled.

“It’s like a baby’s laugh.” He insisted, “Why do you have such a hard time believing me?”

"I dont know." you shrugged, "I guess I have a hard time liking one of my insecurities, but I'm starting to accept it thanks to you, so thank you Freddie." you said, not wanting to look at him.

“Aaw,” he teased, “is my baby getting flustered now?”

"Oh, stop it Freddie!" You laughed, pushing him playfully.

“Why?” He continued, “You’re adorable!”

"Freddie, stop teasing me!" You giggled, trying to hide your blush.

“Why?” He asked, turning your head to face him.

"Because I say so." you poked your tongue out to him.

“But you’re adorable.” He cooed.

"Stop that! I'm not adorable!” you tried to hide your smile but failed miserably.

“Yes you are.” Fred teased.

"I don't know where you got that idea." you teased back at him.

“From my heart.” He answered without a second thought.

"You're so cheesy." you laughed at him, but in fact, his comment melted your heart, but you still wanted to mess with him.

“At least you love it.” He said, running a hand through your hair.

"Yeah, but I love you the most.” you said, looking at him fondly.

After the playful fight and a romantic dinner, Y/N waited for Fred to fall asleep, she tried her hardest to sneak out of bed without waking him up. Then, she went to the living room and searched for a forgotten journal she had remembered.

After dusting it off, she took a pen and a few pictures and started. Fred Weasley being her muse.

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Song of an Angel | F.W.

Title: Song of an Angel

Requested: Yes/No [x]

Summary: To Fred, his girlfriend's laugh is a song of an angel.

Warning/s: Mentions of blood, war, pregnancy

Flashback is in italics.

(Fred’s POV)

To me, her laugh was one of the greatest sounds in the whole wide world. She thinks that it’s obnoxious, but I beg to differ, I think that it’s cute.

It’s like the heavens opened up and the angels started singing. Her laugh is calming, similar to the sound of ocean waves touching the shore on a lazy Sunday morning.

She hated it, but to me, it was the song of an angel.

Her laugh always depended on her mood, it wasn't noticeable but I could always tell them apart.

We were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, the faint light of dawn appearing through the windows as Y/N and I stayed cuddled up on the couch.

I told her about a prank my twin and I had pulled on Snape earlier that day. She started laughing. It was the kind of laugh that almost made her eyes disappear as she clutched her stomach. It was the laugh that instantly awakened the butterflies inside of me. It was the laugh that made me all fuzzy inside. It was the laugh that made me feel like the luckiest person in the whole wide world.

Gryffindor had just won a Quidditch match against Slytherin. Y/N, George and I were walking back from the locker rooms when we passed by Pucey's group.

"Oi L/N!" Pucey calls out, causing the three of us to look at him.

"What?" Y/N answers.

"I don't know what a pretty thing like you does hanging around with losers like those Weasels." He said, laughing amongst his buddies.

Before George and I could react, my girlfriend had beaten us to it, "What did you say Pucey? I didn't quite catch it the first time." She said, giving a snicker as she looked at him in distaste. That laugh of hers meant she was ready to fight. It made me feel a sense of pride because it shows that absolutely no one can mess with my girl.

Before he could even repeat what he had just said, Y/N had already walked two steps towards him and punched his face so hard that his blood splattered on her knuckle.

She pointed a finger at the Slytherin, "Talk about them like that and you'll get so much more than just a bloody nose."

"And then Ron ran out of the dorm, screaming like a girl. He was scared out of his bloody mind." I stopped telling the story when I heard no response from her.

"Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?" I asked, stopping in my tracks as she looked at me.

Her eyes told me that she was not okay but she mustered a small smile as she gave a brittle and hollow laugh. The laugh that failed to hide the fact that she was feeling miserable. It broke my heart that she was trying to cover up her feelings.

"Of course I'm fine Freddie." She said, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Darling," I said, placing a hand on her cheek, "I know you're not okay so please tell me what's wrong."

She sighed, burying her head into my chest as she wrapped her arms around my torso, "Fine. You got me, I had a very bad day."

I rubbed her back comfortingly, "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?"

She sniffed, "You were just so happy while telling me the story and I didn't want to ruin your mood."

I pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "Princess, you can tell me everything. I'm sorry for not noticing it before."

It was almost time to fight. George, Y/N and I watched from one of the towers of Hogwarts the lights that danced around the castle, covering it with protective enhancements.

I interlocked my hand with my girlfriend's, "Don't worry princess, we'll make it out of here together."

She gave a nervous laugh, one that tried to enlighten the mood but failed to cover the fear that grew in her eyes.

"Hey," I said as she turned her gaze back to me, "We'll be fine. I'm not going anywhere without you."

She smiled, pressing a kiss on my lips, "Don't go making any promises you can't keep."

"Don't worry sweetheart, I have every intention of keeping this one."

"You think we got away from him Freddie?" George asks as we hid inside an empty room.

"I think we did Georgie." I said as I started to look around the room.

I saw a giant mirror in front of us, the words Mirror of Erised engraved on top.

I took a look, expecting to see my reflection but I saw something else.

It was me and Y/N, we were all grown-up. And married. We were standing in front of a small house. And there were two kids, a boy and a girl, running around, both of them were ginger. And Y/N smiled up at me as she placed a hand on her stomach, a small bump peeping through her shirt.

"Whatcha thinking about Freddie?" Y/N asked, as she rested her hands on her knees, her wedding band glimmering under the sunlight.

"Nothing important." I reassured, helping her stand up as she leaned against me.

"Kids! Stop tiring your mother! She's pregnant and she needs rest!" I called out to the two little gingers chasing each other around the yard.

"Okay dad!" The kid answered.

She laughed, the laugh that was music to my ears, the laugh that was a song of an angel. "Honestly Freddie, I'm fine."

I pressed a kiss to her temple, "You're pregnant. You need rest."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say Freddie."

"Let me remind you love, that's just our third child. We still have four more to go."

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Pretend | F.W.

Title: Pretend

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Cormac won’t stop bothering Y/N, Fred comes to her rescue.

A/N: This is for “Day 3” of @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: fake dating and the prompt: “did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Cormac! How many times have I told you to leave me alone?!” I said, walking away as fast as I could from the boisterous and obnoxious Gryffindor.

“Come on L/N!” He said, standing in front of me, trying to block my path, “I know you find me irresistible.”

I rolled my eyes as I tried to swerve away from him, “No. I don’t. I actually find you very resistible.”

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, “We both know that’s not true. So, stop playing hard to get.”

I tried to pry my wrist from his grasp, but it was too strong, “Cormac! I’m not interested so can you just please let me go!”

A force suddenly pushed Cormac back, causing him to let go of my wrist as a voice said, “Didn’t you hear her mate? She told you to let go!”

I turned to see my best friend (and long time crush), Fred Weasley, my savior.

His jaw was clenched, his hands were balling into fists. His glare shot fire at Cormac. Fred looked like he was ready to take him down in a fight.

Cormac shot a glare at Fred, which looked quite funny since he was a lot shorter than Fred, “What do you think you’re playing at? This is none of your business!”

Fred towered over him, “This is exactly my business!” He said as he rested his arm around my shoulders, “Especially if you’re harassing my girl.”

Cormac’s eyes widened in shock as he slowly backed away, “S-sorry mate. I didn’t know.”

Once Cormac was gone, Fred and I started to make our way to the common room.

“Thank you.” I said, “For coming to my rescue.”

He chuckled, keeping his arm around me, “Of course. Anything for the princess.”

I smiled, “So, my girl huh?”

He shrugged, “Just thought that if that git thinks you had a boyfriend, then he’d stop. How long has he been doing that anyway?”

“About a couple of weeks.” I said.

“Blimey Y/N!” He said, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

I gave him a small smile, “I thought that I could handle it. Didn’t know that he’d get that bad.”

I saw his eyes sparkle at an idea, “I’m listening.”

He started to explain, “So, if Cormac thinks that I’m your boyfriend, then he’ll stop bothering you. We just have to keep up the act long enough until he completely forgets about you and finds someone new to bother.”

I nodded, “That sounds like a great idea. So, when do we start?”

Fred pressed a kiss to my cheek, “Why don’t we start now?” He said, nodding towards the direction where Cormac was glaring daggers at Fred and I.

—

“Good morning guys!” I greeted as I sat down in between the twins.

It had been two months ever since Fred and I first made arrangements to fake date. And things were running as smoothly as they can be.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Fred greeted with a kiss before handing me a small bouquet of y/f/f.

“Freddie,” I said with a small smile, “Thank you. But, you didn’t need to do this.”

He grinned, “But, I wanted to. Don’t worry about it.”

We had agreed not to tell anyone about the fact that we were fake dating because news and gossip traveled around Hogwarts faster than the Firebolt. So, everyone thought that we were genuinely dating. They had said, and I quote, “It was about time.”

Truth be told, I never want this “arrangement” to end. Because, I know in my heart that I’ll never be able to have Fred as my boyfriend. Fake dating him was the closest thing I could get to that.

“Something going on in that pretty head of yours love?” Fred asked, keeping his arm around me as we walked along the courtyard.

“Nothing important.” I reassured him.

“Do you think Cormac has already gotten over me?” I asked.

He hesitantly nodded, “Yeah. He barely even looks at you anymore.”

“So, should we-“

“But.” He cut me off, “We should keep this up for a week or two. Just to make sure.”

—

Both of us were hanging out in the common room, it was half past 12. I was finishing up an essay for Transfiguration. And Fred was, well, soundly sleeping beside me.

I was on my closing paragraph when Fred started to talk in his sleep.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” He seemed to be pleading, “Please don’t leave me. I love you. I really do. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. Please, I’m begging you. I’d do anything for you. I’d do everything for you. I don’t want to keep pretending anymore. I want what we have right now to be real. Please don’t leave me.”

I shook his shoulder gently, “Freddie. Freddie. Wake up! You’re having a nightmare.”

Fred’s eyes opened as he shot up from his relaxed position, his breathing quite fast.

“You were having a nightmare.” I said, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, catching his breath, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Oh, and did you know that you talk in your sleep?” I added.

He suddenly turned pale, “W-what did I say?”

I shrugged, “That you loved me ever since we were kids and you didn’t want me to leave you. But, I’m pretty sure that’s not true and you may be talking about someone else and-“

I was suddenly interrupted when he crashed our lips together, causing the parchment in my lap to fall onto the floor, forgotten.

Fred cupped my face in his hands, “All of it was true. I never loved someone as much as I loved you. So, can we stop fake dating and date for real?” He asked.

I smiled, “I would love that.”

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Finally | F.W.

Title: Finally

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: On the way home from an investor meeting, when the car breaks down and it starts to rain, how will Fred and Y/N “cope” with sharing one bed.

A/N: This for “Day 2” @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge. With the trope “only one bed” and the prompt: “if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Well, that was a tough one.” Fred said with a small sigh as we drove down the highway.

He was, of course, talking about the meeting with some very important investors that we had just been to.

“You said it.” I said as I leaned back in my seat, “But, I’m pretty sure that you got the deal.”

He smiled, “I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

I chuckled, “Don’t downplay it Freddie. You were the one who talked to them and all. I just stepped in and helped a bit.”

We were driving on the freeway when the car suddenly came to a stop.

“Fred?” I asked, sitting up, “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know.” He said, glancing at the car’s dashboard, “Oh shoot.”

“What?” I asked, “What’s oh shoot?”

Fred gave a sheepish grin, “We’re out of gas.”

“What?!”

“I said-“

“I heard you the first time.”

I groaned, “I thought you said that the car didn’t run out of gas?”

He shrugged, “That’s what dad told me.”

“We got to get the car out of the way then.” I said as I opened the car door and got out.

I rubbed my hands together, “Help me push the car?” I asked as Fred got out of the car himself.

He cracked a small smile, taking out his wand from the pocket of his jeans, “Sweetheart, why in the name of Merlin would we need to push the car by hand when we could always use magic?”

A blush made its way to my cheeks at the nickname, hopefully Fred wouldn’t notice in the darkness of the night.

“But Fred, a muggle could see us.” I said.

His signature smile quickly transitioned into a huge grin, “It’s night darling. No one will see us. Besides, there’s not much of them around.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

With a wave of both our wands and a single mutter of an incantation, the car started moving on its own accord, with both of us in tow.

“See?” Fred said, “What did I tell you?”

—

We were able to walk on for a few miles before we were met with another problem.

It had started to rain.

Fred immediately took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders, “Here, this will keep you warm, and hopefully, dry.”

I tried to protest, “Freddie, you’re going to get wet.”

He shook his head, his fiery hair sticking to his forehead, “I don’t care if I get wet. Keep the jacket on and we’ll find a place to stay.”

Just our luck, we were able to find a little hotel. So, after parking the car, we decided to head inside and check in.

I immediately ran up to the receptionist, “Hi! It’s raining hard outside and we were wondering if there’s an available room or two that we could stay in for the night?”

The receptionist looked something up, “Unfortunately, we’re fully booked. But, there’s still a couple’s room available.”

I looked at the receptionist, “S-sorry, a couple’s room?”

“Yeah.” The receptionist replied nonchalantly, “You two are a couple right?”

Before I could open my mouth and give an answer, Fred beat me to it, “We’ll take it.”

He then shot me a wink as he took the key card from the receptionist, “Let’s go darling.”

—

Turns out, the couple’s room wasn’t so bad after all.

The air conditioning was brilliant, the bathroom was huge and the bathtub was surrounded by small candles: like the ones you see in a romantic movie. And the pillows, they were so soft, it was like resting your head on a cloud.

But, there was only one problem: there was only one bed.

“So,” I said, “I’ll take the couch and you take the bed.”

Before I could head over to the living room, Fred grabbed my wrist, “I won’t let you sleep on the couch and we both know that you won’t let me either. So, let’s just call it quits and share a bed.”

“But-“ I tried to protest.

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” He said.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Fine.”

Both of us climbed into the bed, I turned to my side, my back facing him as his arm snaked around my waist.

“Is that okay?” Fred asked in a whisper.

I nodded, “Yeah.”

After a few moments of silence, I assumed that Fred was already asleep until he spoke up.

“You know Y/N, I know you’re asleep and you probably won’t hear me. But, I can’t keep this in any longer. I need to get this off my chest. I love you, princess. I love you so much and it hurts not to be able to tell you. I want to be able to hold close, just like this. I want to be able to kiss you. To show everyone in the whole wide world just how much I love you. But, I can’t tell you this when you’re awake because I don’t want to risk losing what we already have.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore so I turned to face him, “Freddie?”

He suddenly sat up as his eyes widened in shock, “How long have you been awake sweetheart?”

“I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” I admitted.

Fred started to panic, “I-I can expla-“

Before he could say anything else, I pressed my lips to him, cutting him off, “I love you too.”

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1 year ago today, I started posting on my blog 😊. Hey guys! I can't believe that it's already been a year since I started this blog. Thank you all so much for the support and love you've given to my works (and unhealthy obsession with Fred Weasley) in the past year which still continues on until today.

Since my birthday is 10 days after this - I decided to do a double celebration! My inbox will be open starting today: January 8, 2021, and it will be open for this event until my birthday on the 18th.

Since I am almost at 1k, there might be another celebration once this closes on the 18th

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Best Friend’s Brother | F.W.

Title: Best Friend’s Brother

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Y/N comes over to stay at the Burrow for the summer, she meets her best friend’s older brother and starts to catch feelings.

A/N: I don’t know if I was able to live up to the sexual tension, but I tried.

“Will you please stay over for the summer?” My best friend, Ron, pleaded for what seemed like the umpteenth time of the day.

I gave a small laugh, “Come on Ron, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won’t be a bother.” He insisted, “Besides, mum has been bugging me about inviting you over.”

I contemplated it for a moment. I had heard amazing stories from Harry and Hermione about spending the holidays at the Burrow. So, the idea didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Fine.” I said, “But, if you’re family doesn’t like me, I’m blaming you for having me tag along.”

He rolled his eyes, “My family will just adore you. Trust me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

That’s how I ended up standing in front of the Burrow, looking up in awe at the house.

“Are you going to come in? Or are you going to stand there gaping all day?” Ron asked impatiently.

I chuckled, “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe I’m really here.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re acting worse than somebody meeting their partner’s family for the first time.”

I smacked his arm, “Just wait until you’ve gotten the guts to ask Hermione out, then you’ll know how it feels.”

Harry put a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, Molly would love you, just wait and see.”

Ron knocked on the wooden door, “Mum! They’re here!”

The door swung open, and Mrs. Weasley could be found standing by the doorway, greeting us with a warm smile.

After giving her son a hug, she gave Harry one too.

When she spotted me, she gave a huge smile as she pulled me into one of her famous bone crushing hugs.

“You must be Y/N!” She said, “I’ve been telling Ron to invite you over. I don’t know what took that boy so long.”

I chuckled, “It’s mostly my fault Mrs. Weasley, I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“Nonsense.” She said, “And please dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old. Now, come on in, you and Harry must’ve been tired.” She then ushered us into the Burrow.

I got introduced to the rest of the family, Ginny immediately launching herself into my arms as soon as she saw me.

Even though I was in the same year as Ron, Ginny and I had a very close bond.

“Where’s Hermione?” The youngest Weasley asked her brother.

Ron shrugged, “She’s coming over the day after tomorrow.”

“Who have you brought home ickle Ronniekins?” A teasing voice called from the staircase.

Two identical looking gingers appeared into the kitchen, I assumed that they were the twins.

They had quite a reputation at Hogwarts, though I have never met either of them in person.

“Why, is this the famous Y/N, mum always wants to invite?” One of them asked.

“Of course, it is. Who else would it be?” The other one said.

The taller twin stepped forward, taking my left hand as he grazed his lips along my knuckles, “I’m Fred, darling, and obviously I’m the better-looking twin.”

Ron rolled his eyes, ‘Stop flirting, will ya?”

“I’m not flirting,” Fred retorted, “I’m just making a good impression.”

“Don’t worry about them.” Fred’s twin, the one I now knew was George, stood by my side, “They’re always like that.”

I laughed, “I figured.”

It was the crack of dawn, since my insomnia refused to let me get anymore sleep, I decided to head down and read.

I turned another page on the book that Hermione had recommended me: Five Feet Apart. True to her word, it was a really good book.

“What are you reading?” a deep, yet familiar, voice asked.

I looked up, seeing Fred with a soft smile, unaware to the fact that he had been right in front of me.

“A book.” I answered, “What else would I be reading?”

His laugh awakened thousands of butterflies in my stomach. The way his hair was slightly tousled, the way his smile seemed to brighten up the dim room.

Merlin, out of everyone in the whole bloody world, why does Ron have to be the one with the hot older brother.

“I was asking about the title, darling.” He said.

I smiled, “It’s Five Feet Apart. Hermione recommended it to me.”

“What’s it about?” Fred asked.

I raised a brow at him, “Since when did you become interested in books?”

He gave a sheepish grin, “Since I saw you so engrossed in it just moments ago.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization that he had been watching me all along, “Well, it revolves around these two people who have the same illness, and they have to be six feet apart at all times. But the two main characters decided to be rebellious and take back a foot, thus the title: Five Feet Apart.”

“That sounds interesting.” Fred commented, resting his cheek on his hand, maintaining eye contact, “Mind reading it to me sometime?”

I giggled, “Of course.”

“Woah, woah.” A voice suddenly said, causing the both of us to jump, “Get a room you two, seeing you two flirting isn’t what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, shut up Ron!” I chastised, raising the book to cover my bright red cheeks as I saw Fred’s cheeks were painted with a light shade of pink.

The boys were out in the backyard playing Quidditch, while Hermione, Ginny and I were inside catching up.

I was seated by the window, having the perfect view of the game happening outside.

Fred could be seen zooming around on his broom as they passed on a ball to each other. His hair was slightly sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. The shirt he was wearing clung on tightly to his body, the faint outline of his chest slightly visible.

I had realized that I had zoned out on the full conversation until I heard somebody say, “So, yeah, Ginny will be marrying Harry tomorrow.”

I automatically nodded, “Yeah, that’s great.”

That was until I realized what they had said.

“Wait what?” I asked, finally turning my attention back to them, “Who’s marrying who?”

Hermione and Ginny started bursting into laughter.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione reassured, “No one’s getting married.”

“But” Ginny said with a cheeky smirk, lacing her hands together in an intimidating matter, “It did seem that you had zoned out and couldn’t stop staring at Fred.”

“What? No!” I said defensively, “I wasn’t staring at Fred.”

“Oh yeah?” Hermione teased, cocking her head to the side, “So, who were you staring at?”

“Um. George. I was staring at George.”

Hermione and Ginny shared a look, “What color is the shirt George was wearing then?”

I looked out the window, but I couldn’t spot George anywhere.

“Green?” I guessed, hopefully I was right.

“Wrong,” Ginny said, “He’s wearing a blue shirt.”

“What color is the shirt Fred’s wearing?” Hermione asked.

“Red.” I automatically answered without a second thought, blushing slightly as the two girls gave me knowing grins.

Hermione squeezed my hand, “Come on, just admit it. It’s just the three of us here anyway. It’s not like Ginny and I would announce your secret to the world.”

I sighed, “Okay, fine, I do fancy Fred. Happy now?”

Ginny squealed, “I knew it!”

“Besides,” Hermione said with a small smile, “you and Fred would make a cute couple.”

(Fred’s POV)

The girls were chatting inside while we were playing Quidditch.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off Y/N, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders effortlessly. The way her smile seemed to outshine the sun itself, the way her eyes sparkled like diamonds while she laughed.

My thoughts were interrupted when the ball hit me in the chest, “Hey! What was that for?”

My twin rolled his eyes, “In case you were too captivated by Y/N’s beauty Freddie, let me remind you that we are playing Quidditch.”

“Do us all a favor will ya?” Ron shouted from George’s side, “Just ask her out so all of us won’t have to suffer from your longing glances and your mutual pining!”

I snorted, “Give me a break Ron. She’s your best friend.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “So what? If you need my blessing so badly, then you have it!”

“And” I continued, “Why would she ever like me, Ron?”

Harry spewed out the water he was drinking, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Fred! That girl is basically head over heels in love with you. We can all see it in her eyes.”

“You guys really think so?” I asked.

George clapped my shoulder, “We know so.”

We then headed inside, only being able to catch a snippet of the girls’ chat.

It was Hermione who said, “… would make a cute couple.”

“Who would make a cute couple?” I asked as I stood behind Y/N’s chair.

(Reader’s POV)

“Who would make a cute couple?” I heard a voice behind me suddenly say as I took a glance and saw Fred.

Great. Just great.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something when I answered for her, “We were talking about how Hermione and Ron would make such a cute couple.”

Fred gave a small chuckle, “I can’t say I don’t agree.”

“Hey!” Hermione complained as we all bursted into hysterics.

It was now one of the last few weeks of summer. So, we decided that we wanted to make the most of them.

Tonight, we were going to have a movie night for the film adaptation of Five Feet Apart.

I was getting the popcorn from the kitchen when the stars decided that I would bump into no other than Ron’s hot older brother, Fred Weasley.

And the stars may have forgotten to mention that I would literally fall into his arms.

“Careful there, love.” He said with his signature smile.

I giggled, “Sorry, I could be a bit clumsy sometimes.”

He shrugged, “We all have our days.”

“So, how’s your stay here been?” He asked after a period of silence.

“It’s absolutely wonderful.” I said with a small smile, “I really enjoyed spending the summer here.”

“Can I ask you something?” He suddenly said.

I nodded, “Sure.”

“Why have you been a bit jumpy around me? Do I intimidate you or anything?”

I bit my lip, thinking about my answer for a minute.

Well, I couldn’t just say, No, I just have this massive crush on you. That’s why.

“What was that?” Fred suddenly said.

I looked at him, slightly confused, “What was what?”

“What you just said.”

I silently cursed myself, in my daze, I must’ve muttered the thought instead of keeping it to myself.

“It was nothing.” I said, feeling a blush rising to my cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow as a cheeky smirk grew on his lips, “Oh yeah? Then if it’s nothing then why are you blushing like mad?”

“I-I’m not.” I managed to stutter out.

“Darling, your face is as red as my hair now.” He said, advancing towards me, causing me to walk back until I hit the wall.

“So,” He said, “Are you gonna tell me now?”

I licked my lips, “No, because there’s nothing to tell.”

Fred slowly leaned forward to the point that I could feel his breathe fanning over my face, “What if I kiss you? Then you’ll tell me?” He whispered.

“Even if you do kiss me,” I said, “there’s nothing to tell.”

His lips brushed against mine, my breathe hitching in my throat, “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait it out then.”

He stood up, his eye dropping into a wink before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me flustered and my heart hammering in my chest.

Ron entered the kitchen, taking the popcorn bowl from the counter, “If the two of you continue being the oblivious idiots you are, I have half a mind to lock you in a broom closet until you confess your undying love for each other.”

I snatched the popcorn bowl from him, “Oh piss off.”

We would be heading back to Hogwarts tomorrow, I was in Ginny’s room, packing up the rest of my things.

I heard a small knock preceded by Harry poking his head through the small gap in the door, “Hey Y/N, Fred asked for you.”

“Really?” I asked, “Why?”

He shrugged, “He didn’t say.”

After thanking him, I headed up to the twins’ room, fiddling with the end of my shirt nervously.

I tentatively knocked on the door, hearing a faint “Just a minute.” Before the door opened and Fred leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“You called for me?” I said.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah. I just wanted to tell you something for a long time and I really hadn’t worked up the courage for it until now.”

“So, what is it?”

He took a deep breath, “I have developed a liking to you over the summer, a different kind of liking. But I understand if you don’t feel the same, being Ron’s best friend and all. But I hope that it doesn’t- “

I rolled my eyes, pressing our lips together to cut off his ramble. His hands immediately flew to my waist as he deepens the kiss.

Once we pulled away to take a breather, I smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

He chuckled, “This is officially the best day of my life.”

“Finally!” A voice said causing us to pull apart, “Thought I’d have to lock you two in a broom closet.”

Fred rolled his eyes at his brother, “Oh piss off Ron!”

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I Told You to Behave | F.W.

Title: I Told You to Behave

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: We all know that Fred has trouble behaving

A/N: A huge thank you to Holly for sending me the prompt that inspired this fic! I had so much fun writing this and I hope that I did this justice.

As soon as I wrote down the concluding sentence of my essay, I threw my quill on the table as I leaned back on my chair, breathing a sigh of relief.

I then heard a small knock on the dorm room door, thinking it was one of my roommates I immediately answered, “Come in!”

But, instead of Angelina or Katie or Alicia, the person who came in was none other than my handsome, lovable, sweet, caring (and did I mention handsome?) boyfriend, Frederick Gideon Weasley.

I smiled, my mood immediately being uplifted, while I lazily pushed my chair away from the table, standing up and walking over to him as I wrapped my arms around his torso and breathed in his scent.

“Hey darling.” He cooed with a small smile, combing his fingers through my hair.

“What have you been up to?” He asked.

I looked up at him, “Just finished that 12-foot essay for Transfiguration.”

“How about you?” I then asked, “What brings you here?”

He raised a brow, “What brings you here? She asks. I missed you. Isn’t that obvious? Why else would I be here?”

I shrugged, giving him a small smile, “Dunno, maybe you need something from me?”

Fred gasped as he placed a hand over his heart, feigning offence, “How could accuse me of such a deed?! Honestly woman, you call yourself my girlfriend.”

I laughed, pressing a small kiss on his lips, “I’m just joking love. Besides, I know how clingy you could be.”

“Hey!” He protested, “You’re clingier.”

I stuck his tongue out at him, “Am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

Fred rolled his eyes, knowing that I wouldn’t back down because of how stubborn I could get. He crashed our lips together, causing me to stumble back slightly from the force of the kiss.

He sunk his teeth on my bottom lip, nibbling it gently, causing me to moan softly against his mouth.

He placed a hand at the back of my head while I rested my hands on his chest. While he deepened the kiss we slowly walked backwards until my back hit the wall.

The two of us pulled apart, breathless and the temperature of the room rising up by a few degrees.

I looked up at him, feeling my cheeks being painted a tint of pink, “Is that your way of telling me to shut up?”

He grinned sheepishly, “Maybe?”

I giggled, “Then maybe you should shut me up more often.”

Fred smirked, leaning closer that I could practically feel his breath fanning over my face, “What if I shut you up now?”

I bit my lip, feigning innocence, “What’s stopping you?”

My boyfriend was about to reconnect our lips, when a knock on the door caused him to jump slightly.

“Oi Fred!” The familiar voice of his twin could be heard from the other side of the door, “Are you in there?”

Fred muttered something about wrong timing as he answered, “I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

“Well, now’s not the time to be making babies.” His twin retorted, “This product needs your immediate attention. Emphasis on immediate.”

“Why don’t attend to it?” Fred asked, rolling his eyes.

“I have a date with Angelina you oaf! Now, stop your baby-making, get your arse here and fix this.”

“Fine.” Fred huffed as he opened the door and took the box from George.

I sat down on the edge of my bed while Fred sat down on the floor and starting to figure out what was wrong.

“So much for the mood.” I said with a small laugh, moving to sit down in front of him.

“This fever fudge has been on trial for weeks.” He groaned, looking over the ingredients of the product again.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked, resting my chin on the open palm of my hand.

He frustratingly ran a hand through his hair, making it even messier, “It malfunctions. Once you eat it, your temperature will rise up to 40 degrees. Then within mere minutes it’ll go back down to your normal temperature even without the cure.”

I reached out my hand, “Can I see the list?”

He nodded, handing me the piece of parchment as I read over the messy, but thankfully eligible, handwriting.

“That’s why.” I muttered once I’ve finished reading the whole list.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Fred asked as I handed it back to him.

“You’re missing an ingredient.” I explained, “That’s why it malfunctions.”

“What ingredient?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Just a mandrake leaf. Though, I’ve run out of stock. I’ll go ask Hermione if she has some.”

We then started making the potion again, now all we needed was the mandrake leaf.

I walked towards the door and before leaving to Hermione’s dorm, I warned my boyfriend, “Whatever you do. Don’t add anything else to the potion. You behave until I get back with the mandrake leaf.”

Fred nodded, giving a mock salute, “Yes Ma’am!”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him before shutting the door behind me.

(Fred’s POV)

As soon as the door closed, I looked back down at the parchment in my hand, double checking the whole process to make sure that we did it right.

I took a glance at the bubbling potion that was sitting in the cauldron, that’s strange. If I wasn’t mistaken the potion had to be orange, not purple.

I went over the list again and thought that we’ve must’ve added a little less unicorn horn powder than required

Unscrewing the jar, I was about to add a dash of the powder when I stopped in my tracks remembered what my girlfriend told me.

“Whatever you do. Don’t add anything else to the potion. You behave until I get back with the mandrake leaf.”

I hesitated, the ladle hovering above the cauldron.

She did say that I should wait for her, but I’m pretty sure that nothing will go wrong if I just add a dash, right?

Right?

I sighed, quickly tipping over the ladle, watching the powder drop into the potion.

I waited a minute, but nothing seemed to happen.

At that moment, I realized that I should’ve listened.

Fireworks started to explode from the potion, bouncing off the walls and knocking stuff over.

Once the fireworks disappeared, the room was a mess. I mean a literal mess.

Before I could think of a solution to make it look like that nothing happened, I saw the door knob turn.

She was back. I was dead.

(Reader’s POV)

“Thanks Hermione!” I called after the girl as she headed down to Ron and Harry.

I then opened the door to my dorm, only to see a wreck in front of me and my boyfriend with the look of a guilty puppy.

“What in the name of Godric Gryffindor happened here Freddie?” I asked, staring at him agape.

He gave a shy smile, “I may have added a dash of unicorn horn powder to the potion.”

I glared at him as I took out my wand and waved it, the room cleaning itself up, “What did I say?”

He seemed to cower a bit, “You told me to behave.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “And what did you do?”

Fred gave a small, innocent smile, “The exact opposite.”

I sighed, suddenly remembering my Transfiguration essay and rushing immediately towards the table. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the essay was perfectly fine. I tucked it away in my bag before any damage could be made.

I was aware of Fred staring at me with big doe eyes, silently begging me to forgive him.

I gave him the silent treatment, fixing up the rest of the stuff until the room was back to its natural glory.

I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, breathing in Fred’s scent as he rested his cheek on my shoulder, his hair tickling my ear.

I looked at him, once again seeing those big doe eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said, almost in a whisper, “I should’ve listened to you.”

I licked my lips, “You’re lucky the essay I worked on for three hours didn’t get ruined.”

Fred’s eyes lighted up, “Do you forgive me?”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “See? You can’t stay mad at me for long?”

I raised a brow at him, “You want to test that theory out?”

His eyes widened, shaking his head vigorously, “No thanks.”

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Closer | F.W.

Title: Closer (High School!Au)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred Weasley is one of Hogwarts High’s most popular students. On the other hand, Y/N L/N is the school’s smartest. After the latter starts tutoring Fred, he starts to wonder why he had never noticed her before.

“I love you! No time to explain!”

Those were the words that started my relationship with Fred Weasley.

Nobody really expected that school’s smartest student would end up dating the most popular one.

But let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

It was started on a Monday morning at the Cafeteria.

“I thought you were supposed to call me?” My best friend, Jennie, said as she sat in front of me.

Unfortunately, I was too busy staring at the most popular (and most handsome) student in school, Fred Weasley.

I was pulled out of my trance by Jennie snapping her fingers in front of my face, “Hello? Are you even listening?”

I gave her a blank look, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I thought you were supposed to call me?” She repeated.

I smiled sheepishly at her, “Sorry, I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot.”

“Now that’s resolved.” She said with a small smile, “Who were you busy staring at?”

My eyes widened at her words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jennie playfully rolled her eyes, “You fully know what I’m talking about.”

She then turned to look behind her, exactly in the direction I was looking at earlier.

“Ooh.” She mused as I felt my cheeks heat up, “You were staring at Fred.”

I looked down at my hands, “I wasn’t.”

“Come on.” She said, slightly leaning forward “It’s not like I’m a stranger. You know that you can tell me.”

I looked up at her, “You promise you’ll keep it a secret?”

Jennie laughed, “When did I ever share your secrets to anyone else? I didn’t even tell anyone about the party you threw while your parents were away.”

“Fine.” I said, “I have a thing for Fred.”

She squealed, “Do you want me to put in a good word for you? He’s in my friend group.”

“What? No.” I said a little too quickly, “Besides, why would he be interested in me?”

“Why not?” Jennie said, giving me a look, “You’re practically the smartest girls in this school, not to mention the prettiest one too!”

I scoffed, “The prettiest? You flatter me, Jennie.”

“What?” She said, “It’s true.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

“Fine. Fine.” She tutted, “But I can always- “

“Jennie!”

“Okay! I get it, you think that you’re not good enough for him.”

I sighed, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, “It’s not that I think that I’m not good enough for him. It’s just that there are so many other better options that someone like him can choose from, and I’m not one of them.”

“Fine. Whatever you say.” She said as we entered the classroom.

Our Biology class was already dismissed for the day; I was packing up my stuff to leave when our professor called for Fred.

I already slung my bag over my shoulder, and I was about to head out of the door when our professor called me, “Miss L/N, can you stay back for a minute?”

I stopped in my tracks, turning around and slowly walking towards the desk where Professor Lupin and Fred were standing.

“Yes Professor?” I asked, slightly aware of Fred’s gaze on me.

“Mr. Weasley here may be having a bit trouble with the subject. Since you’re the best student in my class. I was hoping that you could tutor him?” He explained.

I swear that my heart started beating faster the moment he said that. He and Fred were looking at me in anticipation.

“S-sure.” I managed to stutter out, “T-that’ll be great.”

Professor Lupin smiled, “Brilliant. Just coordinate with each other what times would be convenient for the both of you. Now, you’re both dismissed.”

Fred and I headed out of the classroom together, walking in comfortable silence.

“Thanks.” He suddenly said, “For willingly spending some extra time so you could tutor me.”

I looked up at him for the first time since leaving the classroom, “Of course. Anything to help.”

He smiled, handing me a piece of paper, “My number’s written there. Maybe we could start this Friday, after class?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

“I’ll see you then.” He said before leaving me to go over to his friends.

I suddenly felt an elbow rest on my left shoulder as I gazed at the direction where Fred had gone.

“So,” A voice spoke, “Spill the tea.”

I turned and saw Jennie, sporting a grin.

“What tea am I going to spill? Chamomile? Mint?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes, gently pushing me as I laughed, “No silly, I’m talking about the tea on you and Fred. Though mint doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well, Professor Lupin asked if I could tutor Fred and of course I agreed.” When I looked at her, she was gaping at me with anticipation.

“Go on.” She urged, “Continue.”

I shrugged, “That’s it, the end.”

“No way!” She said, “Come on, I know there’s so much more to that story. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“That’s really it.” I said.

She huffed, “There’s no fun in that.”

Friday came faster than I expected.

I walked into the cafeteria, where I was supposed to meet up with Jennie after I spent free period in the library.

I saw Jennie, talking to Fred, twirling her hair around her finger while she laughed.

On the other hand, Fred smiled at something Jennie had said.

The exchange went on for a while, Fred tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, to which she giggled.

I turned my back at the sight, shoving the hair out of my face as I started to make my way out of the canteen.

I just couldn’t believe it, after everything Jennie said, she was the one who had a thing for Fred all along.

I rushed to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, gathering up my composure and making myself look as presentable as possible before heading back to the canteen.

I saw Jennie sitting by our spot, once she spotted me, I gave her a small smile and sat right across her.

“Hey.” She said, “Where did you go? I saw you already arrived then the next minute you were gone.”

“Oh, I just went to the bathroom for a sec.” I said.

She studied me for a minute, “Have you been crying?”

You really can’t hide anything from your best friend, Jennie knew me too well.

“Yeah.” I admitted quietly.

She reached forward and squeezed my hand gently, “Why?”

“Because, um, remember the book that I read last week that made me cry?” I lied.

Jennie laughed, “Let me guess, you read it again?”

I chuckled, avoiding her gaze, “Yeah. I did.”

“Why did you reread it? I told you not to read it again.” She asked through fits of laughter.

“I’m sorry.” I said giving a chuckle, “I couldn’t help it.”

Jennie shook her head teasingly, “What am I going to do with you?”

I sat down at the far end corner of the library, tapping my fingers against the desk while I quietly hummed along to the song I was listening to.

To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call, and say, "Meet me behind the mall”.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder, I immediately pulled out one of the earphones and turned to see Fred standing behind me.

“Hey Fred.” I greeted as he sat down in the seat next to me.

“Hey.” He said, “So, can we get started?”

I stowed away my earphones in my backpack, “Sure. So, what topics do you need help with?”

He shrugged, taking about his textbook, “Our most recent lesson, the one about reproduction.”

That’s when we started.

“Mitosis basically involves the division of body cells and it produces two diploid somatic cells that are genetically identical to each other. On the other hand, meiosis involves the division of sex cells and it produces four haploid gametes that are genetically unique to each other.” I explained.

The ginger nodded, “So, mitosis produces identical cells while meiosis produces different ones.”

I smiled, “Exactly.”

Three hours later, Fred was able to grasp the concept.

“Thank you so much Y/N.” Fred said as we walked out of the library.

“No problem.” I said, “If you have any more questions, you can ask me anytime.”

With that note, we went on our separate ways.

The following weeks happened on the same routine, every Friday Fred and I would be at the library after class, working on whatever concept Fred couldn’t understand.

Later that month, we had a surprise pop quiz in Biology.

I was standing by the courtyard, taking a photograph of the sun as part of my project for photography club when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and lift me up in the air, spinning me around.

“Woah.” I said with a small laugh as whoever it was had finally put me down. I turned and saw Fred behind me, a big grin gracing his features.

“Hey Fred.” I said, hopefully that he’ll mistake my red cheeks for the heat, “What’s up.”

He grinned even wider, before pulling a piece of paper out of his bag and handing it to me.

I looked down at it, realizing that it was the pop quiz we had in Biology. And next to his name was the letter A in red ink.

“I got an A on the test.” He said, “I have never gotten an A before!”

I smiled at him, “Congrats! After all the hard work you’ve been doing, you totally deserve it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have done it without you.” He said.

I chuckled, “I only helped you understand it, you were still the one who answered the test.”

“But I wouldn’t be able to answer it if you didn’t help me understand it.” He insisted, “And as a token of my appreciation, I got you this.” Fred then handed me a red box which contained chocolates inside.

“Thanks.” I said, looking up at him.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “No, thank you.”

(Fred’s POV)

It’s been a month since I started having tutor sessions with Y/N. I know that she’s one of the smartest people in school, but I don’t know why I didn’t notice her before.

My siblings and I were hanging out by the courtyard, talking about the Biology lesson that had been discussed an hour ago.

“That lesson had been the easiest one ever.” George said.

“Yeah.” Ron agreed, “I have no interest in biology whatsoever, but I have to say this is the concept that I was able to grasp in one lecture.”

“How about you Freddie?” Ginny asked, “What did you think of the lesson?”

I nodded, half of my mind in a daze, “Yeah, it was easy.”

Then I saw Y/N passing by, unaware that I was cutting off a conversation my siblings were trying to get me engaged in, I called out her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned her head towards me, “Yeah?”

“Can we meet up this Friday? I kinda got confused with the lesson today.” I requested.

She nodded, offering a small smile, “Sure. I’ll see you then.” She said before walking off to her best friend.

I couldn’t keep the smile of my face as I turned my attention back to my siblings, who were now gaping at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You just said no more than five minutes ago that you found the lesson easy and now you want to meet up with Y/N a.k.a. your tutor?!” He asked.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down at my hands, not answering the question.

My sister nudged Ron, “Honestly Ron, are you that blind? It’s obvious that Freddie’s in love with Y/N.”

“Aaw.” My twin cooed, reaching forward to ruffle my hair, “Freddie’s in love.”

I swatted his hand away, “I’m not in love.”

Ginny snorted, “As if we’d believe you Freddie. With all the gifts you’re giving her? The chocolates? The flowers? You almost decided at giving her a necklace at one point. Don’t tell me that it’s ‘just a token of your appreciation’.”

“And the way you would never shut up about her? Please Fred, you could do some much better than that.” George chimed in.

I sighed, feeling the blush on my cheeks transition to a darker shade, “Okay fine. She’s this wonderful angel that I’m pretty sure dropped straight down for heaven. I’m such an idiot for not noticing her sooner. And, with prom coming up next week, I’ve actually been meaning to ask her.” I confessed.

(Reader’s POV)

Fred and I were sitting in the library, chatting with each other and not really getting any work done.

“Okay. Okay.” I said after recovering from a laughing fit after Fred told me a story of him and George during their younger years, “But, we have to start on whatever you don’t understand because that’s what we’re here for.”

Fred smiled, “Actually. I understood it just fine.”

I gave him a confused look, “Then why did you asked to meet up?”

He smiled, taking out a bouquet of roses and handing it to me, “Well, since prom is happening in a week. I was wondering if you would be my date?”

I stared at him, awestruck. The Fred Weasley, the most popular guy in school, wanted me to be his date for prom?

“As a friend?” I asked.

He licked his lips, fiddling with the end of his shirt, “Well, I was wondering if you could actually be my date. But if you want to go as friends then it’s fine.”

I grinned, standing up and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I would absolutely love to.”

“Great.” He said, his cheeks being painted with a shade of crimson, “I’ll pick you up at eight?”

I giggled, “That sounds like a great idea.”

“My girl’s already grown up now.” My mum cooed, as my father put an arm around her while I walked down the stairs in my y/f/c prom gown.

“How do I look?” I asked nervously, biting my bottom lip.

“Sweetie, you look absolutely wonderful.” My father said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

We suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

“Oh, he’s here!” My mum said as she opened the door, my father following suit.

From my spot at the staircase, I caught a glimpse of him. I swear, I could’ve fainted from how handsome he was.

“Is Y/N ready?” He asked, the grin evident in his voice.

My mum nodded, “Y/N, honey! Fred’s here!”

I came into view, Fred’s jaw visibly dropping as he saw me.

“Hey there beautiful.” He said, his eye dropping into a wink.

I smiled, looking down at my feet, “Thanks.”

He then offered his arm, and I took it as my mum said, “Have fun you two!”

Fred grinned, “We will!”

We both arrived at the venue an hour later.

We had a great time dancing the night away with no one else but each other.

Then came the moment wherein they would announce the prom king and queen.

“Now, I don’t want to keep you waiting anymore.” Professor Lupin said as one of the members of the student council handed him an envelope, “And the tonight’s prom king is none other than: Fred Weasley!”

A roar of applause echoed through the hall as I gently nudged Fred towards the stage as he was awarded with the sash and the crown.

From the rumors that I heard, Jennie was in the leading position for prom queen. So, I would exactly be surprised if she won.

“And now.” Professor Lupin continued as the roars and cheering died down, “For this year’s prom queen, it is none other than: Y/N L/N!”

What? I was prom queen? How did that happen?

Ginny nudged me gently, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Go on.” She urged, “They’re waiting for you.”

Fred was looking at me with a huge grin as I made my way to the stage, last year’s prom queen giving me the sash and the crown.

After the pictures has been taking, it was time for Fred and I to lead the first dance.

He lifted my hand and grazed his lips along the knuckles, “May I have this dance, my queen?”

I giggled, “Yes you may.”

As it grew deeper into the night, Fred and I were walking through the gardens under the starry sky.

“Thanks for being my date.” He said with a small smile.

“Of course, thank you for asking me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Well, can I confess something to you?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

Fred turned to face me and suddenly said, “I love you! No time to explain.”

Before I could even open my mouth to say ask what he meant, he suddenly crashed our lips together, my waist fitting perfectly into his hands as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked as we pulled apart.

I smiled, “I would want nothing more.”

Fred grinned as he started to attack my neck with open-mouthed kisses, “Think we should go somewhere private?”

“Absolutely.”

It was a week since prom, and it just proves that news and rumors travels fast around school.

“So Fred,” Jennie asked, twirling her hair around her finger, “I heard you have a girlfriend, who is the lucky girl?”

Fred caught my eye from across the way, beckoning me towards him.

“C’mere baby girl, don’t be shy.”

I smiled, walking towards him as he placed an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss on my cheek, causing my best friend’s jaw to drop.

Fred grinned, “I actually like to think that I am the lucky guy to be dating not only the smartest, but also, the prettiest girl in the school.”

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Her Name | F.W.

Title: Her Name

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: A new coffee shop has just opened just across Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Fred finds something more than coffee there.

A/N: This is my last fic for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: Coffee Shop and the prompt: “I missed something, didn’t I?” I really enjoyed this so much. Writing these fics have literally been the highlight of my week.

I breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee as I headed inside of the coffee shop, arriving just in time for my shift.

“Good morning Y/N!” Holly greeted as I timed in for the day.

“Good morning Holly!” I returned the greeting, tying my hair back in a ponytail.

“Busy start?” I asked as I put on my apron and headed to my station.

Holly shrugged, “Quite. Business is booming after all.”

(Fred’s POV)

“Another late night?” George asked as I trudged down the stairs, giving a small yawn.

I nodded, stretching a bit, “A truckload of paperwork that needed filling out kept me up.”

“You know.” George said, “There’s a coffee shop that just opened down the street. Why don’t you pop over there and get some coffee for us while I open up the shop.”

I laughed, running my fingers through my hair, “Why does it sound like something along the lines of: asking a toddler to go buy himself some candy so you can have five whole minutes of peace and quiet.”

He rolled his eyes at me, “Just get the coffee you idiot.”

I grabbed some spare change from the counter and headed over to the coffee shop.

The smell of coffee that hit me was enough to awaken my senses. I patiently stood in line, my hand tucked in the pockets of my jeans.

“Good morning sir! Can I get your order?” A sweet voice asked.

I looked up and was met with the most beautiful y/e/c eyes. Everything else faded into the background as she gave me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. Her eyes sparkled even better than the biggest diamonds in the world.

She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

(Reader’s POV)

The next person in line was a tall ginger. And let me tell you, he’s as handsome as hell.

The suit he was wearing showed off his muscles perfectly.

He looked like something straight out of heaven, straight out of the hands of God.

He seemed to be in a daze, so I tried to get his attention, “Sir? Is everything alright?”

He blinked, snapping out of his trance as he gave a shy smile, “Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a bit.”

I gave him a small smile, “So, can I get your order?”

He nodded, licking his lips, “Yeah. So, I’ll get one macchiato and one espresso.”

“Busy day?” I asked, “I mean, with that much caffeine, you must be in for a long day.”

He chuckled, “Yeah. With business booming and a bunch of paperwork to fill out, the caffeine helps keep us going.”

“Can I have your name?” I asked.

The ginger smiled, shooting me a small wink, “It’s Fred Weasley, darling.”

I felt my cheeks heaten up at the nickname, “Interesting. Are you by any chance related to the owner of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes?”

Fred laughed, “Darling, I am one of the owners.”

My jaw dropped, “Oh Godric, I-I’m sorry for not recognizing you sooner. No wonder you looked so familiar.”

Fred grinned, “Don’t worry about that sweetheart. Attending Hogwarts with a twin, very few people could tell us apart.”

I handed him the coffee, “It was nice meeting you and being able to talk to you Fred.”

Fred smiled, “I’m so glad that I met you. And you might be seeing me around more often.”

Holly playfully nudged me in a teasing manner once Fred headed out, “He totally likes you.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “No. He doesn’t.”

“He totally does.” She insisted.

“And you like him too.” Holly added.

I smiled, “So, what if I like him? Holly, he’s the owner of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes for goodness sake! He has so much options - better ones, if I may add - out there. So, why would he choose a simple barista like me?”

Holly rolled her eyes, “Because he finds you gorgeous.”

“No. Holly, he does not.”

I took off my apron, hanging it on the peg, “I’m taking my break. I’ll just go on a little walk.”

(Fred’s POV)

“What took you so long?” George asked as I stepped back in the shop, “Was starting to think that you fell asleep at the coffee shop.”

“How could I fall asleep Georgie?” I said, leaning against the counter, “When she’s so breathtakingly gorgeous.”

“Who?” My twin asked as he sipped his macchiato, suddenly interested in where the conversation was heading, “Who’s breathtakingly gorgeous.”

I sighed, not having the ability to keep her out of my head, “The barista at the coffee shop. Her eyes sparkled so beautifully under the sunlight. Her smile was enough to light up the whole world. She’s just so gorgeous Georgie. I can’t get her out of my head.”

“That’s amazing Freddie!” George said with a huge grin, “So, what else?”

I started to ramble on about the conversation we had, then George gave me a look.

“What?” I asked, “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

He raised a brow, “You really don’t know?”

“I missed something, didn’t I?” I asked.

“Yes, you idiot. What’s her name?” He said.

“Her name is uh, oh shoot! I forgot to ask for her name.” I said, getting up and running out of the shop.

“Where’re you going?” George called out.

“I’m going to get her name!”

I ran into the coffee shop, thankfully, it wasn’t so crowded. I approached one of the baristas stationed at the cashier.

“Hey, is the barista who I talked to earlier still there?” I asked.

She nodded, “Yeah. She is already on her break, but she went out for a walk.”

“Do you know where she went?” I said, running a hand through my hair.

Her friend thought about it for a moment, “I am 99.9% sure that she went to the bookstore that’s at the end of the street.”

After thanking her friend, I immediately ran to the bookstore, hoping to catch up to her.

Just to my luck, I ran into her once she was heading out of the bookstore, causing her to tumble into my arms.

“Hey Fred!” She greeted with her amazing smile, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

I chuckled, “Yeah. I actually forgot to ask you something.”

She raised a brow, “What?”

“I forgot to get your name.” I admitted.

She chuckled, moving a lock of hair away from her face, “It’s Y/N.”

I smiled, “Since we got that cleared. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime, I mean, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a date. But-“

She had effectively shut me up by kissing my cheek, “I would love to go on a date with you.”

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Weekend | F.W.

Title: Weekend

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: It’s the weekend and Fred wants cookies for breakfast.

Warning/s: alludes to sex (just for about 5 seconds?), food, cookies

A/N: This is my penultimate fic for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: baking/cooking together and the prompt: “Oh well, fuck me then.”

The Saturday morning sunshine peeked through the windows, causing me to wake up to the warm blankets that were wrapped around me, along with the loving and comforting embrace of my lover.

“Good morning Mrs. Weasley.” Fred greeted, his gruff morning voice sending shivers down my spine.

I smiled, turning around to face him, “Good morning Mr. Weasley.”

He grinned, pushing a stray piece of hair away from my face, “You look absolutely divine darling.”

I giggled, “You don’t look too bad yourself handsome.”

Fred chuckled, ducking down and tracing a line of kisses from my jaw down to my neck.

“Freddie,” I gasped as he gently sucked on my sweet spot, “Isn’t it too early for this?”

“It’s never too early to make love with such a gorgeous goddess like you.” He said with a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes at him, pushing me off of me as I got up.

“Hey! Hey!” He called out with a small pout, “Where are you going?”

“The kitchen. I’m going to make breakfast.” I answered, tying my hair back in a ponytail.

Fred pouted like a toddler, “Come back to bed.”

I gave him a small smile, “Once I’ve finished making you some breakfast.”

I then went out of our bedroom and headed to the kitchen while I heard my husband grumble something I couldn’t make out.

Once I arrived at the kitchen, Fred made his presence known by wrapping his arms around my waist.

“What’re you making?” He asked, looking at me like a puppy.

I shrugged, “I was supposed to make some pancakes. Unless you want something else?”

He thought about it for a moment, “Can we make some cookies?”

I laughed, “What are you? A toddler?”

He dramatically gasped, feigning offense, “How could you?”

“What?” I said, trying to stifle my laugh, “What kind of adult asks for cookies for breakfast?”

“I do!” He defended.

“Right,” I teased, “I knew that I married someone who could possibly be a menace to society but I didn’t know that I married such a child.”

“Take that back!” He threatened.

I smiled, “Not until you catch me.”

The two of us chased each other around the kitchen. Our laughter bouncing off the walls of the house.

I let out a squeal as I was lifted off of the ground.

“Got’cha!” Fred said, laughing along with me.

“Okay! Fine!” I said in mock surrender, “I’ll make you some cookies.”

He smiled, putting me down, “Can I help?”

I chuckled, “Fine. Just don’t make a mess.”

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I spoke too soon about the mess.

Eggshells were littered on the counter, there was a small puddle of milk in one corner. And it looked like that half of the box of baking soda covered the cookbook that Molly gave me.

What did I expect? I was married to Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake.

Once the cookies had been safely placed in the oven, I turned and saw Fred looking at the bowl of leftover cookie dough.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I raised a brow at him, “Let me guess, you want to eat the cookie dough and lick the bowl?”

A childish grin grew on his lips, “I knew that I married you for a reason.”

I laughed, “So someone could keep up with your childish antics.”

Fred pulled the bowl closer to him and scooped up some of the dough using his finger before bringing the gooey goodness to his mouth, “It tastes absolutely brilliant sweetheart.”

I giggled, “It better be! You made quite a mess.”

He then raised two fingers in a come hither motion, causing me to walk towards him.

He rested a hand behind my neck before pulling our lips together in a searing kiss. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for access, to which I granted. I could taste the doughy chocolate on his tongue.

We pulled apart when we heard a small ding from the oven. I grabbed the oven mitten from the table and pulled out the tray of cookies out of the oven and placed them on the counter.

I bent over the counter, reaching for the icing when I felt Fred push me down, pinning me down to the counter.

“Do you know just how sexy you look in this position?” He whispered.

I giggled, “I don’t. Tell me more.”

“Oh, the things I could do to you right now.” He said, the smile evident in his voice.

“Oh well, fuck me then.” I challenged, causing my husband to grin.

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