About him [Fred Weasley]

Pairing: Fred Weasleyx reader (Slytherin but brief mention)

Summary: [y/n] and Fred have always been friends because of their similarities, but after focusing on their differences they ended up missing each other a lot.

A/N: really slow burn except for the fact that I speed it up lol (gif is very much the ice cream shop scene)

Warnings: brief mention of p*rn but it’s just for a joke really; and sadness at the very end, much much sadness

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[y/n]and Fred Weasley were classmates, and, even though they were from different houses (she was a Slytherin, he was a Gryffindor), they generally ended up in the same circles because they had a lot of friends and common and were purebloods.

They had lots of things in common, but they never really thought much of it or talked about it. Their pureblood families were seen with wicked eyes by the others because they were friendly towards muggles and muggles-borns, and curiously [y/n]’s mother worked in the same department as Fred’s dad.

Fred silently understood [y/n], and she sympathized with him as well. But that was as far as their friendship went. They joked with each other and worked well together when assigned — except they were never alone or were clingy towards one another.

Therefore, it was no surprise (nor new) that Fred sat next to her, at the almost end of a party at Ravenclaw. Both had a drink in hand and were laughing at their friends’ jokes. Suddenly, the big group divided itself into pairs that were talking together, and [y/n] saw herself in a position to make conversation with Fred.

“Where’s George?” she politely asked him while sipping her cup.

He looked down at her — even sitting, it was clear he was taller.

“Honestly,” his eyes were smiling, “I have no idea.”

She half-smiled, half laughed, which was her usual reaction when speaking to Fred. He had a humorous way of expressing himself even when it was not funny.

“Aren’t you worried?”

“With George? No,” Fred chocked; with a raised brow. “He’ll manage. Whereverhe is.”

“Probably with a girl,” [y/n] said with a calm tone that surprised Fred.

He knew he and his twin had a reputation (perhaps even Dumbledore did), but he didn’t expect little miss [y/n] to mention that with such naturality. He didn’t know why it bothered him; was it because he hoped to preserve his image of a good boy or because it was her?

“Wait, what about you?” she asked, realizing he didn’t say anything about George. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend,” corrected Fred in a huff. “We broke up last week.”

[y/n] took a long while to stare at him, analyzing his features — the more she looked, the more concerned Fred got.

She didn’t know about the news regarding Fred and Angelina, but she was nowhere near worried.

“Well, by the end of next week, you two will be together again,” she shrugged, looking back at her drink.

“Not at all,” Fred denied, moving his face.

“Come on, Fred,” [y/n] lowered her hands, “you guys never last too much apart; at this point, it’s almost annoying.”

He stared at her, more shocked than before.

“You guys are always breaking up,” she pointed out, this time with a sweeter tone, scared she was offending him.

“True,” granted Fred, “but this time is for real.”

“You said that last time,” remembered [y/n], unable to hold her smile at the end of her sentence and making Fred smile too.

There was a pause before Fred decided to defend his point.

“I don’t…” he swallowed. “Angie and I… we both know the relationship isn’t going anywhere.”

“Wow,” [y/n] was surprised. They always talked about Fred’s break-ups but never before had he said something like that. “You’re serious.”

Fred ignored her comment.

“George and I want to do something big, you know? And I need to be real about it, so might as well be serious about everything else.”

[y/n] considered his comment. She knew it was his dream to open the joke shop. She also knew his parents were not very okay with that.

Another thing they had in common, she supposed. Her parents didn’t support her dream of being an actress either. They were okay with her pursuing a career in the muggle world, but they did not want it to be acting.

“It’s a good plan, you know, ” she said, finally. “Just… don’t lose your charm.”

“Don’t lose my charm, you say?” Fred smirked, getting closer to her, their legs touching each other in the small blue sofa of Ravenclaw.

“Notthat charm,” she said through her teeth, shoving him with her shoulder. But even when she hated him using his smirk with her, she ended up smiling. “I meant your drollery.”

“Oh,” he leaned back, the smirk fading. “I suppose that if Snape wasn’t able to erase my joy, nothing can.”

He was right, of course.

“And you, huh?” Fred asked, noticing that if he remained in silence, the conversation would die. “How’s the porn acting career going?”

She pushed him again with her free hand this time, and he laughed it off. She was sure it hurt, though, because he remained to brush up and down his arm.

“I don’t want to be a porn star, you creep,” [y/n] hissed, but she wasn’t that angry with his comment as she was leading him into thinking. “And I suppose it’s going as slow as it can go when you are only sixteen and lives in your school.”

“And have unsupporting parents,” added Fred, tilting his head, feeling very clever with his suggestion. Until he looked at her and saw she was frozen. “Sorry, I didn’t m….”

“You’re right,” she sighed, gulping her drink until she drank it all. Then, startling Fred, she started laughing, but it was nowhere near a desperate laugh as he expected. “Gosh, I just want to be over with school.”

“Shocking enough, me too,” agreed Fred, entering her cheerful mood with a smile of himself.

Two Years Later…

She avoided going to the Diagon Alley for various reasons, but the most important was to dodge encountering old classmates. But the Wizarding World was at the brink of war, and [y/n]’s mom insisted that her daughter should go out and buy everything they could need in case they had to go into hiding.

After hours of shopping, she left her parents at one of the stores and walked all by herself to the ice cream place, where she hoped to have a minute to sit down and breathe.

She was contemplating the busy streets, filled with workers and other wizards, all with the same desperate look her mom had on her face. She had noticed when Fred and George walked in the shop, but she hoped her well-placed table would be enough to hide her.

It wasn’t.

“Oh, [y/n]!” shouted Fred, after taking the ice cream he chose with the attendant. He stepped in her direction, the expression in his face pure joy.

They had bumped into each other after school, but they always had other places to go and be, which left them with a chance only to say hi. But, seeing her, calmly, sitting with her ice cream, Fred thought it was the perfect chance to catch up with his long time friend.

“How are you?” he asked, smiling.

Noticing she had no escape, she pointed to the remaining empty chair at her table for him to sit and finally answered.

“Oh, you know,” she shrugged. “Every day’s crazier than the one before, and we never know how tomorrow is gonna be, so…” she dredged. “But I heard your shop is outstanding itself — congrats, Fred.”

Fred only blushed because he didn’t have time to comment on her praise since George appeared next to them, with his ice cream in his hands.

“Hi, [y/n],” he smiled, but his expression and tone were nowhere near the joy in Fred’s.

“How are you, George?” she asked politely, noticing that she was braver to do small talk with George than Fred.

“Fine as one can be knowing Voldy’s out there,” answered the twin, his voice tone so standardized, it showed how many times had he answered that. “You do believe in his return, right?” he asked; suddenly, he remembered she used to be a Slytherin.

[y/n] pretended not to care when George suggested so easily otherwise, even though Fred, in front of her, seemed close to slapping his twin. She was used to other people’s prejudice.

“Oh, I do,” she said. “I’m with parents buying supplies, really but, right now, I just ran away from them.”

“They’re getting on your nerves?” asked Fred, quickly remembering their time in school when [y/n]’s mom used to send her letters almost every day.

[y/n] took in Fred’s friendly and joking smile. She didn’t realize she missed the twins. Missed Fred.

“My mom knows how to stress someone,” [y/n] let out.

“Probably learned with ours,” commented George, sighing playfully. Then he turned to his twin, “Fred, we gotta go; we can’t leave Verity alone for too long.”

Fred pressed his eyes shut with enormous force — he knew his twin was correct, but he didn’t want to leave.

“Go ahead, George, I’ll catch up,” Fred said finally, avoiding [y/n]’s eyes, scared it would reveal that she did not want him there.

They were friends or at least used to be, and after school, they just lost touch. [y/n] pushed herself away from all her friends on purpose, and Fred didn’t think he could be an exception. Besides, she spent most of her time in the muggle world, pursuing her career — which was no secret to the gossip of wizardly London that she was failing. She had yet to get any parts in any movies or plays, and the most prestigious families were saying all horrible things about her.

His own mother was one of the gossipers spreading rumours, but every time she said anything near Fred, he would jump at her, shutting her up.

“So…” she started saying and scratched her throat. “How’s your family?” she asked finally. “I bet your mom doesn’t complain about the joke shop anymore.”

He smiled. It could be awkward between them sometimes, but it was pretty easy to fall into a comfortable flow.

“She doesn’t, you’re right,” he laughed with his nose, pausing to take his ice cream. “And Ron is always asking us for money now.”

“As he would,” [y/n] smiled, remembering tenderly of the lovely Weasley family.

“And you? How’s the career going?” he almost joked as he used to do, mentioning she was a porn star, but now that the rumours said she basically had no career, he was scared she had run to that option as her last resort. And who was he to judge?

“You mean acting?” she asked and puffed, playing with her ice cream. “I’ve given up on it not so long after I left Hogwarts.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” she sighed. “I tried, sure, ‘cause I’m not that coward, but.. it was clear it wouldn’t turn out to be anything. I’m always the weirdo at auditions, always saying something wrong… I thought watching tons of muggle movies would leave me as a great performer of the muggles’ grimaces, but it sure didn’t. Or simply just wasn’t enough.”

“I can’t believe you quit,” he said. “You craved it so much back at school.”

“That’s cause I didn’t know what it really was like back at school,” she sighed again. “They don’t want me not even backstage.”

“That can’t be true!” Fred looked — and it probably was the first time [y/n] had seen him like that — a mix of angry and exasperation.

“Don’t let it get over your head, Fred,” she avoided his eyes. “I don’t.”

He stared at her, for a moment just the two of them and the silence.

“Besides, I’m working with my dad at his muggle bookshop,” she shrugged. “You should stop by anytime. if there’s someone that can make you read a book, and like it, it’s my dad.”

Fred still wanted to talk about [y/n]’s acting career but he understood the subject could still be sensitive to her.

“I doubt that,” Fred let himself smile again.

They spent more minutes talking, picking up in all the subjects they could and then reliving old memories until Fred remembered he had to go back to work.

He got up, saying his goodbyes, while [y/n] stood there, her ice cream already eaten.

“See you, Fred,” she said, her tone clear of her sadness.

Fred only took two steps before turning back at her. He pressed his hands in his pants pockets — a million feelings going to his head, most of them telling him to give up.

But he remembered how much he wanted to do that since Hogwarts, and with her, and only with her, he simply never gathered enough courage.

And that wasn’t fair.

[y/n] deserved a chance with him as much as any girl. He deserved a chance with her as much as any guy.

“[y/n],” he swallowed, nervous as her eyes met his, “would you by any chance like to go out with me?”

“I’d love to!” she said, not even remembering she ever wanted to go out with him, but now feeling like that was all she ever craved.

Two Days Later…

The night had been exciting. Spending hours before a mirror, hoping for the best look had paid off, [y/n] noticed because Fred Weasley couldn’t stop staring at her with big eyes.

They managed to talk a bit about everything, always having something new to add to their conversation. Even when they remained in silence, it wasn’t bad. It was anxious but great.

And then he insisted on dropping her off, which only made her more nervous. She wanted to kiss him and she hoped so badly he enjoyed his night as much as she had so he would want to kiss her too.

At Hogwarts, she could not deny it, it had occurred to her kissing Fred. However, it was always when she was too drunk to manage a congruent thought or when her friends asked who of their friends she could kiss. But the fact is: they never did.

A corner of her mind wondered if she ever really did have a window with him back then, but school memories were all a blur in her mind. It seemed obvious now that she and Fred could match, but back then, not so much.

Fred was thinking the same. He liked her. He always did.

They knew each other before Hogwarts, and even if at first (she being a Slytherin and all) they were apart, their friendship rose so easily on their second year and managed to stay firm until the very end.

He remembered wanting to kiss her but it was never as bad as he wanted now, when he had her hand in his, and she was blushing simply because they were standing side to side.

And when he finally did, finally allowed his lips to touch hers — heavens — he could have died right then. It felt right. It felt good.

Fred had kissed many times before, but none felt as close to perfection as this time.

He pulled her in softly by her cheek, letting his lips simply brush against hers and she gasped, opening her mouth, desperate for more.

Then his hands were everywhere, and [y/n] was not reserved herself. She pulled forward, holding grasp of his hair, and it was unclear to determine who would let go first.

Perhaps never let go was a good solution. They both thought so.

One Year Later…

Fred Weasley lied before her, forever moveless.

She could not believe it.

She reached for his cold hands and squeezed, hoping her touch would be enough to reverse what was irreversible.

On both of her sides, there was a Weasley crying, desperate as much as her.

But the only one feeling as hollow as her, the only one that could compete as her sadness was George. No words were able to comfort.

Not right there, not at the burial ceremony, not at her empty apartment above the joke shop.

Everything reminded her of him.

They had been together for only a year, but he was her best friend before that. Somehow, when she played different scenarios in her head, she felt like she could have suffered more if they had stayed just as friends.

It was the latest memories the ones that hurt the most. She knew they were in danger when the war began, but both were not going anywhere, and Fred had hope.

Every night in hiding he would hold her against his bare chest and whisper that they were going to be okay. Sometimes he even joked she would get out of it with a movie deal about the Wizarding War.

[y/n] and George helped each other out of their worst moments, creating a friendship tighter than they had before. But, eventually, she knew that without Fred she did not belong in the joke shop building.

At Fleur’s and Bill’s wedding, Fred had made her promise she would try the film industry once again.

“You know,” he said, whispering in her year while they slow danced, “your dad says you like to write. Perhaps you should write a script.”

“Perhaps,” she smiled. “But about what should the movie script be?”

“About me, of course,” he joked.

How she wished he was there with her.

Walking in to deliver her first script.

About them.

About her.

Abouthim.

Too Late

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader 

Synopsis: Reader recounts the events that led to her heartbreak and where she is now

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Angst. Dumbasses, literally everyone is a dumbass. Some very questionable writing.

A/N: Oof, I don’t know how I feel about this bad boy. I wrote it at 2:00 in the morning because it’s freezing in my dorm room and I can’t sleep. There isn’t any dialogue, so it’s quite different than my normal dialogue heavy style.

Girl code, it’s the bane of my existence and the cause of my seemingly never ending heartbreak. Then again, part of this is my fault, I was never supposed to crush on my best friend’s brother. But people always told me that love would come when I would least expect it and that I wouldn’t be able to choose whom I fell for. And I hate to admit it, but they were right. I didn’t choose to fall for Fred, nor would I have ever chosen to. 

Ginny and I became fast friends when she was a first year, I was technically a second year but I had transferred after one year at Durmstrang, so we were both new and attached to each other. Through my friendship with her I met the rest of the Weasley’s and soon they all became like brothers to me. I would spend every waking minute with at least one of the Weasley’s, I had formed an unbreakable bond with all of them, and to this day I wouldn’t be able to explain how. 

Fred was always the clingiest; pushing his siblings out of the way in order to sit next to me in the great hall, studying with me in the library (I would study, and he would come up with ideas for his and George’s business), cuddling up to me on the couch when we would, as a group, sit and talk in front of the fire in the common room, hold my hand in the hallways while he walked me to class, and have his leg pressed into mine when there was more than enough room in the train car not to be pushed up against my side. He was the clingy overprotective brother figure, until he wasn’t. 

I made the mistake of telling Ginny when my feelings for the eldest twin started to change, I was just so confused I needed to let it out. I’ll never forget the look of hurt that flashed across her face when the tretorius, to her, words left my lips. She thought it gross and weird that I had feelings for her older brother, the same person I had called one of my honorary brothers not a week before my confession to her. It’s not like I wanted the conflicting emotions, it’s not like I wanted to stare at his lips every time he talked and wonder how they would feel against mine, nor did I want to get lost in his chocolatey brown eyes every time I happened to meet his eye, and I especially didn’t want my daily massaging of his scalp to become weird because I started to hyperfocus on hos his fair felt slipping through my fingers and wondering what his reaction would be if I happened to ‘accidently’ tug on the ends.

It all started to come to a head one day when Fred skipped Defense Against the Dark Arts in order to spend my free period with me. The ginger had snuck me into the boys dormitory, luckily none of his roommates were ill and were all in class, so we had the whole room to ourselves. We cuddled up on his bed talking and playing the gameboy I had gotten that Christmas from my parents. He had told me some stupid joke about Snape that had my in stitches, and while I was laughing his fingertips started to stroke up and down my side. I stopped laughing when what he was doing, my eyes snapped up to his face where I noticed that he was already staring down at me. He unceremoniously leaned forward and crashed his lips onto mine. I immediately got lost in the feeling, giving into the crush I had been harboring for a few months at that point. 

I was knocked out of the trance his lips put me into when George came barreling through the dorm room door to tell us that my free period was over. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on me, gone was the warm happy feeling and the tingly lips, quickly replaced by stomach churning guilt and fear. Fear of losing Fred or Ginny, even worse, losing them both. 

I almost immediately confessed to Ginny what had happened, the guilt eating away at my stomach lining in the mere hour that I had kept it from her. I expected her to get mad at me, to yell at me, but all she did was reassure me that everything would be okay when I started to cry. But I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t pleased that her brother and I had kissed, so I started to pull away. I went an entire week not talking to a single Weasley, even though Fred had tried relentlessly to get me to talk to him. When I finally did I told him that I couldn’t date him, not then at least, maybe when we had all graduated from Hogwarts and dating a friend’s sibling would no longer seem to be the end of the world.

I was heartbroken when I told Fred I couldn’t date him, and all I wanted to do when I saw the heartbreak on his own face was to kiss the pain away. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t hurt Ginny, I couldn’t hurt her. She was my very best friend and I couldn’t risk hurting her. So Fred and I naturally drifted, but Ginny and I stayed close. In order to keep the other Weasley siblings from knowing the full extent of what happened, I had pulled away from everyone that wasn’t Ginny. I no longer wrote to Charlie or Bill unless they wrote me first (which they almost never did), Percy was too busy with his duties to even notice, George knew so it was no surprise to him when I did pull away, and Ron was none the wiser because he was far too busy with Harry and Hermione. 

The years since the kiss had passed slowly, agonizingly so. Fred seemed to have moved on from meno longer staring at me from across the common room, nor trying to sit near me in the Great Hall. But I hadn’t fared that well; I dreamt of his brown eyes and freckled face almost every night, I stared longingly at him when we were in crowded rooms, I would go to every single quidditch match to cheer him on but I’d slip out of the crowd and back into the dorms when kids rushed the field to congratulate the winners and on nights when I really missed him I would stare at the moving pictures I had of us buried deep under my socks so no one would no that I was still clinging to him and to our memories. 

So it really shouldn’t surprise me that he has moved on, that he just asked Angelina out. She’s gorgeous and they’re both on the quidditch team, she already has more in common with him than I do. But I also shouldn’t have the burning flames of jealousy deep in my gut, he’s happy and I should be happy for him. But I just can’t be. I had held onto the hope for years that he would wait for me, that once we graduated we could finally date, that Ginny would be too busy on a professional quidditch team somewhere to care that her best friend was dating her brother. 

But he didn’t wait for me, and I can’t blame him for that. As I lay curled up in my little twin bed silently sobbing as to not wake any of the other girls up, I think of where I went wrong. I think of the girl code and how much it sucks, because if there weren’t some unwritten set of rules drilled into girls’ heads at a young age, then I might be happy. I think of Ginny, and how if it weren’t for her I never would have worked up the nerve to talk to the guy that is arguably the love of my life, but I also never would have felt the greatest heartbreak because I decided to protect her feelings and our friendship. I think of how I’m too late and that I wish I had just told Fred how I felt, but a tiny little part of me wishes I had never met him so the hurt and ugly green monster of jealousy would just go away. 

Hermione doesn’t expect to become friends with Ron’s older twin brothers, but her relationships with both Fred and George develop much more organically than her other friendships, even the ones with Harry and Ron. Even Ginny was harder to get to know than Fred and George, but Hermione is close with them by the time her second year begins.

Fred’s intellectual wavelength matches Hermione’s almost exactly. Things tend to hit them the same way, and they often meet each other’s eyes during tense moments. George, on the other hand, is more emotionally similar to Hermione. Later in life, after Fred’s death, he attaches himself to her, like she’s his moral compass.

Like with Ron and Ginny, she’s grateful when the twins can diffuse the tension of her inner world, although she knows they’re much more than comic relief. She sees how smart they are, even when their own mum doesn’t.

They love her as much as they love Harry. It’s different from the way they protect Ron and Ginny of course, but they’d still do anything for her.

Summary: Ten years ago, Draco was sure you were dead. But after receiving a letter from none other than you, his world is flipped upside down.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Word Count:4k+

Genre: Fluff, a lil angsty

Requested:No, requests currently closed while I finish my sitting requests :)

Warnings:None

A/N: I know it’s been a while, and this is likely all over the place~ just something that’s been on my mind for a while and finally had some time to sit down and plot it out! Part 2?

The warmth of the fire can’t drive away the cold. It creeps in, starting from his toes and runs all the way to his chest. That cold that can only be associated with his own sadness. Draco sits in his favorite chair by the hearth, his eyes scanning the letter over and over again. Surely he’d seen this before.

“Darling,” Astoria, his wife of six years starts. “I’m putting Scorpius to bed, are you coming?”

“Not tonight,” he says. It’s firmer than intended, but he can’t even drag his eyes away to apologize.

Astoria lingers in the doorway of their meager living room of their meager cottage that they’d fallen in love with when they first saw it, but now needed more space. She eyes her husband warily and the letter in his hand, that smelled of the sweetest perfume and has him in a tizzy. She knew there’d been someone before her. Someone that never made it out of the war. Someone he loved more than anyone.

Astoria sighs, her eyes still watching her husband for a single second before she slips down the hallway.

Draco brings the letter to his lips, kissing the very paper it was written on, his mind wandering back to all the kisses he gave to you, all the times he’d kiss your forehead and hold you and tell you how much he loved you. He can’t believe the letter had even come.

Dearest Draco,

I’m sorry if this letter reaches you late. It is now May 10^th, 1998, and by now you must be sure that I am dead.

Draco puts the letter down for a moment, his heart almost completely stopping in his chest. Alive? Is she alive? Should he leave now?

I hope someday you can forgive me for letting you think I’d ever meet such a fate in a war, but I assure you I am, for now, safe and sound. I made a deal with Dumbledore before your task. I’m continuing his work, growing my own power and studying as much as I can. I’ve followed the knowledge, as I always told you I would. I wrote the first half of this letter once I’d gotten out safely, but couldn’t bring myself to finish it. It is now August 25^th, 2008. Ten years since I started.

She’s alive. She must be, if he’s receiving this letter now. He sets it on the arm of his chair and stands, pacing in that Draco Malfoy way. He stoops at the chair for his whiskey and the letter, his eyes scanning it.

I’ll be returning to London soon. I’ve taken up the Potions Master position at Hogwarts under Mrs. Granger’s rule, and I wanted you to be the first to know that I’ll be coming back. I hope to see you in Hogsmeade on the 29^th of August. You know where. I’ll be there at 3pm, and I hope you show. I want to hear all about your life, Draco. Did you ever marry? Are you happy? I miss you, and I hope that you’ve built a life for yourself.

See you?

Love,

Y/N

Draco sits down in his chair again, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. Seeing you. Tomorrow. For the first time in ten years. The longest ten years of his life, thinking you were dead. The worst ten years. No, he married. He has a son. He became one of the most well-respected and astute healers in the entire wizarding world. He’s had a wonderful ten years. Right?

He stands again, pacing and pacing and pacing. Alternating between his drink and smelling your sweet, sweet smell that he’d tried so hard to preserve in one of his t-shirts you always wore to bed.

Astoria leans against the doorjamb, watching Draco pace and pace. She knows that pace. He’s stressed and conflicted and terrified. That look on his precious face…

She walks to him, taking his face in her hands.

“Draco,” she says firmly, catching his attention. “What is it?”

He’s quiet for a moment and she holds her breath, searching his face for any kind of answer.

“It’s Y/N,” he says, his voice almost a ghost of a whisper. “She’s alive. And she’s coming back. And she wants me to meet her tomorrow.”

Astoria drops her hands from his face, taking in his words. So, this was it, then. She knew who he would choose should it come down to it.

“That little twit,” Astoria breathes. “How selfish can she be?”

Draco, taken aback, gazes at his wife. “Selfish?”

“You were in hell for the first years of us being together because of her! You moped at our wedding. You won’t dare allow me to do simple things like wear your clothes to sleep in or go through your old Hogwarts trunk. All because you thought she was dead!” Astoria roars, finding her voice now.

“Darling, calm down,” Draco starts.

“Calm down?” Astoria roars, growing louder. “You’re going to tell me, your wife, to calm down, after telling me you’re going to meet the woman you’ve secretly wished I was for the last ten years? Don’t tell me to calm down, Draco. Don’t.”

Draco sighs. He paces the length of the family room, only stopping to sink into his chair.

“Astoria, I don’t know what to say,” he sighs. He drags his hands down his face, haunted almost. “She was the love of my life. She taught me everything I know about love and how to do it. That I was capable of it.

“Would you leave me for her?” Astoria asks suddenly, eyeing her husband.

“I wish I had an answer for that,” Draco relents.

 Astoria nods. She squares her shoulders, holding her chin high as her eyes water. “Then you can sleep on the sofa tonight.”

She turns and exits into the hallway, and Draco can hear her stalking to the bedroom and the telltale door slam.

~

Astoria doesn’t speak to him all morning. She gets Scorpius ready for his mid-day lessons and ignores Draco.

So, he gets up, showers, tousles his hair, and squirts on some of his best cologne. He’d look like the happiest man in the world today. Maybe because he is.

He leaves the house without a word to Astoria, only stopping to kiss Scorpius on his head and whisper a quick “I love you,” words he never heard from his own father.

~

Hogsmeade bustles with shop owners and consumers and students, all exploring the new world and everything it has to offer. Draco walks amongst the crowd, his teeth chattering despite the warm August day. His nerves make every step feel longer than it is, and his palms sweat profusely. He allows his mind to wander as he forages down the cobblestone pathway; what would you look like? What would you be wearing? Would you smell the same? Did you ever marry? Are you happy?

His train of thought is halted as he approaches the place that you used to call your spot. The little ice cream shop across from Creepy Cauldrons, a vehement Halloween only shop. You and Draco would go on ice cream dates almost every Hogsmeade trip since fourth year when you admitted you fancied him, and he you. It was the one spot he couldn’t bring himself to walk into when he thought you were dead. Not even with Scorpius.

He pushes open the door, the little bell jangling as it always does. It doesn’t take long for him to spot you. You were in the same booth you were always in when you’d meet up. Your booth you shared together.

Draco approaches you, though your back is to him. He wonders if it’s a dream. Could it really be you? Is this a cruel prank?

Upon hearing his footsteps, you turn, Y/E/C eyes locking with his grey ones. Draco stops. His heart stops, his mouth dry, his eyes watering. It’s really you.

 You stand and move to hug him, but Draco is stiff. He doesn’t hug you back.

 “Draco,” you start, pulling away from him. “I’m sorry this is so sudden. I understand if you don’t want me back in your life at all, I just wanted a moment to explain myself.”

 Draco nods. He takes his old seat, and you sit across from him.

 Over his shoulder, Sir Harrington- the owner of the ice cream parlor- gives you a thumbs up. He’d been serving you ice cream since you were kids, and you had no doubt he would forget you or Draco.

 “So,” Draco begins. He hides his shaking hands underneath the table. “You’re back? For good?”

 “For good,” you relent.

 “I thought you were dead,” Draco says. His voice betrays him and cracks. He clears his throat, but doesn’t continue.

 “I know,” you say. You reach across the table for his hand, but he doesn’t move. You withdraw your hand, knowing he’ll be cold as ice until you can crack him. “I know what everyone thought. I knew the repercussions of what I did, but I’m only sorry to you.”

 “Sorry to me?” He asks. “You’re sorry? You came here to tell me you’re sorry?”

 “Draco,” you start, but he cuts you off.

 “Don’t. You don’t know what it was like. I thought you were dead. I moved on. I lived in hell every single day that you were gone. I can’t even look my wife in the eye without wishing it were you,” he says through his teeth.

 “You married, then,” you say. Your resolve weakens, and you know it’s hopeless.

“I did. Astoria Greengrass and I wed in 2001. It’ll be seven years in December.”

 “I see,” you say. “I’m happy for you, Draco.”

 “We have a son. Scorpius.”

 You nod, chuckling to yourself. “The name we picked out for our first son?”

 Draco nods, and has the grace to look slightly embarrassed. “Astoria knows what you meant to me. I wanted to keep you alive in my memory somehow.”

 “Meant?”

 Draco remains silent, his eyes on his hands as he considers his own words.

 “Mean,” he says, finally meeting your gaze.

 You sigh and allow yourself a moment to get lost in his eyes the way you wanted to every minute you were gone.

 “I didn’t want to leave you, Draco,” you admit. “But it was for the best. I was doing dangerous potions work. Collecting samples of serums from creatures that can only be found in the deepest, darkest corners of the world. It was the type of exploring that I had to do alone.”

 “You could’ve at least told me you were alive,” Draco says. He leans across the table, taking your cheek in his palm. “I died over and over again every day that I thought you were gone.”

 You bring your hand up, holding onto his wrist, letting his words soak into your brain. You know you’ll likely never hear them again.

 “I didn’t know if I would ever come back,” you whisper, your voice catching in your throat. “So many times I was sure I was dead, but I kept fighting. I wanted to come back to you.”

 Draco drops his hand, though you had the feel of his warm palm on your skin already committed to memory.

 “What are we to do?” He asks, reaching for your hand.

 You trace the silver wedding band sitting on his left hand, fourth finger. “We go on with our lives. I’m sure I’ll be teaching Scorpius someday. I’m glad that you found love, Draco, and I’m sorry that it wasn’t with me.”

 You stand, turning your back on the boy you love so dearly, and walk out of the shop.

 Draco sits for a minute, taking everything in. Why hadn’t he tried to stop you? Why hadn’t he reached out for you? Why did he let you walk away from him again?

~

When Draco enters, Astoria rises from her place at their dining room table. She’s prepared for the worst, but Draco doesn’t look haunted anymore. For the first time in her life, he looks alive.

 “Draco?”

 His head whips to her, like he hadn’t seen her.

 “Oh,” he says. “Hello.”

 “How was it?”

 “It was… good?” he says. He takes a seat at the table, his eyes trained on his hands, recalling the feeling of her finger on his wedding band. “She said she’s happy I’m happy.”

 “What else?” Astoria pries.

 “She just wanted to let me know she was alive,” he says. “She’ll be teaching potions at Hogwarts. She likes that we used her name for Scorpius, said she looks forward to teaching him someday.”

 “She didn’t… she didn’t ask you to be with her?” Astoria asks. She can’t hide the shock from her voice.

 “No,” Draco says. “She didn’t.”

 “Well,” Astoria starts, her voice returning to normal. “I’m happy she’s okay. Come now, let’s shower.”

 Draco rises, follows his wife into their bathroom, all the while in a daze. His mind wanders to his time at Hogwarts with you, how much he loved you then and he wonders if maybe he still does.

 ~

 You look back at Draco, giggling as you pull him through the snow, trying to outrun Crabbe and Goyle to Hogsmeade.

 “Darling, come on!” You grin back at him. “They’re going to eat all the chocolate chip, and you know it’s my favorite!”

 “Slow down,” Draco laughs, pulling you to a halt. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “You’re freezing!”

 “Oh, it’s just a little cold,” you smile up at him. “We’re going to get ice cream, come on!”

 “Maybe we should get some soup or something?” Draco asks, keeping you tucked into his side. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

 You lean up, kissing him sweetly. “I love the way you take care of me, even when you’re stressed.”

 Draco’s cheeks redden as he smiles down at you, his blond hair flopping in his eyes as he kisses your forehead. “You’re my love. I’ll always take care of you.”

 Your returning smile is dazzling as you stop in the snow to hug him tightly, relishing in his warmth.

 “Just two more years and we can graduate and be married!”

 ~

 Draco towel-dries his hair as he sits on the edge of his bed. His mind feels like an unraveled ball of yarn, but he can’t ever remember feeling so happy?

 “What’s on your mind, love?” Astoria asks, crawling behind Draco on her knees. She rubs his shoulders softly, kissing at his shoulder blades.

 “Her,” he admits. “I was just thinking about some of our time together in school. Just some memories, that’s all.”

 “Let’s have another baby,” Astoria says suddenly.

 Draco turns to look at her, his heart torn. “I don’t think now is really a good time, Astoria.”

 “Why?” She pouts. “I think it’s as good a time as any.”

 “I don’t,” Draco says. He removes himself from her grasp, standing so he can properly look at his wife. “I just… I can’t right now. I know you can’t understand this, but I’m really trying to be the husband that you expect me to be.”

 Astoria gazes up at him. “You’re rejecting me?”

 “No, Astoria, I-“

 “If you wanted to meet my expectations as my partner, you’d give me another baby,” she says, determined.

 “I don’t want another baby with you,” Draco says almost immediately. His eyes are wide as he takes in the enormity of  what he’s just let slip. “Astoria, I’m sorry-“

 “Don’t,” she hisses. She closes her robe and moves to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

 Draco sits on the bed again, dragging his hands down his face once more. There it is, then. He doesn’t love his wife, he’s a terrible father, and everyone at St. Mungo’s would hear about this. With Astoria’s connections, he doubted there was a way out of this one.

 ~

 Knock knock knock.

 The door swings open and Narcissa Malfoy stands in the doorway, looking at her son who looks like he’d just walked miles and miles to even be at the manor. She takes him in her arms immediately.

 “Hello, my darling boy,” she smiles, kissing his hair.

 “Mum,” Draco says.

 Narcissa ushers him inside, closing the door behind him. The manor had changed significantly since Lucius’ trip to Azkaban, where he remains for conspiring against the ministry. Everything is white and crème, no more blacks and greys, though the telltale Slytherin green still decorates the throw blankets and some statues.

 “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Narcissa asks, sitting comfortably on the sofa.

 Draco takes a seat across from her.

 “Do you remember Y/N?”

 “Oh, how could I forget? She was fierce. It’s a shame what happened to her, I quite liked her,” Narcissa says, reminiscing to herself. “She would’ve done incredible things.”

 “I saw her today,” Draco says. “She’s alive.”

 “Oh, darling, are you still mourning her? I can get you some help, though you are the healer of the family,” Narcissa rambles.

 “No, mum,” Draco says. He wipes his palms on his pants legs. “I mean, she wrote to me, and we met at the ice cream parlor. She’s alive. And she’s come back to teach at Hogwarts.”

 Narcissa sits up immediately.

 “Draco…” she starts, choosing her words carefully. “But, what about Astoria? Scorpius? You have a responsibility to your family.”

 “I know,” Draco says. He rests his chin in his palm. “If she’d just told me she was alive… If she’d just… I would’ve waited.”

 “Don’t say that,” Narcissa goads. “Then you wouldn’t have Scorpius.”

 “I can’t pretend that I don’t love her, mum. Astoria wants another baby. I just… I would’ve waited.” Draco sighs. He runs a hand through his hair.

 “Does Astoria know?”

 “Yes,” Draco nods. “She’s not happy about it.”

 “No one would expect her to be,” Narcissa says. “She’s just found out the same news that you have, but now it’s a waiting game for her.”

 “A waiting game?” Draco asks, looking up at his mother.

 “Draco,” Narcissa smiles. “When have you ever picked anything over that girl? You were almost killed trying to protect her. It’s only a matter of time until you can accept the consequences and chase after her.”

 “I’ll lose everything,” Draco says, his eyes searching Narcissa’s. “I’ll lose my life, Astoria will make sure of that.”

 Narcissa stands and crosses the space between them to sit next to her son. She takes his hands in her own.

 “Answer me this, darling,” she starts. “Are you happy?”

 Draco takes a moment to consider this, chewing on his lip.

 “I love Scoripus, and-“

 “That’s not what I asked,” Narcissa interrupts. “Can you honestly look at me and tell me that you’re happy.”

 “No,” Draco admits. “I’m miserable. I’m stuck. I don’t love Astoria, she was just a good option, as harsh as it is. She deserves better, but I can’t lose my son.”

 “Go to her,” Narcissa instructs. “Tell her how you feel.”

 “Which one?” Draco asks, holding onto Narcissa’s hands for dear life.

 “That’s up to you,” Narcissa advises. “But always remember this: You’re a Malfoy and no matter what, there’s respect given for the name alone. I can spin a bad reputation, but I can’t heal my broken boy.”

 ~

You flit around your kitchen- though it’s not really a conventional kitchen- throwing herbs and animal parts into the large cauldron that adorns the middle of the room. Who needed a dining table when you can eat in bed?

 Taking a whiff of the potion, you smile- it’s perfect. You’re just about to extract it when there’s a knock on your door.

 Draco stands behind it, hands in his pockets, cheeks rosy, hair perfect.

 “Draco,” you smile. You hold the door open, inviting him in. “What a pleasure! I would’ve tidied a bit had I known you’d be dropping by.”

 “Pardon the intrusion,” he smiles. “I called in a favor with the Weasleys to get your address. Still messy as ever?”

 You laugh that cathartic laugh of yours, throwing your head back momentarily as you gesture around you. “Would you expect anything less?”

 “Frankly, I don’t know how you function,” Draco laughs. “How do you find anything?”

 “Organized chaos,” you shrug. “I’m sure you didn’t come here to goad me into cleaning, though. Is everything alright?”

 At your question, Draco is pacing again. Honestly, this boy could pace a hole in the floor, but you only lean against the kitchen counter, your arms folded, watching him in all his amusing glory.

 “What I’m about to say is going to sound daft,” he starts, chewing his thumb. “But I think I might still be in love with you.”

 He stops pacing and looks at you finally, but you can only raise an eyebrow at him.

 “Draco, you’re married.”

 “I know. And it feels so wrong,” he admits. He closes the space between you, taking your face in his palms so gently. “But I’ve never felt as alive and free as I do when I’m with you.”

 You pull away quickly, trying to be as gentle as possible as to not offend him.

“I know how you feel, because I feel the same way,” you start. Draco’s eyes light up. “But… I can’t be with you.”

 “Why not?” He asks, visibly shrinking.

 “You’re married!”

 “What if I weren’t?” He counters.

 “That’s not the situation,” you retort. “You are married. Had I known, I likely wouldn’t have written you. I would’ve let you find out on your own. I never meant to come between you and your family.”

 Draco runs his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated.

 “You are my family,” he growls. “Can’t you see? You and Scorpius and my mum are the only people in this world who truly matter to me. I married Astoria because it was what was expected of me.”

 “I’m afraid that’s not the way the world works,” you sigh. “I love you, Draco. I always have. I’ll probably love you forever. But I’m not a backup plan. You thought I was dead, you moved on. That’s something I’ll have to live with.”

 “Y/N,” Draco starts. He folds his hands in front of him, and he grows more and more flustered by the second. “I’m standing right in front of you, telling you that I choose you.”

 “And have you told your wife that?” You counter, folding your arms again.

 “I wanted to see how you felt first,” he confesses. “I was leaving either way, or so it seems. I just wanted to see what you thought.”

 “Draco,” you sigh. “Worry about your family for now. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

~

 Though the night is calm and peaceful, a storm brews in Draco’s mind at the thought of walking inside of his home. He sits outside on the front steps, encased in darkness, when it occurs to him that the home shouldn’t be dark.

 Curious, he stands and pushes open the front door with no resistance. It should’ve been locked. Flipping on the lights, Draco chokes back a sob. The home is empty of any presence of anyone other than himself. No photos on the walls. No dishes in the pantry. No drawings or lesson reports on the table from Scorpius. Everything lay bare and abandoned and sad. Everything but one envelope sitting on the small kitchen table, now devoid of any flowers or vases.

 Dear Draco,

After hearing of your escapades with Y/N, I’ve taken Scorpius away. I don’t know for how long we’ll be gone, or where we’re going, but I will not be a second option. I’ll allow you to decide: Me, your wife. Your son. Your home. Your career. All of your dreams. Or her.

Should you make a decision, send my owl immediately, as I’m sure she will have no problem finding me.

With all the love in my heart,

Your Wife

Astoria Malfoy

Santorini Dreaming

Author: lacunalogophile
Rated: Teen & Up
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley
Fandom(s): Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,290
Prompt: Santorini, Greece - Peppermint Cheesecake Cookies
Summary:Exhausted from the stress of the holidays, Hermione’s dreams open the doors for her and Fred to spend their holiday just the two of them.

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: being in a relationship with fred weasley was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. a small request for alone time has fred thinking something’s wrong with your relationship.
word count: 2,147 words / fred weasley x reader / fluff
: this is so important–to me at least. being in a relationship, of course it’s lovely to spend time with your other half but having alone time is just as important. so i wrote a lil something about that >:)

p.s. i know i haven’t posted in… a long time but ahhh, those requests that have been sent in are being worked on slowly but surely they’ll be up when they’re done!

being with fred weasley was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. every day, it feels like you’re falling in love with him a bit more than the day before. that’s parts and parcels of being in love; young in love, one might add. most of your days are filled with your favorite ginger. meetings in the morning for breakfast, dipping back for lunch, spending time in the library (mostly you studying and him watching–or reading through spells that could help fuel his next prank product idea) and dinner usually ends with a sweet dessert as he walks you back to your dorm.

however, sometimes… well… how do you put it… it’s good to have a bit of alone time, you know? to have your own space. you and fred do spend time apart but it was due to not having classes together or if he’s tied together with george to planning new pranks, and brainstorming products for their soon-to-be jokes shop. come to think of it, this would be your first time initiating alone time but it… um… it didn’t go down too well.

let’s recap three days ago…

“d-don’t freak, okay freddie?”

strike one.

“freak? what’d you mean?”

“um… i kinda… wanna be alone? have some time to myself.”

strike two.

“like… away from me?” oh no. no no no, freddie no–”did i do something to upset you? am… am i too much?”

“no!” panic. major panic. abort abort abort. it’s making you breathe heavy, stammering on your words, messing up your memorised lines, all dissolving at the sight of fred’s worried eyes. “i just–i wanted some–it’s not you! it’s not what you think, i just thought it would be nice if i had some time to myself and–”

you watch as your words sink into fred’s brain… but it’s not actually going in. it’s the way he looks hurt, confused, concerned altogether that it makes you feel like this is a mistake. but… you know in your heart it’s not. you can’t find the right words to explain, either. you feel the words bubbling in your throat, the tears stinging your eyes and it just reaffirms in fred’s mind that he must’ve done something to upset you. 

his hands carefully reach out to hold onto your shoulders, leveraging you down but the second you hear fred’s name being called from behind him, it makes you realise that the once-empty-hallways weren’t like that. students started coming out from classes, chatters slowly filled your ears and it made you panic even more. your heart is ramming through your ribcage and you feel nauseous. your head is spinning, vision blurry.

in a hurry, you repel from fred and make a bolt down the hallway, far away from the ginger head left confused… and worried sick.

“i’m going to burn all of your books, y/n.” a voice rings into your ear, making you gasp as you blink hard to refresh your current sight. hermione cocks a brow at you with a half-smirk, well-aware she brought you back from your reverie. you straighten your back with a cough, looking down at your essay you had meant to finish but it’s… well… it’s a slower progress this time around.

“what’s wrong?”

“n-nothing.”

“y/n,” hermione’s hand darts out to lap over your hand holding a quill, “i think i’ve known you long enough to know something’s wrong especially when you haven’t gotten past the introduction of your essay when it’s something you know like the back of your hand.”

you swallow and look up to her, knowing very well you can’t fool hermione. she is, after all, one of the brightest witches of your generation for a reason. carefully, you brush her hand off and place your quill down, clasping your own hands as they rest on the table. hermione mimics your movement, leaning forward as she prepares her ears. and so you tell her. everything. the days leading up to telling fred, the day of telling fred, and how it’s been three days since. 

the more you spoke about it to her, the clearer it was; you just appreciated having time alone and even though you’re certain there’s nothing wrong with that, it made you nervous raising this with fred because you know how this could be perceived differently. (and boy, did he)

“so that’s why he’s gotten so antsy,” hermione murmurs lowly, watching her words seep in your mind as you lock eyes.

“he’s been a little on the edge lately. seeing as to how you’ve been avoiding him, definitely took a toll on the poor lover boy.”

“i just,” you take a deep exhale, looking down to your own hands, feeling a bit empty as you imagine fred’s hand in yours, “i didn’t know how to bring it up without hurting him. i didn’t want him to think i don’t want to spend time with him, i do! i just… everyone needs alone time and i didn’t know… i just… oh god…” you groan, folding your arms onto the table and thumping your head onto your arms.

you hear hermione’s giggle, making you huff as you hide your face.

“granger, i’m not in the mood for your jokes. this is bothering me so much it’s driving me insane. i just don’t know what to do now…”

silence. for a couple of beats as you inhale and exhale. the quietness makes you feel a bit calm. maybe it’s a good thing hermione isn’t saying anything because you wouldn’t know what to say, either. soon, however, your heart nearly stops when–”maybe try talking to him?”

your eyes widen in realisation, gaping as you lift your head up from your little hiding space. whether it was the couple of days apart or lifting your head up too quickly, it feels surreal seeing him across from you. a dream-like reality.

“f-freddie…”

you watch as he extends his hand out to pat your head. thisis real. then he lowers his hand down, between your eyes as he whispers: “walk with me?”

it was a no-brainer.

fred fails to hide his grin when you don’t hesitate to place your hand in his, allowing him to whisk you away from your library seat. it’s quick and effortless, too. he’s always been swift with his movements and knowing–wanting–to have this moment with you, alone, after three tormenting days of being alone, fred knew he had to have his time with you to make things right.

he leads you towards the outskirts of the herbology classroom–behind the greenhouse, away from the hallways and buildings; surrounded by greenery. it was relaxing, and comforting, a warm blanket welcoming you into nature the moment you step past the bushes. fred brings you towards a tree, where he has a mini-picnic setup.

your heart is already melting in fred’s hands as he lures you to sit down beside him. your mind goes blank. all you do know is you’re happy being here with fred, your freddie. your mouth opens and closes a couple of times, trying to find the right words to start with as fred keeps captive of one of your hands in his lap.

“freddie, i–”ever so graciously, he squeezes your hand between the pair of his own, brown eyes blinking up to you with a small smile, "i wanna go first, if that’s okay?”

fred sees you’re surprised, but you manage a feeble nod with a soft of course. he takes a deep breath in, gazes down to your hand in his and is reminded of how much he misses holding this very hand… but he admits he understands during your absence.

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

with widened eyes, he can tell you’re beyond confused when you make a sound. a sound that crosses between a grunt and a snort. it makes him chuckle and bite back on a comment of how adorable you are when he’s meant to finish what he intended to say.

“i… i know what you meant when you said you wanted time alone. if i’m being honest, i feel like you’ve been considerate to me whenever i needed time alone with george to work on my jokes and pranks or when i needed a rest from quidditch but when it came to you i just–”fred can’t help but feel his heart swoon when you give his hand a gentle squeeze, reminding him to breathe. he does, before he continues–”i love spending every second with you and look forward to it so much that i… i realised that even though that might be what you were feeling as well, it would be nice and healthy to get some alone time.”

he swallows thickly, shaking his head with a scoffed chuckle. his eyes gaze down to your hand in his. it makes him smile. “i realised i hadn’t been fair to you by reacting the way i did and i…” he blinks up to you with a small frown, “i’m sorry.”

the lingering quietness is what makes fred a bit nervous. was he too late? three days too late to make up for his mistake? he’s trying to control his emotions and not jump to conclusions but the silence was driving him mad. it’s not until you pull your hand from his grip just so you can reach up to cup his cheek to align your gazes together. at the sight of your eyes, staring at him with such love and admiration, he nearly forgets to breathe.

“did you get an earful from gin?”

fred lets out a heavy exhale, eyes fluttering shut as he leans his cheek into your palm. “you have no idea. might as well throw good ol’ georgie in there for good measure…”

your hand shifts from his cheek up to his hair; fingers going through his ginger locks as you coo softly, “poor baby.”

fred nods with a pout, shifting closer towards you just so he can gently nudge your hand from him. as he laces your fingers together with his, you watch as his eyes open. it’s like the sun shining once more, casting its glow down on you.

“forgive me? i’ll be more understanding with your request for alone time. just like how you’ve done for me. and if i don’t–”

“if you don’t?” you interrupt with a raised brow, with that sudden flare of inquisitiveness. he tries not to get sidetracked, giving your hand a squeeze.

“if i don’t, please tell me. i’ll handle it better than i did before.”

with a sigh, you use your free hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. it elicits a whine from fred, playfully snatching both of your hands in his and giving you a good shake. laughter ripples through your nerves, locking eyes with the boy who makes you smile more than you can count; too many to keep track of.

“to be fair, you handled it well, freddie.”

he has a look of surprise on his face. raised brows, pursued lips… and eager ears waiting.

“and…i was going to apologise because of the way i brought it up.”

it’s two for two, fred looks like you’re not speaking the same language as him.

“i got nervous because i didn’t know how you’d react. i didn’t want to give the impression something was wrong in our relationship but the nervousness got the best of me and the more i tried not to panic, i kept panicking–”fred carefully uses a hand to place it over your mouth, stopping the onslaught of rambling taking your breath away. it reminds you to breathe.

when you’ve caught your breath, fred moves his hand away, back to cocooning yours. gentle strokes to your skin, a calming motion to coax you back to your train of thought.

“i’ll also do better in explaining better next time. i’m sorry, freddie.”

garnering the courage to look up to him, he has this frown that makes you a little anxious.

“freddie?”

“see, you can’t sweeten up to me so quickly like this. it makes me forget of the three days you ignored me.”

“hey! i didn’t ignore you, i just… i was…” you can’t find the right words and you didn’t need to when fred pulls you into his arms. the position is awkward considering the both of you were sat cross-legged on the ground but it’ll make do for now as fred pushes your face to bury against his chest. naturally, your arms find their way around his waist and fred manages to bring you down with him to lay on the ground.

legs stretched, intertwined, breaths overlapping the other; steadied heartbeats chest to chest like how they should be. fred’s chin rests on top of your head and your eyes flutter shut, at ease. whether it was three days, three weeks or three months, all is forgiven when fred feels you cuddling against him.

“You have to eat something.”

 Molly stood at the doorway and watched as Eva continued to stare out the window towards the dark rain clouds in the distance. Eva heard her but only looked away and shook her head. It had already been two months since they lost Fred, but it felt like only yesterday, and with each passing second her heart ached. 

Though she kept her eyes glued to the window, she could feel Molly gently stepping in and could faintly smell the soup from the bowl she placed on the nightstand beside her. Eva quickly glanced over in time to see Molly turn her back towards the door once again. “Incase you get hungry later, perhaps.” she whispered. Eva could see the dark bags under Molly’s eyes and she felt a surge of guilt. She knew she wasn’t the only person to grieve Fred’s passing, but she felt alone. 

“Where’s George?” As Eva hadn’t left her room in days she hardly saw anyone anymore. With Fred gone it felt as though she were gone, too.

“He went back to the shop, dear,” Molly smiled softly at her before closing the door behind her. 

Thunder rumbled overhead and Eva forced herself to eat the piping hot soup beside her, trying her hardest to keep everything down. Everything made her sick, but she knew she had to eat eventually. As she ate her soup she looked over to a photo tacked to the wall below the window of her, Fred and George waving happily. It was only taken months prior when her and the twins first bought the store. It was also taken right after Fred had popped the question. 

“Incase you wanted to know where this was going.” He had said casually one evening, slipping the diamond ring on her left hand after she had finished clearing the dishes from their kitchen sink. 

After being together for three years, it wasn’t a complete surprise, but a surprise to Eva nonetheless, though she had oftentimes told him she wished he would have been more romantic with it.

“What? And spoil the surprise?” Fred had told her, proud of his accomplishment to even propose at all. “With all of Bill’s wedding nonsense you should be lucky I’d want to propose in the first place.” He was only teasing, but it made Eva laugh anyways and she had promised him they would only do a quick elope with only George at their side. 

What was only months ago seemed like years ago now, and Eva felt a wave of pain as she looked down at the ring on her finger. Finishing up her soup, she decided she over welcomed Molly and Arthur’s stay and that it was time to return home, to the little flat above the store she had shared with the twins. Or now, she had shared with George. 

She couldn’t bear to say goodbye, so instead she apparated quietly and quickly, only leaving with the clothes on her back. 

Suddenly their little apartment appeared before her very eyes, just as they had left it before the battle. Magazines and books were scattered over the coffee table, and laundry was hung over the kitchen chairs from the rushed early mornings they had before opening the store. Despite it all looking the same, Eva knew it was all different now.

Very suddenly Eva heard a sound and she saw as George popped his head up from the stairways below, indicating that he was just in the shop moments before.

“Oh,” He looked relieved as he made his way up the stairs completely into the apartment. “It’s you. I was scared perhaps it was mum coming to check in on me.”

Eva stared at him and took a hesitant step towards him. After the battle, Eva never left her and Ginny’s old room up at the burrow. Molly came and went, along with Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione and sometimes Bill, but never George. Though those two months seemed to blur together Eva didn’t even realize it at first until that morning, and suddenly she felt selfish and ashamed. If she felt this much pain, how much pain was George in? If she couldn’t even manage to crawl out of bed for the last two months, where was George? Looking at him now, Eva could tell he looked different. His ear, now visibly gone, was a slight distraction from his pale face and his growing stubble. His eyes, like Molly’s, were empty.

“How long have you been here?” She could barely manage a whisper as George gently sat down with her on the nearby couch. 

“A week. I think,” George looked around the room as he said it and Eva knew what he was thinking. 

“I know,” She said softly. “I lost track of time, too.”

And very suddenly she felt the tears fall from her eyes down to her cheek at the thought of Fred never coming home to them again. “Why didn’t you come see me?” She didn’t mean to say it. She wasn’t entirely certain that the anger she felt boiling inside of her was even for George. But the moment she said it, she suddenly realized she needed to know. “I was alone.”

She could feel George watching her, but she kept her eyes glued to her hands. It wasn’t until she heard his voice crack that she looked over to him, and though she thought it was impossible, her heart broke all over again at the sight of him.

He leaned down and as he cried into his hands, his shoulders shook, and suddenly Eva felt worse than she did before.

“I’m sorry.” She said quickly wiping her own tears away. “I didn’t mean it - really I didn’t - I was just…I just…” But Eva didn’t know why she had even said it in the first place.

“No,” George said finally, shaking his head. “You have every right to be angry with me. The truth was I did see you, but only after you were asleep. Because I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t bear to see you so lost when I’m lost myself. All I want to do is to help you. But I cannot help myself.”

It was then that Eva realized something very important: grief was different for everyone. He didn’t see her, not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too much. As they sat there in the living room alone they both wept, and finally grieved their loving Fred together.

(Continued, perhaps)

Fred Weasley fic Part 3

Eva was suddenly shaken awake. “Eva.” A hushed whisper pierced her ears and Eva opened her eyes to see Ginny standing above her. The room was dark, and Eva wondered why Ginny was waking her in the night. “C’mon, it’s time to wake up.”

Eva looked over to the clock beside her which read 4:00AM. Suddenly, she realized she was in Fred and George’s room and jumped up quickly in a panic, waking the twins in the process. 

“Don’t worry.” said Ginny. “Mum was too busy shuffling around to notice you weren’t in the room with us.” 

Eva sighed in relief and gave Ginny thanks before she left the room. George sat up. “What’s going on?” he mumbled sleepily. Eva tossed a pillow at a sleeping Fred before saying. “It’s time to wake up, we gotta head out.” 

As Fred groaned in response Eva hurried out of the room to get dressed. Looking outside it no longer seemed like summer, so Eva opted for a sweater and warm leggings with a scarf before rushing down the stairs. Everyone else except Percy, Bill and Charlie were at the table eating hot porridge. “Hurry hurry!” Molly urged as she passed Eva a bowl. “You should all be heading out soon, Arthur.”

Before they left George got caught with more Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes candies inside his pocket and Molly threw a fit, making all three of them empty their pockets. Eva’s pockets were empty, but that didn’t stop Molly from lecturing them before they made their way out, putting a damper on everyone’s mood. 

They walked for an hour before they reached a clearing with an old boot. 

“Amos!” Arthur called out to a man with a boy with him which Eva quickly realized was Cedric from school. Hermione and Ginny exchanged a side glance as they said their greetings. Fred and George ignored Cedric, still moody from earlier that morning and bitter from losing a Quidditch match earlier that year.

They all made pleasantry greetings before getting teleported into the Quidditch World Cup campground.

Eva lost her balance and suddenly felt a pair of arms catch her. She looked up expecting to see Fred or George, but was quite surprised to see Cedric. A blush crept over her cheeks and she mumbled. “Thank you.” before standing up straight. Cedric smiled softly at her but before he could say anything Fred stepped over. 

“You alright, Evie?” 

“Yeah, of course.” Eva brushed herself off before joining Arthur and George to towards the camps. “We’re seated beside each other.” Amos said to Arthur. “We’ll see you ‘round tonight, yeah?”

“Of course.” Arthur called back as they parted ways. Eva was suddenly very self aware at how bplainly she was dressed, and felt very self-conscience. She didn’t know why, but she almost felt ashamed to be dressed so down infront of Cedric, who looked so naturally handsome.

Harry, Ron and Hermione left to get water and while they were gone Eva, George and Arthur made the tent while Ginny and Fred made the fire. 

An hour before leaving to watch the match, Eva went into the tent and changed into something a little nicer. In addition to the new outfit she put on some red lipstick and mascara. When she was content with how she looked she exited the tent proudly.

Fred dropped the cup that was in his hand and George quickly did a double take. “Wow, Evangeline!” George whistled. “You clean up good, eh?” Eva gently pushed him aside. “Oh, shut up will you?” She felt almost embarrassed.

“What’s the special occasion? Do you think the Quidditch players will see you?” Fred questioned with a raised brow. Eva ignored him, although her cheeks turned a shade of pink. She hoped no-one could tell that she hoped a certain Hufflepuff boy with pay more attention to her.

Behind her back, Fred gave a sharp glance to his twin. He suspected as much.

Sure enough, when they made it to their seats, Cedric offered the empty spot beside him to Eva and throughout the match they talked and cheered together. It was Eva’s first crush. He wasn’t boring at all compared to his cousin Xander.

She barely noticed Fred and George throughout the entire match. 

“I’ll see you at Hogwarts, then?” Cedric asked Eva as they made their way down to the tents. Eva thought if her heart pounded anymore it would burst. “I’ll save you a seat on the train.” She answered cheerfully. He hugged her goodbye and she watched with giddy admiration as he walked away. 

“Earth to Eva, are you in there?” She was snapped out of her daydream by Fred who now stood beside her. 

“Oh.” She smiled brightly. “Yes?”

“How did you like the game?” 

“Um - yeah it was great.”

“Really?” Pressed George. “Who won?”

Eva turned a redder shade than she was before. She was caught. They could see right through her. “Don’t.”

“Eva and Cedric sittin’ in a tree!” George sang. Eva pushed him over and he laughed as he fell to the ground. Fred, however, was serious.
“You’re not serious?” He questioned a little more harshly than intended. George and Eva suddenly stopped their play-fighting and looked over to Fred. “I might be.” she said cautiously. “Why?”

Fred dug his hands in his pocket. “I don’t think he’s right for you.” He replied simply. Eva turned her face himnow, a frown on her face. “Why do you say that?”

Fred only shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t like him.”

“Why? Because he beat you in Quidditch last year?” Eva’s voice was mocking now but Fred shook his head. “No, I -”

George interrupted. “C’mon.” he said, putting an arm around both of them. “It’s late. Let’s get some sleep.” 

And the three of them headed quietly back to their tent.

Fred Weasley Fic. Part 2

The last month of school flew by for Eva, and, just as Fred predicted, she passed her OWLs perfectly. Angelina did end up clinging to the twins the last few weeks of school (which annoyed Eva to no end, of course) however now it was summer, and it would be just the three of them again. Their summer was filled with adventure, as usual. There was swimming, amateur Quidditch matches in the yard (Ginny has gotten surprisingly good) outdoor fires and get togethers with Bill and Charlie. Nearing the end of summer, Ron pipped up that he hasn’t heard from Harry yet, and was getting worried. Arthur had just gotten tickets to the big Quidditch match coming up and everyone wanted Harry and Hermione to join. So Arthur did the only thing he thought reasonable: he would send a letter to Petunia and Dursley the muggle way. When Arthur asked Eva how this was to be done, (as she has lived like a muggle the first 11 years of her life) all she said was “You’ll need a few stamps from the Muggle post office.”

Of course, Eva never thought to specify that he just might need one or two, and when she came down early that morning for breakfast she was taken aback to see a letter on the table completely covered in stamps.

“Do you think it’s enough?” Arthur asked eagerly. Eva looked at the heavily stamped letter in astonishment and only managed a nod. She knew he was proud of it and didn’t want to spoil it. Besides, it would get to the Muggles anyways.

Hermione arrived later that afternoon and Fred, George, Arthur and Ron all left to collect Harry while Eva stayed behind with the girls and the two older Weasleys, helping Mrs. Weasley make a meat pie.

Just as they were going in the oven, the twins and Ron returned with Harry soon behind them. Fred hurried over to Harry, who was all covered in soot. “Did he eat it?”

“Yes,” said a bashful Harry. “What was that?”

Eva’s ears perked up and she slipped away from the kitchen and headed towards the boys. “What was what?”

‘

‘Ton-Tongue Toffee,’ said Fred brightly. ‘George and I invented them, we’ve been looking for someone to test them on all summer…’

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr Weasley appeared out of thin air at George’s shoulder.

“That wasn’t funny, Fred!” Arthur barked so loud behind George that he jumped. “You could have seriously harmed him!”

This intrigued Eva even more. “Harm who? What happened?”

Arthur turned to her with an exaaperated sigh. “He gave that muggle boy a candy that made his tongue swell -“ he turned back to the twins. “-four foot long before his parents let me shrink it!”

“We didn’t give it to him on purpose!” Argued George.

“We dropped it.” Concluded Fred, which Eva could tell was a giant lie.

Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley entered the house again with Ginny and Hermione. “What’s all the yelling?”

Eva looked over between the twins and their mother. She knew they were in trouble now, and she was thankful not to have been involved this time.

“I swear if it’s another one of your joke shop doings I’ll ground you for the rest of your lives!” Molly shrieked. Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny all slipped off.

Just as Eva grief to join them, Molly was quick to stop her. “You stay right here, young lady! I know you must have had a hand in this somehow.”

Eva scowled. She wasn’t there when they fed that muggle the candy, but Molly was right…she did help them with the recipe and side affects.

Bill exchanged a smirk with her as she joined the twins for a lecture. Their leftover joke sweets that were stashed away in their pockets were confiscated, and they were threatened with no more Quidditch for next term if they were caught again. This didn’t have much of an affect of Eva, considering she didn’t play. But the twins were peeved, nonetheless and all three of them were sent to grab potatoes from the garden.

“I can’t believe you were stupid enough to give it to him infront of your dad.” Eva scolded as they made their way to the vegetable garden. The setting sun turned the sky into a pinkish gold which made Eva feel at ease, despite bring pissed at the twins.

“Um excuse me? Were you there? No. So you don’t know what happened.” said George, raising an eyebrow in offence.

“All I know is,” Eva knelt down into the dirt, getting her bare knees dirty. “Is that you got caught. Your mum already burned our list of products! You’d better be sneakier than that if you really want to open the joke shop.”

Fred ripped a potato from the ground harsher than he needed to. “Yeah? Well you don’t want us to open the joke shop anyways, so what does it matter?”

Eva knew he was just angry and didn’t mean it, but that didn’t stop her blood from rising into her cheeks. She picked up her potato basket and briskly walked over around to the other side of the garden, away from the twins. They didn’t fight too often, and when there was ever a conflict it was only ever light bickering. She didn’t care what they had to say. They could go off all on their own and open up their stupid joke shop without her. Just like how they tested the taffy on the muggle without her.

Suddenly she felt a sharp jab in her chest. It was envy again, prodding at her. Exclusion tagged along with it.

Eva knew eventually they would have to all go their separate ways. They couldn’t be the three musketeers forever. One day she would grow up, meet someone and get married while they ran their joke shop. If it ever happens. Just like regular families, they would learn to only really see each other at Christmas and Halloween. It’s what Bill and Charlie did. Moved out all on their own, leaving their families behind.

But Fred and George would always have each other. Not only were they brothers, they were twins. They couldn’t break their bond even if they tried. And what did Eva have? Biologically, she was alone.

“Brood any longer and a storm cloud will appear over your head.”

Eva jumped in surprise at Bill’s sudden booming voice above her. When she looked away from him irritably he plopped himself down beside her, picking out some carrots.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to be mad at them forever?”

Eva sighed as she threw some potatoes in the basket. “You don’t understand, Bill.”

Bill looked at her in the eye and raised a brow. “What don’t I understand?”

“It’s this stupid joke shop they’re planning to do.” She vegan to explain. “What am I supposed to do with myself when they leave me behind? I like pranks, sure…but I can’t run a joke shop. Not a proper one, anyways. It’s not fair. I’ll probably end up like Percy. Alone forever.”

Bill couldn’t help the laugh that ripped out of him and he clapped her on the back. “Oh, Evie.” He shook his head with a wide smile. “Who ever said you’ll be alone forever? And so what if you want no part of the joke shop? You’ll do something of your own.”

Eva glanced over towards the twins who were 20 ft away from her, throwing a large potato around. “But what if they’re perfectly fine without me?”

Bill followed her gaze and the two of them watched as George tripped over Fred’s foot as he ran, face planting on the ground.

It was then Bill said. “Fine? Without you? Never. Look at those two goof balls. Where would they be without you?”

Eva smiled slightly at the comment. She supposed he was right. The two of them got up off the ground and headed towards the house again, their basket filled to the brim with veggies.

An hour later when supper was finished cooking and everyone moved outside to eat, it was George who approached Eva first, with a sheepish smile on his face. “Come sit with us?”

Eva gladly plopped herself in between the twins and Fred, as an apology from his end, filled up her plate and goblet for her. It was all that was needed before the three of them were back to normal again, flinging peas towards Percy’s head whenever he talked about his work.

As the sky grew dark, everyone headed inside and Molly urged everyone to sleep at a decent hour. “You seven will be waking up early tomorrow in order to get to the portkey!” She called out. Before Eva disappeared into her and Ginny’s shared room Fred rugged on her sleeve twice, code for: meet us in half an hour.

The house was laid out so that Eva could easily crawl out of her bedroom window and crawl along the roof over to Fred and George’s window. It was something they liked to do whenever they wanted to hang out past bedtime. (Without Molly knowing of course, heaven forbid a girl sleepover in their bedroom, even if it was just Eva)

Ginny rolled her eyes at Eva as they got Hermione’s sleeping bag setup. “You three already pissed mum off enough for one day, don’t you think?” She called as Eva began climbing out their window. Eva winked at Ginny with a hush and made her way over. Fred greeted her at the window straight away, taking her swiftly into his arms as he helped carry her in. Eva giggled and the three of them hopped into the two beds they pushed together. Eva wrapped herself up in the blankets and settled between them happily. Fred fluffed her pillow.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier, about - about you not wanting us to open the store.” Freds didn’t voice came from the darkness beside her, and Eva sat up slightly in surprise. Typically the twins didn’t need to apologize when things were already resolved. And rarely did they ever get into a fight, so rarely there needed to even be an apology. Eva realized there was silence between them now and she said “Oh.” Just as George said. “We felt really bad.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Eva said laying back down. “It was a stupid fight.”

Silence again. In the darkness Eva could barely make out the outline of Fred’s face, which was facing hers. George had began to say something else, but Eva didn’t hear him, because suddenly she fell into a deep slumber.

Continued

Fred Weasley Fic Part 1

Eva made her way down to the dining hall early that morning, her long deep red hair was piled high into a messy bun. She exited the Ravenclaw common room where she ran into the Weasley twins.

“You’re up early,” she commented, making her way towards them. Typically they never got up earlier than 8, but here they were at 7am, showered and dressed.

“Pancake day,” said George. “you know we have to get the good ones while they’re fresh.”

Eva snorted and shook her head with a smile. “Of course, silly me.”

She linked her arms between the two of them and they made their way down the stone steps.

“Are you going to sit at your own table for once, Ravenclaw?” Fred asked with a bump of the shoulder.

For as long as anyone could remember, Eva always sat with the Gryffindors. She thought it was completely unfair when all the Weasleys were sorted into the same house and she was the only odd one out. Ever since the age of 10, she had lived with the Weasleys when her mother died. Molly and her mother Gwendolyn were childhood friends, and after getting taken in, Eva was practically family, which made it even more frustrating when she was sorted into another house.

Bring the same age as the twins, the three of them has always been particularly close.

“Of course she isn’t,” George answered his twin. “She’s a fake Ravenclaw. A wanna-be-Gryffindor.”

“Okay, okay.” Eva waved off their teasing and they took their usual seats, and a pile of fresh hot cakes appeared infront of them.

They didn’t hesitate to gobble them up before the rest of the school flooded into the hall. It was the last month of school, Eva’s and the twins’ 5th year. She was all prepped for her OWLs (even asking Hermione, a third year for help) but despite the preparation she knew she wouldn’t get top scores by any means. Fred interrupted her thoughts when he flicked her ear. “Earth to Eva, what are you thinking about?”

Eva snapped out of it and turned her gaze to him. “I’m thinking about the exams.”

“Oh please,” George huffed as finished his glass of milk. “You’ll be fine. You always think you won’t pass but then you do.”

“Barely,” Eva pointed out as they started gathering their book bags. Eva was bright in some aspects, like art, and music and divination. Potions and Herbology? Not a chance.

“Big whoop. You just need enough to finish school.” Said Fred with a goofy grin as they left the dining hall.

“One of these years we should just blow off the OWLs.” George said.

Eva sipped around towards him. “Not a chance.”

“You don’t have to, then. Fred and I will.”

Eva let out a sigh. The twins always talked about quitting school and opening up their own joke shop, which she thought was irresponsible and stupid, considering they had no galleons. She loved being apart of their schemes and ideas, but they were on their own with this one.

As for her, she had no idea what she was going to do when school ended. Being a half blood she felt she had the best of both worlds, she could move to London and work as a writer, or perhaps do something in the magic world. Fred and George always seemed so sure of themselves, it made her envy them.

They sat down for potions, and Professor Snape had everyone split off into pairs. Typically the students were allowed to work in groups, but when Eva tried to stay with Fred and George, Snape paired her with a Ravenclaw boy. Xander McCoy. He was a cousin of Cedric Diggory and the two almost looked identical in certain aspects. That’s why it came to no surprise when Eva kept calling him the wrong name throughout the class.

“Ced - I mean Xander pass the mason jar, will you?”

“My name isn’t that hard to remember,” the Ravenclaw boy mumbled with a shake of his head. But how was that Eva’s fault? She had only spoken to Xander twice in the entire time they’ve gone to school together. The tension only increased when he continued to stir the cauldron too quickly, making the sticky potion boil over more than once. Eva looked over to the twins who were behind her. Their cauldron boiled over as well, but at least they looked like they were having fun. Sometimes Eva wished she had a twin. Or a sister even, for that matter. Whenever she saw Fred and George together she couldn’t help feel envious of the incredible close bond they shared. Eva took notice that she’s been envious a lot these days and made a mental note not to turn into a twat.

Finally, after an hour of mixing slimes and goops, potions had ended and Eva skipped merrily to the twins.

“Well, how did it go?”

“Xander McCoy is the worse potions partner ever.” Eva huffed. “I don’t care how cute the other girls think he is. He has no brains when it comes to potions.”

“A Ravenclaw with no brain?” Free raised his eyebrows dramatically. “Golly - thats a first!”

“C’mon, Evangeline.” Said George merrily. “It’s good for you to work with your own people for once.” He said pointing to her bright blue scarf wrapped around her neck.

“Don’t call me that.” she nudged George towards the next class.

They stepped out into the courtyard and Eva inhaled the crisp morning air. It was a nippy day, despite it being almost summer. Dark rain clouds lurked in the background of the school and Eva prayed for a thunder storm.

“Hey, speaking of cute guys.” Fred said clearing his throat before throwing Eva a side glance. “Haven’t heard you talk about Felix in awhile.”

Felix Ray was a boy twice her age in the Hufflepuff house. She absolutely adored him ever since her third year, however the crush began to fade when he failed to take notice of her and instead took notice in a ditzy blonde from Slytherin. It was Eva’s first heartbreak, however she refused to tell that sob story to the twins. “Oh, yeah, him.” She waved him off with a light chuckle. “I almost forgot about him. Turns out he’s an asshole. Did you know he hates cats?”

Fred gave George a knowing glance before turning back to his friend. “He hates cats? That’s why you stopped liking him?”

Eva nodded confidently as they entered the greenhouse for Herbology.

But Fred knew better. “That’s not the reason why. Come on, what happened?”

But suddenly Eva was interrupted when a dark haired girl sat down in her spot next to Fred. It was Angelina Johnson. Eva felt a prickle of annoyance before she sat down next to George instead.

“Hey, guys! Ready for the Quidditch match tomorrow?” She was bubbly this morning. Too bubbly. Eva has always been suspicious of people who were too bubbly first thing in the morning. It just didn’t make sense.

Eventually, Fred and Angelina were paired off, leaving Eva and George together. Well, at least she wasn’t with Xander again.

But as she watched Fred and Angelina become successful with their plant growth she felt the surge of annoyance again. Eva shook her head. She really did have to stop being so envious.

Continued

Anyone interested in doing a private Harry Potter pairing roleplay with me? It’s basically an imagine between your character and a boy of your choice :) message me or comment below

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Characters: Fred Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- “I’m not short, I’m adorable.”

Word Count: 431

Author: Charlotte

You had done your best to stay under the radar whilst going through your time at Hogwarts, something that your now boyfriend, Fred, never did. He was known by all due to all of the pranks that he and his twin did, without the notoriety of the Weasleys as a long running family at the school. It was hard to not know who Fred was, but you found it surprising when he knew that you even existed, let alone knew anything else about you. It became even more surprising when you started to get to know each other personally and fell for one another. On the surface you seemed like an unlikely couple, but you actually had a lot in common and got along well, and your relationship had extended past graduation, you now sharing a flat with him close by the shop that he and his twin owned.

The two of you had the day of from the shop, leaving you both to relax at home, doing nothing much of anything. You were popping on the kettle to make you both a cup of tea when Fred entered the kitchen as well. He came up behind you and leant down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You appreciated the gesture as you put the teabags into the two mugs but became distracted when you heard Fred laughing behind you.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned, not looking up from the tea making.

“I don’t know how I’ve never realised how short you are,” he chuckled. “I think I just hurt my back having to bend down so much to kiss you.”

You span around to shoot him a glare.

“I don’t appreciate that,” you frowned. “It’s not my fault you’re a tall git.”

“I’m not that tall, but you are very short.”

You jutted out your lower lip in a dramatic pout. “I’m not short, I’m adorable.”

“You are adorable, but you are also very short.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder before turning back to the boiled kettle. You had to muster up the willpower to not tip it over his head but instead pour it into the mugs over the teabags and milk.

Fred leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, letting out a loud groan as he stood back up straight, gaining an elbow to the stomach as payback for his comments around your height.

You stirred the teabags, removing them from the mugs.

“Drink your tea before it ends up on your head.”

He picked up his mug. “Like you could reach.”

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Characters: Fred Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- “Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”

Word Count: 414

Author: Charlotte

When you began helping Fred and George with the shop, you were pleasantly surprised by how business savvy they were, happily doing all the boring behind the scenes work in hand with the fun testing of new products. You had half expected them to pile all the boring financial work onto you as Fred’s girlfriend who was being paid mainly in kindness than galleons.

The productivity did wane with time, as was expected. The excited glow was dimming, leaving the reality of owning their own business at the forefront of everyone’s minds. They were doing their best to stay on top of the work, but as everyone did, sometimes the work dulled on for too long and you needed an escape.

You had entered the back office of the shop to pop by and say hello to your boyfriend whilst he was meant to be filing paperwork and filling in the order forms for suppliers that had meant to be sent off yesterday. When you saw the redhead, he looked as though he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the quill in his hand beginning to fall from his fingertips.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

Fred’s head snapped up, excited to see you there for even a second of a break from the work he was meant to be doing.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here,” he beamed, opening his arms for you.

You happily obliged, plonking yourself down on his lap for a quick hug, not wanting to be getting in the way of what was needed.

“I wish you were always this happy to see me,” you laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.

Fred rolled his eyes. When you went to stand back up, having expected this to be just a flying visit, his arms tightened around you, forbidding you from escaping.

“Very funny,” you chuckled. “But I also have work to do, and this paperwork isn’t going to finish itself.”

He dramatically jutted out his lower lip, attempting to look as pathetic and pitiful as he possibly could. “Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”

You offered him a sympathetic smile as you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. You pulled at his arms and escaped the embrace, only gaining a more pathetically sad expression from Fred.

“Or you could finish your work and then we can cuddle?”

Before he could argue any further, you fled the office to leave him to his work.

Okay, i’m back to posting again :)

Having a little bit of writers block with my text imagines sooo i’m thinking of starting doing gif reactions until my writing gets better? send me a character (or multiple) with a scenario (eg *characters* reaction to announcing ur pregnant) and i’ll make some gifs for it !!!

I hope this makes sense lmao

these prompt generator websites never miss

Fred II: Lou took the wheels from my heelies. I feel like an angel without wings.

Fred II: I have to walk down the hallways like a peasant and I am LIVID.