Summary: Takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban. Reader is in her fourth year (one below Fred/George) and has been having a rough year because of the Dementors. Fred steps in to help.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress

Word Count: 4,500

A/N: I’ve had this fic idea for a few months now, and finally got around to writing it! Fred is genuinely the love of my life and I hope you enjoy reading! :)

The Hogwarts Library was your favorite place to study. It wasn’t necessarily because you enjoyed the silence more than anyone else, but rather stemmed from your inability to work when other people were around. The moment you broke off from your group of friends’ “study sessions” and started studying by yourself in the library, you fell in love with its quiet yet comforting ambience.

Studying alone didn’t necessarily mean you were lonely while studying. There was an unspoken sense of camaraderie between the regulars who frequented the library most nights of the week. Hermione, for example, had become your unofficial “study buddy” during your second year, with the two of you sharing a table or a couch to do your work on every time you were in the library together. Despite her being a year younger than you, she was one of your closest friends.

Even on nights like tonight, with buckets of rain falling down outside and the wind howling louder than a banshee, the library remained one of the coziest spots in the castle.

It was Saturday, one of the few nights Hermione didn’t come down to join you, and so you’d abandoned your normal desk near the windows in favor of a cushioned armchair near the fireplace (which Madam Pince only lit on nights like this).

You relished the warmth radiating from the fire in front of you, admiring the soft, flickering light it cast on the piece of parchment in your lap. You were taking a break from your half-finished potions essay, transfixed by the rain cascading down the tall library windows like a small waterfall.

You squinted as a dark figure floated into view, brows furrowing as you recognized it as one of the many dementors assigned to Hogwarts’ ground this year. You shuddered, quickly reverting your eyes to your essay.

How ironic, you thought, that you were writing about the Calming Drought when you hadn’t felt calm once all year.

You came from a muggle family, and while many creatures of the wizarding world were still unfamiliar to you, dementors were one aspect you wish had remained secret. They terrified you, to put it plainly.

You hadn’t slept soundly since the first day of the semester when one of them had just floated into the train compartment you were sharing with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You’d almost passed out right then and there, and you weren’t even the person it was interested in.

You understood why they were there, but you still hated them. You could hardly go anywhere without seeing one hovering lifelessly through a window or lurking slowly over the Quidditch Pitch. As Hermione had said herself, you didn’t need to be near one for it to make you feel absolutely awful.

And while you didn’t like to think of yourself as an anxious person, the dementors’ presence this year had completely degraded your mental state. You were sleeping less, eating less, and trying to cope by putting all your effort into your schoolwork. At least when you were preoccupied with an essay or studying, you’d get a small distraction from the horrible creatures that permeated your everyday life.

“Oi, (Y/n)!”

You jumped about five feet in the air at the sudden noise, essay and quill falling unceremoniously to the floor. You groaned, twisting in your seat and eyes widening at the sight of Fred Weasley approaching you, a concerned look on his face.

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized sincerely. You gulped, ignoring the term of endearment, and shook your head dismissively.

“It’s alright,” you replied with a wave of your hand. “Just caught me off guard is all.” You reached down to pick up the items you’d launched off your lap. When you sat back up, Fred was walking over with a chair he’d grabbed from a nearby desk. You gave him a small smile as he sat down next to you.

“I’m assuming you’d like help with something?” you teased knowingly. He grinned and nodded.

“Hermione said you were in the middle of writing a potions essay, and seeing as Georgie and I have spent the last week studying for our potions OWL, I figured I’d come ask you all the questions Hermione couldn’t answer for us,” he explained. “If that’s okay with you, that is.”

You feigned offense. “Wow, Hermione first then me? I see how it is, Weasley.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and smoothing it out on his thigh.

“These are our areas of concern,” he said, handing the paper to you.

“Areas of concern?” You raised an eyebrow as you scanned over the paper, chewing your bottom lip lightly as you tried to figure out what topics you could actually help him with. You glanced up at him, cheeks flushing at the sight of him watching you intently with a small smile on his face.

You’d always been a bit infatuated with Fred Weasley, but then again, who wasn’t? Fred and George were Quidditch legends, insanely popular (but in the truly social way, not the stuck up “I’m better than everyone” way), and quite smart. They were funny but caring, and stood up for anyone who needed it. He was also a year older than you, and thus you regarded him as completely unattainable.

“I understand everything up until this here,” you said finally, pointing at where ‘Draught of Peace’ was written. “I think this is where the fifth year curriculum begins, and obviously I’m not there yet.”

“I will gladly accept whatever help you can give,” Fred replied, grimacing as Madam Pince interrupted him with a loud “Shh!”

You startled again, exhaling quickly and glaring at Fred for causing the reprimand.

“Someone’s jumpy today,” he said, brows furrowing slightly. “You alright, (Y/n)?”

“I’m good, thank you,” you replied, looking down at Fred’s list once again. You went to hand it back to him, only to find him staring at you with an apprehensive look. “What?” you asked defensively.

“Have you been sleeping lately?” he asked quietly. You gulped, realizing you hadn’t concealed the dark purple bags under your eyes before you’d left your dorm.

“It’s just been a tough week,” you replied firmly, shoving the list into his hands and reaching down to gather your things.

“(Y/n)-”

“It’s late,” you stated, cutting him off before he could interrogate you further. “How about we get together to study sometime this week? That way I can find all my essays from this year for reference.”

“That works fine for me,” he replied hesitantly. “Are you-”

“I’m free any day except Wednesday, and Thursday morning because I have a Charms test,” you interrupted again, standing up quickly. “Just let me know whenever.”

He nodded slowly, pushing himself out of his seat as well, concern still etched across his face. You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“How about tomorrow in the Great Hall? After my Quidditch practice,” he finally suggested. You nodded eagerly.

“Sounds perfect, I’ll see you then.” You gave him a small wave and rushed towards the doors, trying to ignore your heart beating ten times faster than normal and the memory of Fred’s worried gaze.

• • •

When you woke up from yet another night of hardly any sleep, you realized you had absolutely no idea when Quidditch practice was. You had walked down to the common room looking for Harry, but lo and behold, Oliver Wood was already up and annotating a book on Quidditch strategies at nine in the morning.

Practice was from three to five on Sundays, as you quickly found out, meaning you had a whole eight hours to stress about studying with Fred before it actually happened.

You spent an hour trying to fall back asleep and another working on your potions essay, then decided you’d had enough of your own room and went to bother Hermione in her dorm. You found her sitting on the carpet surrounded by a copious amount of notes, with Lavender and Parvati helping her sort through them.

“Transfiguration,” Parvati explained as you sat down to help them. “We have a test on Friday.”

“A bloody hard one, too,” Lavender said, slightly exasperated. “Four chapters worth of short ended questions and two essays.”

“Where’s Kellah?” you asked, realizing the fourth inhabitant of the dorm was missing.

“Interrogating McGonagall about all this.” Lavender jabbed a figure at a stack of notes spitefully.

“Maybe Kellah will convince her to give us all bonus points,” Parvati suggested. Hermione laughed softly, head still bowed over a lengthy piece of parchment in front of her.

“I hear you’ve got a study date with Fred Weasley this afternoon,” Hermione said, glancing up to give you a grin and an eyebrow wiggle. You groaned, blushing as Lavender and Parvati squealed.

“It’s really not that serious-”

“Except that it is!” Lavender all but shrieked. “You’ve liked him for forever!”

“Sweet Merlin, this is your chance!” Parvati gushed, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. “I’m genuinely so excited about this.”

You laughed and shook your head. “I’ll be sure to give you all updates tomorrow, though I can’t promise they’ll be all that interesting.”

The four of you continued to talk about your looming study session with Fred as you combed through Hermione’s notes.

“This’ll be good for you, (Y/n),” Parvati said thoughtfully. “I mean, Fred’s a great guy, he’s always cared about you-”

“Maybe hanging out with him more will help with the whole, y’know, anxiety situation,” Lavender added. You shrugged.

“I mean, I saw him for literally five minutes yesterday and he’s already figured out that I’m not sleeping,” you said, chewing your bottom lip. “And I don’t why but the thought of him knowing everything makes me nervous.”

“Why?” Hermione asked curiously. You shrugged again.

“I guess I just don’t want him to be upset, or worried.”

“(Y/n), Fred would never be upset with you,” she said reassuringly.

“I think it’s romantic that he’s all in-tune with your emotions,” Parvati said wistfully.

“And he cares,” Lavender sighed, staring at the carpet emotionally. You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks, guys.”

• • •

At 2:30, you tried to convince yourself that you were heading down to the common room to relax, not to catch a glimpse of your favorite Weasley twin on his way to practice. That was a lie.

Fifteen minutes later, Fred Weasley ambled down the steps with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, laughing loudly with George while Oliver trailed behind them muttering something about maturity. Fred’s face lit up as he caught sight of you curled up on the couch and smiled at you brightly. You gave him a small wave in return, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the faint blush on your cheeks.

“I’ll see you later!” he called on his way out of the room. George paused in the doorway to give you an exaggerated wink, giggling when you glared at him before turning to catch up with the rest of the team.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, cursing your quickened pulse and sweaty palms - he’d only been in the same room as you, for Merlin’s sake, there was no need to get so worked up.

And yet Fred had all your nerves on edge as the clock on the wall ticked closer and closer to five o’clock. You pulled out your potions textbook and a spare piece of parchment, deciding to make a few notes for later.

At some point you dozed off, your lack of sleep catching up with you as it often did in the middle of the afternoon. You’d become a frequent napper in the last month or so, finding it easier to fall asleep when it was still light out. Today, however, was not the best day for one of your four hour recovery naps.

You woke up with half an hour to spare before you needed to be in the Great Hall. You went back up to your room, gathered your typical study things and changed out of the pajamas you’d been in all day, opting for a sweater and a new pair of sweatpants instead. This time, you made sure to dab concealer under your eyes, erasing all evidence of your insomnia before you left Gryffindor Tower.

There were only a few students sitting in the Great Hall when you got there. You took a seat in the middle of the Gryffindor table and inspected the baskets of assorted snacks in front of you as you set your bag down.

One of the first years, a girl named Amara, pushed a basket of pumpkin pasties towards you from her seat across the table. She gave you a shy smile. “I know you like them.”

“Thank you, Amara,” you said, grinning at the young Gryffindor and grabbing two of the pasties.

“What’s that about?” she asked as you pulled your textbook out of your bag.

“Potions,” you said, setting the book on the table in front of you. “I’m helping Fred study for his exams.”

“Fred Weasley?” Amara asked with wide eyes. You chuckled.

“The one and only.”

As if on cue, Fred made his way through the doors of the Great Hall, head turning as he scanned the room for you. He grinned as his eyes met yours and hastened his pace just a little bit. Your heart skipped a beat, admiring the way his sweatpants hugged his legs and the slight flush to his face.

“Hello, love,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you. You gave him a small smile, eyes widening as he wrapped an arm around your waist. If he noticed the blush tickling your cheeks he ignored it.

“And hello to you, too, Amara,” he continued, giving her a wave. “You look lovely today.”

She squeaked, face turning a bright shade of red as she scampered down the bench towards her classmates. You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“You’re a menace,” you scolded.

“Sure am,” he replied proudly, removing his arm from your waist and clasping his hands together on the table in front of him. “So, potions.”

You nodded, flipping open your textbook to the Wit-Sharpening Potion (which you’d bookmarked earlier). “This is the first thing in the fourth year curriculum.”

“Which is where Hermione left off,” he added with a nod.

“I’ve already read it over,” you explained, pointing at some of the annotations you’d made earlier. “So we can review it together and then you can copy down all the important bits to study later.”

He looked down at himself and then gave you a sheepish look. “Do you by chance have something I could write on?” he asked. You sighed, reaching into your bag to grab a piece of parchment and a quill.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Weasley,” you said sarcastically.

“Oh, I hope so,” he replied cheekily, giving you a heart-melting grin.

You spent the next hour or so guiding him through the effects and recipes of each potion. He actually did a surprisingly good job at paying attention, taking detailed notes and only interrupting every once in a while to point out Amara staring at the two of you from a distance.

“She’s so cute,” you remarked softly, watching her gossip energetically with her friends.

“She reminds me of you when you were a first year,” Fred said. You gave him a confused glance.

“What do you mean?”

“Very enthusiastic, easy to rile up,” he explained.

“Now I understand why you and George pulled so many pranks on me,” you groaned, turning the page to the chapter on Skele-Gro.

“It’s was our job to terrorize the new students,” he said, raising his hands in defense. “Peeves’ orders.”

“Uhuh,” you said sarcastically, unable to keep the grin off your face.

“This is the stuff Madam Pomfrey gave to Harry last year!” Fred said excitedly, pointing at the book. You grinned and nodded.

“Yes! Now what’s it made of?” you asked, covering the ingredient list with your hand.

Fred’s nose scrunched as he concentrated. “Erm, puffer fish, and an arm bone, and…spiders?”

“One spider,” you corrected, lifting your hand off the page. “And a bunch of other things.”

“Chinese chomping cabbage, five Scarab beetles…” he mumbled, scribbling onto his parchment as he squinted at the list.

“Invented by Linfred of Stinchcombe,” you added.

“Funny name,” Fred chuckled.

“Which one?” you asked. “Linfred, or Stinchcombe?”

“Both.”

You giggled softly, gaze trailing upwards as the light emitting from the ceiling changed from a pale yellow to a deep blue. The floating candles gleamed brightly against the dark night sky. Despite the change, there was still enough light shining on the tables for you to be able to work.

“Lovely nighttime ambience,” Fred remarked from beside you.

“You sound like you work in real estate,” you replied, gaze moving from the ceiling to the large window at the front of the hall.

You inhaled sharply, noticing the all-too familiar silhouette of a dementor floating just beyond the glass.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Fred asked softly from behind you. You hardly noticed the hand he rested gently on your arm, focused entirely on the dementor hanging in the air like a twisted puppet.

“Dumbledore said they weren’t going to come on the school grounds,” you muttered.

Fred followed your gaze to the window, and you felt him stiffen behind you. “Ah.”

You turned back around in your seat, knocking his hand off you, and cleared your throat as you looked back at your notes.

“I think we can move on, yea?” you said, flipping to the next chapter.

“(Y/n)-”

“Antidotes,” you announced, clapping your hands together dismissively. “Very specific healing potions-”

“(Y/n)!” Fred interrupted, reaching out and covering your hand with his own. You sighed, finding yourself feeling oddly uncomfortable under his concerned gaze. “What, Fred?”

“Exactly, what the bloody hell was that?” he asked, a bit harshly.

“What are you talking about?”

“The dementor!” he said exasperatedly, frown deepening as you shivered. “(Y/n)?” His voice was much softer this time.

“I don’t like talking about them,” you said finally, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. “They scare the shit out of me.”

“Are the dementors why you haven’t been sleeping?”

Your eyes snapped open, giving Fred an incredulous look. “I’ve been sleeping just fine, thank you.”

“I hope you don’t think last night in the library was the first time I’ve noticed,” he said softly. Your heart skipped a beat. “All year you’ve seemed…more reserved. Tired. You yawn all the time, I hardly see you eat.”

“I’m just…stressed,” you managed, glancing at the pumpkin pasties you’d set aside earlier. The dementor had taken your appetite away completely.

“It seems more serious than that,” Fred muttered, placing his hand on top of yours and squeezing gently. 

You sighed, glancing down the table to where Amara and her friends were staring at you intently. “Could we continue this conversation elsewhere?” you asked quietly. Fred nodded, helping you put your things in your bag.

“When did it start?” he asked as the two of you walked towards the doors at the end of the Great Hall.

“It’s been all year,” you admitted, cringing at the way Fred exhaled sharply. “I didn’t know you noticed.”

“Of course I noticed,” Fred said, pushing the door open for you. “You’re worth watching.”

You blushed and followed him down the corridor. “Where are we going?”

“I was thinking the kitchens?” he said. “It’s warm there, plus the house-elves are just starting dinner.”

Fred stayed by your side as you walked down the stairs, hand brushing against the back of yours lightly every time he took another step down. You bit your lip, imagining how it would feel to get to hold his hand.

“How was Quidditch practice?” you asked softly, breaking the silence. Fred looked down at you and gave you a small grin.

“You really want to know?”

You nodded.

“Absolute shit,” he replied, emphasizing every syllable. You stifled a laugh as his brows furrowed in frustration. “Wood has been up in everyone’s business for weeks trying to get us to learn this new play. You know who invented it?”

“Who?” you asked curiously.

“The Pride of Portree!” he said exasperatedly. “They’re bloody professionals, and Wood can’t seem to understand how we’re not performing as well as they are.”

“Wood’s a bit of a lunatic when it comes to Quidditch,” you agreed.

“A bit is an understatement,” Fred snorted, stopping at the fruit bowl painting that concealed the entrance to the kitchens. “Do you want to tickle the pear or should I?”
“Don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before,” you laughed. “You can do it.”

Fred reached out and gave the two dimensional fruit a tickle, grinning as it turned into a door handle. He pulled it open. “After you, m’lady.”

“(Y/n)!”

You grinned and waved hello to Krafty, one of your favorite house-elves.

“Hello, Krafty,” Fred called, pulling the door shut and coming to stand beside you.

“Mr. Weasley,” Krafty said, giving a slight bow. “Krafty must go help work on dinner!”

You glanced up at Fred as the house-elf scurried off. “I didn’t know you knew Krafty.”

“George and I come here all the time to steal food before bed,” he explained, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards one of the tables. “We know quite a few of these guys.”

He sat down and patted the bench next to him, grinning as you followed suit and rested your head against his arm.

“Comfortable?” he asked. You nodded.

“Your mother’s sweaters are always so cozy,” you mumbled. “I stole one of Ginny’s old ones to sleep in.”

Fred chuckled. “I’ll just ask her to make you one.”

“I don’t want to burden her,” you whined.

“She loves you, she won’t mind.”

“I miss your mum,” you said. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”
“You should come visit,” Fred suggested. You shrugged, sitting up straight. “Maybe.”

Fred reached around your back and grabbed a roll out of a basket behind you. You gave him a confused look as he forced it into your hands.

“Would you please eat this,” he said. “I haven’t seen you eat a full meal in weeks and it’s starting to make me nervous.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, taking a small bite of the bread.

“I don’t mean to make you feel bad,” Fred said softly, “it’s just that you have to eat.”

“It’s not like I’m trying not to,” you explained. “I want to eat, but I get so…so nervousthat I stop being hungry.”

“Because of the dementors?” he asked.

“Yea.” You cringed at how small your voice sounded.

“Why do they freak you out so much?” he asked genuinely. “I mean, they’re creepy and all, but you seem more affected by them than most other people.”

“You remember how one came into our compartment on the Hogwarts Express?” you asked. “At the beginning of the year?”

Fred frowned and nodded. “Don’t think Ron slept for two weeks.”

“Yea, well, I haven’t really slept since then,” you muttered.

“(Y/n), it’s been months,” Fred said incredulously, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I genuinely have no idea how you’ve been functioning this whole time.”

“I know it’s bad,” you sighed, leaning into his chest and trying to ignore the way his caring tugged at your emotions. “But it’s just…so dark in my room at night. And I’m always the last one awake and I feel so alone, and then I’m just reminded of how lonely and terrified and coldthe dementor made me feel.”

“You have to sleep sometimes,” Fred said, pulling you in closer to him. “I read somewhere that you’ll die if you don’t sleep at all, and you’re clearly alive.” He pulled back and gave you a once-over. “Well, kind of.”

You snorted. “I take a lot of naps.”

“Is it easier to fall asleep during the day?”

“Yea, and I can hear people moving around and talking and stuff, so I don’t feel as isolated I guess,” you said.  Fred hummed, thinking to himself.

“Would it be okay if I proposed a rather outlandish and potentially polarizing solution,” he said finally.

“Uh, sure,” you replied, motioning for him to speak.

Fred cleared his throat. “You could, y’know, if you wanted to, come sleep with me. Only if you were okay with it, of course.”

You were sure you’d heard him wrong, eyes bulging as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

“Jesus, (Y/n), don’t look at me like that,” he teased with a nervous chuckle. You blinked, trying to force your face into a more normal expression.

“You…you want me to sleep with you?” you asked.

“Not sexually!” he clarified quickly. “Just like physical sleeping, and I could keep you company so you wouldn’t feel lonely.” A pause. “Unless you’d prefer sexually.”

You felt your face turn increasing shades of bright red, stuttering for an answer as he grinned at you adoringly. Your eyes widened as he reached out and grasped your thigh gently, staring down at his hand and then back up at him.

“Would this be a bad time to tell you I fancy you?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours for any trace of an answer.

“No,” you managed breathlessly. “This is a perfect time.”
His lips were on yours in an instant, your eyes fluttering closed as one of his hands came up to cup your jaw, the other resting on the small of your back, coaxing you closer to him.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you senseless and caressing your face with his thumb.

And suddenly you remembered you were still in the kitchens. In the kitchens snogging Fred Weasley.

“Fred,” you murmured, pulling back and taking a deep breath. You opened your eyes, relishing in the sight of Fred panting, his eyes still closed. “Fred, we have an audience.”

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the small crowd of house-elves watching you from a distance, all donning shocked expressions. “Krafty! Doesn’t (Y/n) look ravishing this evening?”

Krafty blushed furiously, turning around and hurrying away with the platter he was carrying.

“Fred Weasley!” you scolded.

“I wasn’t completely joking, you know,” he muttered, looking back at you. “You look gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, inside and out.”

You blushed. “I, erm, fancy you too,” you said, realizing you hadn’t said it back before. “In case you were wondering.”

Fred grinned, pushing himself to his feet and reaching down to help you stand up. “Let’s take this back up to my dorm, yea? We can make tea and look at that potions book a little more, and then maybe you can spend the night?”

You looked up at him, beaming at the thought of spending a night in Fred Weasley’s arms, and potentially sleeping well for the first time in months. “That sounds marvelous, Freddie.”

MY BOY ~ Fred Weasley

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings:Angst

A/N: requests are open, this is my first fic please don’t be mean

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My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.

Y/n and Fred had been dating for almost five months and for y/n it was the most amazing thing in the world cause she was totally in love with him, she knew he was the one when he first saw him at the burrow when they were 5 and since then he has always being her crush, so five months ago at the start of the 7th year when he confessed his feeling towards y/n she couldn’t believe it, at first she thought it was some kind of prank by the way he said it.

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5 months ago

“Y/n i have to tell you something that is a matter of life or death”, Fred said with a grin on his pretty face, she didn’t even was paying attention to what he was saying she was just too mesmerized with his beauty, “Are you listening to me ?, Fred asked seeing that she was not paying attention he decides to go straight to the point, “I was saying that you are my crush”, Fred said with a smirk.

Y/n was astonished everything crossed her mind, “is this for real?”, she said but Fred didn’t answer so she felt right to tell him the truth about her feelings, “Fred i’ve being in love with you since we met when we were five, at first it wqs just a silky crush but we gotbolder and got into hogwarts and i realized it wasn’t just a silly crush, what im trying to say is… im in love with you Fred Weasley”, he didn’t know how to react and he just said “i love you” and hugged her.

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My boy’s being sus and he don’t know how to cuss. He just sounds like he’s tryna be his father (Who are you?). My boy’s an ugly crier but he’s such a pretty liar and by that I mean he said he’d “change”.

Everything happened so quick, Fred didn’t realized how fast this was going and now they’ve been dating for five months, “When are you going to tell her the truth?”, George asked Fred not realizing someone was listening, they should have been more careful and not be talking this in the common room where everyone could hear them “I don’t want to tell her, is going to break her heart she is the sweetest girl i know”,Fred said with guilt on his face, “Freddie you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”, George said annoyed almost screaming,” Yeah? Well this would never have happened if you hadn’t made me do that stupid bet, it’s all your fault”,Fred said angry.

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5 months ago

“Freddie im telling you she likes you”,George said while laying in his bed in their dorm, “No she doesn’t,we’ve been friends since forever believe me if she liked me as more than friends i would know dear brother”, Fred said calmly and confident, “well then if you are so sure about that…”, George said with a grin, “Go on..”, “Let’s make a bet, 5 sickles that she is in love with you”, “you’re on”, Fred said with confidence and he was sure that he would win the bet, after all she knew y/n for years.

Fred was walking on the halls of Hogwarts and spot y/n a few meters away, he thought it was the perfect moment to prove George that he was wrong, but when she started telling that she loved him he didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t tell her that it was all a bet and that he wasn’t in love with her, so he told y/n that he loved her too, i mean he wasn’t absolutely lying right?, he did love her but not the way she wanted to.

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Y/n wanted to surprise Freddie with a gift from hogsmeade we wanted since forever but he couldn’t afford it, so she started saving some money to give it to him, she was so excited to see his reaction that she couldn’t wait to give it to him and going as fast as she could she went to the common room, she spoted Fred right away, but she heard something that she shouldn’t have heard, “Freddie, you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”.

She just stood there frozen, astonished, broken, without even realizing she started crying and sobbing, Fred and George turn around and saw y/n standing there crying, “y/n i can explain”, fred said with guilt on his eyes, she didn’t even bother on going away from him, she couldn’t even if she wanted to, Fred tried to explain everything to her but she wasn’t listening she was just wishing that all of this was a nightmare that soon she would wake up and hug Fred and he would comfort her and tell her it was just a bad dream that everything is alright but obviously it didn’t happen, she came out of her trance as soon as she heard Fred said “im sorry but im never going to love you, not the way you want me to”, she didn’t utter a word she just left and went to her dorm.

My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.

It has been 4 months since y/n’s heart have been broken, she tried to move on, she tried to fool herself into believing she didn’t love him anymore so she started dating other guys but nothing ever lasted, until she started dating Matt a slytherin guy, he treated her well, he was kind, sweet and always gave her flowers, he loved her and she loved him back but she knew she would never be able to love someone the way she loved Freddie.

Fred stood in the hall watching how Matt gave yellow flowers to y/n, her favourite flowers, everytime Fred smell those flowers it reminds him of her, her scent, her laugh and her beauty, he then realized he did loved her as more than friends, but know it was too late because she was happy with someone else and he wouldn’t ruin that for her, he fucked up and there was nothing that he could do about it, it’s not like he could go back in time and fix it all… or can he?.

You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye. You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye.

Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley. 

In this chapter: It’s already the last month of your fake marriage. Is all of this really going to end?

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, misunderstanding, insecurity, mean relatives, reader being jealous?

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I apologize for not updating for so long cuz I was feeling burnt out. And I apologize in advance for this chapter, but since it’s Pride and Prejudice themed, I had to include a part like this afghjldfk Also, I may or may not named one of the characters after a Pride and Prejudice character:)

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Sometimes you would wonder what would it be like if you and Fred were friends when you were still in Hogwarts. And as your mind wandered through these imaginary scenarios, you would also daydream about what would it be like if you went to the Yule Ball with him. But regardless, just being in this moment, dancing with him to your favorite love song, was magical enough.

You were invited to Fred’s cousin’s wedding, along with the other Weasleys. Playing the character of Fred’s wife for almost eleven months now made you a regular guest to all kinds of the Weasley family gatherings. 

As the music played and the guests joining the bride and groom on the dance floor, you and Fred decided to join, too. 

“I’m definitely playing this song at my own wedding!” you were excited when your favorite love song started playing.

“And I’m definitely play something livelier,” Fred smiled as he commented.

“Glad we’re not having the same wedding then,” you glared at him, trying hard not to step on his foot. “I have a feeling our idea of an ideal wedding would be completely different.”

“So what is your ideal wedding?” Fred asked. You looked up at him and realized he looked sincere. 

“I haven’t really thought about it, but a small wedding with my close family and friends would be nice,” you answered. You left out one detail. All you could think of now was what would it be like if you could really marry Fred. But of course, you wouldn’t tell him that, “I’m assuming yours would be something more exciting.” 

“Of course!” If you paid attention, you would notice the blush climbing up on Fred’s cheeks, but you were too flustered by your own daydreams. 

“Let me guess, someone would probably turn into a canary.”

“Very likely,” he replied while twirling you around with the music, “and that someone is probably you!”

You laughed as you twirled. You weren’t paying close attention to your steps, and your right foot tripped your left foot. But you landed in Fred’s arm.

You looked up at him as your heartbeat started to pick up. Your lips were only inches away now that you could already feel his breath brushing lightly against your lips. 

You didn’t know how long has passed as you two both froze on the spot. Just a little bit closer and your lips would be pressing together. You never knew you wanted this kiss so desperately until now, and the fact that this was already the last month of your one-year marriage contract made it worse. You would be lying if you say you have never fantasized about Fred reciprocating your feelings, and this fake marriage could turn into a real one by the end of the year. 

“Fred?” A voice interrupted this moment and your daydream.

Fred pulled away awkwardly with the blush still tainting his cheeks. “Mrs. Collins? Maureen?”  You turned and saw the owner of the voice was an older woman and beside her was a beautiful younger woman, who’s about your age.

“Freddie! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Mrs. Collins pulled Fred into a hug, and when she finally let go of him, her eyes turned to look at you.

“Oh, Mrs. Collins, this is Y/N.”

You put on a polite smile and held out your hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N-”

“Malfoy!” she cut you off, without acknowledging your hand, “I’ve heard that Freddie married a Malfoy. How interesting! How did you two meet?”

The way she said “Malfoy” and her question stung you. From past experiences, you knew this conversation is probably not going to end well. “Our parents are actually old friends, so we met when we were still little,” you answered, hands fidgeting and not looking at Mrs. Collins.

“What a coincidence! Cause Maureen and Fred have also known each other since they were kids, isn’t that right, Freddie?”

“Yea,” Fred smiled, not noticing how your expression froze in an awkward state, “Oh, Y/N, this is Maureen. We used to be friends when we were kids until she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“Hey, it wasn’t like I had a choice!” She slapped on Fred’s arm, causing Fred to laugh while pretending to be hurt.

Watching them interact so naturally, you suddenly felt like you were interrupting something. A horrible feeling crept up in your mind. What if there’s already someone in Fred’s life, yet you still forced him to sign this stupid marriage contract?

“And Maureen’s an interior designer now! So if your little shop needs a makeover, I’m sure Maureen’s willing to help,” Mrs. Collins suggested. Her tone and expression all reminded you of your mum when she tried to set you and Fred up.

“Oh right! Fred,” Mrs. Collins continued, “come say hi to the rest of the family! I’m sure they all missed you a lot.”

“I would love to, but Y/N…” Fred looked at you. You couldn’t figure out what his expression meant? Was this an excuse because he didn’t want to go? Or did he want to go?

You didn’t know why insecurity started to cloud your brain. Growing up, you always thought you’re proud most of the time, but this was not the case when it comes to your last name. You knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. The history and crime this name carried have nothing to do with you. And you knew feeling ashamed of it gives it power over you, but all you could do was retreating to your shell whenever someone brought up your last name.

So your final decision was, “It’s okay, you can go. I’ll go find Ginny.”

“Great!” Mrs. Collins started dragging Fred to her family’s table. Fred was still looking at you, but then you heard Mrs. Collins say, “Don’t worry about Y/N! I know she probably wouldn’t want anything to do with our sort of people, anyway.”

Your stomach sank. What did she mean by “our sort of people”? And more importantly, what did being your sort of people imply?

A few months ago, you thought changing your last name by marriage could solve everything. But the cruel fact was that it changed nothing.

And maybe it was your insecurity talking, but how could Fred not say anything when Mrs. Collins made such a comment? Did he not understand what she meant? Or did he…agree with her?

After they disappeared in the crowd, you immediately apparate back to the apartment like you were fleeing a monster from your nightmare. That was the only logical move you could think of at that time.

~

“Fred,” you kicked off your heels after you got back to the apartment from work and began rambling on about your day, “you won’t believe what happened today. I-” But the words choked in your throat when you saw another person in the kitchen. You recognized it was Maureen Collins from the wedding a week ago. 

You thought you already forgot about what Mrs. Collins said to you at the wedding, but those words immediately rushed back when you saw Maureen again.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re back!” Fred exclaimed, and he noticed the box in your hand, “Is that my favorite pie!”

“Yea, I didn’t know…” It was supposed to be a surprise, but now it just felt extra when it seemed like they were already cooking a meal.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier. This was really last-minute,” Maureen explained.

“Yea, Maureen was here to help with the makeover of the shop, and it’s almost dinner time when we were done, so we thought-”

“No worries,” you cut Fred off before he could finish with the explanation. You didn’t like the way he sounded. It almost made you feel like you were a party pooper. 

“We can just eat the pie tomorrow!” You tried to put on a smile when you shoved the pie into the fridge.

“Brilliant! All sorted now! Y/N, come help! Dinner would be ready faster if we had three people cooking.”

“Yea,” Maureen chuckled, “Fred was just talking about the first time you two tried to cook together. It must be difficult having to cook with an absolute idiot, let alone being forced to live with him for one year.”

Your heart sank. Fred told her that the marriage is fake? According to your contract, he shouldn’t have told anyone, unless…

Watching Maureen cooking and laughing with Fred, your mind just couldn’t shake off the images of her living here and being his realwife. You had to admit that you didn’t like these images, but why should you care if someone else is going to live here instead of you. Your mum forced you to live here anyway, and now you could finally go home.

Home. You sighed as the image of home appeared in your mind. And you finally admitted that for the past few months, you also considered this apartment your home.

But you put on the contract yourself stating that you both could date whoever you like during this fake marriage, and you had no business in interfering with Fred and Maureen’s relationship now.

So you picked up your jacket again, “Actually, I’m having dinner with my friend tonight-”

“But I thought you were planning to eat at home,” Fred pointed at the fridge, referring to the pie.

“Oh, that’s for tomorrow,” you lied, even though you knew your excuses didn’t match with what you just said a few minutes ago. You panicked, so you proceeded to say something that you never thought you would say, “Plus, I need to give you two space.” You even said it with a wink, covering for the fact that you panicked, and you just rushed out the door before anyone could say anything. 

~

You went back to your parents’ house for the night and only returned to the apartment the next morning. Knowing the exact time when Fred would usually go downstairs to the joke shop, you successfully apparated into the apartment without bumping into anyone. You just wanted to avoid seeing him.

You decided to start packing up. There are only less than two weeks left, and you didn’t want to occupy other people’s home for longer than you needed. Your pride demanded a graceful exit.

You knew it would be much easier and quicker if you used magic. Just by a flick of your wand, everything would be packed. It would be so clean like you’ve never been here before, but somehow, you just wanted to take your time with it.

And it was until you started packing when you realized how attached you were to this little apartment. One year wasn’t that long, just like what you said at the beginning of all this, but every corner of this apartment had trails of you living here and your memories.

It was just a contract, you tried to convince yourself, and now the time’s up. But it still pained you to remove your every trail. You realized you were not only removing your existence from this apartment but also Fred Weasley’s life. 

“Y/N?” You were so busy going down memory lane that you didn’t notice the series of footsteps coming upstairs. You turned and saw Fred, who looked very confused now as he glanced around and saw the packed boxes. “What are you doing?”

“Just packing up,” you tried to say it as indifferently as possible, “there are only two weeks left, so I thought I should probably start moving my stuff away.”

“Oh,” Fred paused for a moment before the corners of his mouth twitched into an awkward smile, “guess you’re finally free.”

“Yea, and so are you,” you tried to force a laugh, maybe he’s always waiting for this moment, the moment that he’s finally free, “I’ll move back to my parents’ house this week so that the divorce would look more realistic.”

His mouth opened, and you could tell that he was trying to say something. And for a second, you thought maybe he’s trying to think of a way to stop you. To say that he didn’t want you to leave.

But all he said was, “Okay.”

~

It was only around 6:30 am when you woke up. There were too many things on your mind that you couldn’t even enjoy staying asleep at ease. It was your last night here, after all.

Fred was still asleep with both his arm and leg on top of you. He’s an obnoxious sleeper, but you didn’t mind. 

You snuggled closer to him as your mind went through the nights that he comforted you when you couldn’t sleep, the sleepless nights that you would chat and laugh with so much ease, and the mornings when you woke with your limbs tangled together. It all felt like a dream, and maybe now it’s time to wake up. 

But before you do that, before you had to exit from his life, you just wanted to stay in this moment and stay in his arms for a little longer. You closed your eyes as you took in that familiar cinnamon scent and his cologne. Let’s just dream for a little longer.

~

Fred woke up with the other side of the bed empty. In a haze of sleepiness, he thought you just went to the bathroom. You would always come back to bed and try to squeeze in a few minutes of sleep before finally getting up and getting ready. But you didn’t come back today.

In fact, the apartment was awfully quiet today. He couldn’t hear your footsteps rushing in and out of the bedroom to get ready for work. And he didn’t hear you yelling things like “Did you see my keys?” or “FRED! Where did my apple juice go??”

Fred got up and tried to search for you in the living room, only to realize that most of your stuff was already gone. He collapsed on the nearby couch, not sure if he was still tired or feeling empty that you were gone.

How could you just walk away so easily? How could you just pull away from all of this almost like nothing ever happened? More importantly, how could you tease him about Maureen like it didn’t matter at all to you? And here he thought you two had great chemistry.

But without that and the contract of being fake husband and wife, Fred was confident that he could say you became friends. Even if you didn’t, at least you were roommates for a year, and that should induce some sort of emotion too.

But no, you just walked away, and all he could do was just getting used to not having you in his life anymore.

(to be continued.)

~

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Shameless // Fred Weasley

Summary - The gang challenges Fred and the Reader to fluster eachotheraftereach being called shameless.

Word Count - 1.7k

I’m not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

Fred and I were often compared to eachother. These were usually the words we were called

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

These were said by a mixture of people, but most knew us as best friends. I marched the halls with the twins every day, but everyone knew I was a just a little closer to Fred. There was just some connection there. A connection lots of people took out of context.

Sure, we flirted, but I flirt with a lot of people. Theres another word we were called, flirts! Though this had a good majority of my friends convinced that we were in love. It was at the point where people openly talked about it in front of us.

*“Nice ass Weasley!” I shouted as I entered the Great Hall. This drew a few eyes towards me, snickering. Fred turned around and looked to me, gesturing to his bum.*

*“Oh this old thing? Nothing compared to yours.” I licked my finger and made a sizzle sound. Everyone was right, we really had no shame.*

And that’s what my friends were on about at the moment. A big group of us were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. This included Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Angelina, and Ginny.

“You two flirt all the time without getting all ruffled. How do you do it?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t know, it’s just how we are I guess.” I shrugged to Fred as I answered. He nodded in agreement.

“Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of you flustered.” Dean butted in.

“I say we change that.” George said with a simple nod. Fred looked at him with furrowed brows. “I say we challenge them!” It was clear that not one person in the room knew what George was on about, so he continued. “Alright see, I give them 3 days to see who can fluster who first. One of us has to see it though, to know it happened. Can the unflusterables fluster one another you think?” Georges arms were crossed at his chest cockily.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea.” Hermione agreed.

“That’s easy, I’ll totally win. I have no shame, no embarrassment.” Fred announced with glee.

“We will see about that.” I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised.

*Oh its on.*

After barely an hour of thinking about this whole challenge alone in my dorm, I realized that I walked myself right into failure. It wasnt that I though Fred could win, it was that I *knew* I would lose. In the way that I had never really charmed any boy. I didn’t have anything up my sleeve. I was really just going to have to wing it.

That being said, Fred was quite the charmer. It was hilarious watching 1st years see him for the first time and swoon over him. Pulling girls in with simple winks and little waves across the room.

But now it was dinner time, so I see this as round one to this weird challenge George has concocted.

I made sure to make my way into the Great Hall nearly unnoticed, walking in with a sea of other students. I immediately spotted Fred and made a beeline towards him. Some of the group spotted me but said nothing, letting me go with my improvised plan.

I stood right behind Fred, reaching my hand into his hair and running my fingers though it. He turned his head slightly to see me.

“Hello love.” He smiled at me sweetly. I continued, wrapping my arms around his neck lightly and leaning down so my chin was rested on his shoulder.

“You’re hair is so soft.” He turned his face to mine, our noses almost bumping.

“Thanks sweet cheeks.” He put a small kis on my nose which made me smile, sitting next to him after.

“Nothing? Really? No blushy cheeks, or stuttered speech?” Angelina was flabbergasted clearly, her hands gesturing wildly in the air as she spoke.

“I honestly don’t know if it’s possible.” George shrugged. “I just thought it would be interesting if it was.”

“Oh I’ve got plans don’t worry, this sexy ass will be blushing to the moon and back when I’m done with her.” Fred looked down to me, smirking. He gave a challenging face.

“I know your deepest darkest secrets Weasley. Don’t test me.” I raised my eyebrow cockily as the whole group just stared puzzled.

“I wish I could talk to Cho like that.” Harry huffed, earning a laugh from most of the group. (Aside from Ginny, who I was quick to tap her hand under the table at the comment. She had told me weeks ago how agonizing she felt.)

Later that night a good portion of the gang was hanging out in the common room again. I had just walked through the entryway and saw Fred sitting on the couch. As soon as we made eye contact he patted his lap. All heads whipped my way. I walked over and sat right on his lap, making myself comfortable. He grabbed my face lightly and put a small kiss on my jaw.

“Where were you love, we missed you.” The few first years that had joined whatever conversation was going on looked as if they were going to be sick.

“Just went on a walk handsome.” Everyone shook their heads with disappointed looks.

“Nothing, seriously?” Hermione laughed in disbelief. The youngins asked about the situation and it was explained to them. They all giggled about it for a while as we watched. Soon Fred was leaned very close to my ear.

“You should just give up now beautiful, you know you’re going to lose.” He whispered ever so lightly in my ear. I pushed his face away from mine so his ear was towards me.

“Really cute of you to think so.” I whispered back. That was the last we spoke that night seeing as it was 10 pm.

I woke up the next morning hearing giggles from Hermione and Angelina. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. They got very quite as they saw me waking up.

“What are you two up to?” They looked down at the books they had in their hands, ignoring me. Just then I heard our shared bathroom open, seeing Fred come out wearing only a towel hanging low on his waist. I looked him up and down with a smile. “Not bad Weasley. Working out lately?”

I would never admit it outloud, but this one almost got me. He’s only in a damn towel. I mean come on, everyone found Fred attractive.

Right?

“Yeah. Maybe you can try this whole thing in my dorm later? Maybe surprise me?” He winked and left the room quickly.

“Hey! Get your arse back here, that’s my towel!” The girls followed us close behind, peaking out of the door to watch us in the hallway between the rest of the dorms.

“Oh you want it back? Her you go love.” He pulled it right off his body and handed it to me. I knew if I closed my eyes, or covered them, they would count it as a loss for me. So I just maintained eye contact with him and yanked it from his hands. “Nervous?” He squinted at me. Man was the boy lucky there was not one else in these halls at 6 am.

“Never.” I replied with a smile and turned away, walking back into the dorm. “Nice try ladies!” I dropped the towel in our hamper and they fell back onto Hermiones bed with a loud groan.

Later that day Hermione, Fred, George, me, Dean and Seamus had free time in Care of Magical Creatures.

“He was literally naked in front of her and she didn’t even blink.” Mione deadpanned.

“Maybe it’s because shes seen it before.” Fred elbowed my side.

“You wish.” I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe I do.” He stared daggers into my eyes.

“At this point I feel like even if you guys made out nothing would happen.” George shrugged. This gave everyone a collective evil smile.

“Oh are we doing that now?” I asked as nonchalant as possible. Even with my heart racing a mile a second. Fred looked at me with confusion. “Unless you’re too pussy.” That wiped the confusion off his face.

“Nope.” He grabbed my face and pulled it inches from his.

“I’m just going to warn you, I’ve never kissed, let alone made out with, a boy before. So I apologize in advance.” I laugh-whispered to him, pushing my lips onto his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, running my hands through his hair.

His hand traced my jaw with one hand and the other was gripped to my hair.

“Pretty good for never kissing anyone, you sure you arent lying?” He said quietly in between kisses.

“I would never lie to you.” He took my open mouth as an opportunity to use his tongue and deepen the kiss. I was ready to give up at this point, this boy was unknowingly ruining me. “Would you ever lie to me?” More questions between kisses.

“Never.”

“You like me don’t you?” His nose bumped with mine at the question. Starting to kiss up my jaw near my ear.

“Of course love.” He laughed lightly, pulling back from the kiss. We turned back to the group which was a mixture of disgust, confusion, and knowing glances.

“Seemed like a lot of whispers for just making out don’t you think?” Georges arms were crossed over his chest. We both shrugged.

“Sometimes friends just make out.” I admitted, which was a very obvious lie.

“So you would make out with me then?” George challenged. Fred grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him with a glare to George.

“I think I won in a different way than anticipated.” George smirked. “So are you guys going to get together or what?” Everyone nodded.

“Was that what this bullshit was about?” Fred asked loudly.

“Yeah of course. Two dimwits you are, walked right into it.” Hermione shook her head. Fred grabbed my hand and squeezed it, making me blush furiously.

“I win!” He pointed to my heated cheeks.

“Shut up ares hole.” I elbowed his side lightly.

“It didnt even take 3 days!” George cheered.

*Boy are we going to have some stories when we get older.*

Walkman – Fred Weasley

Wow another one huh? Yea :)

Summary - Fred is suddenly interested in muggle studies so the reader teaches him some

Word Count - 1.9k

It wasn’t often that other students at Hogwarts cared much about Muggle items. So when Fred had recently taken in interest in muggle studies, he had came to y/n about it.

“Its not that I know nothing, I know plenty from what my father goes on about. But I don’t know, I want to learn more.” She and Fred had been friends for a little over a year and he hadn’t previously expressed any liking to the subject. So why now? Why not just sign up for Muggle Studies?

She didn’t care enough to express it aloud.

See, Y/n had grown up as a muggle. Her mum had been a witch but both her and her father feared she wouldn’t be a witch because she didn’t show the normal signs at a young age. So they sent her to muggle school until she officially got her letter. No one could explain the relief and joy on her mum’s face when she saw the letter in their box.

“When do you have time to learn?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“Any time really. We could practically start now!” He replied excitedly. She shook her head with a smile.

“You’re lucky it’s a Saturday you git, I’ll floo home and grab some stuff to teach you about.” And with that she turned and walked away from the boy. For the first time in a while he was genuinly excited to learn something, maybe because his teacher would be someone he fancied. He thought maybe he hadn’t felt like this since he discovered he could scare the trousers off his mum by hiding behind doors and jumping out at 6 years old.

And so he waited for her to get back.

While Fred waited at the castle, Y/n appeared suddenly in her homes fireplace. This earned quite the screech from her little brother who was sat on the couch.

And yes, was, he promptly fell off the couch once she appeared.

“Sorry Alastair, just came to grab a few things. Is dad home?” He nodded, pointing behind him to the kitchen where the smell of pancakes wafted through the house.

Not only was Y/n’s dad a muggle, he was also American. He had moved from America when he was 17, wanting to escape his horrendous family and have a big change. He met Y/n’s mother when he was visiting a museum in Scottland. She had been on a field trip for muggle studies.

“Dad?” He jumped slightly, nearly dropping the spatula he held in his hand.

“Christ Y/n, what are you doing here.” He laughed, pulling her into a side hug.

“One of my friends wants to learn more about muggles and asked if I would teach him. Have any recommendations on what I should tell him about?” His eyes narrowed at his daughter.

“Is this that boy I heard you talking to mom about? The tall ginger boy?” Her cheeks flushed at the comment, partially because he had been eavesdropping on her and her mother and partially because he was correct. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again.

“Can you just give me ideas please?” He decided not to tease her further and began brewing up ideas for her.

“Alright, I have a few things I think he may like to hear about, literally.” This peaked the girls curiosity as she followed him to her parents shared bedroom.

Y/n’s dad ruffled through his side table and brought out a Walkman.

“Do you think he’s ever used one of these?” He handed it to her nonchalantly.

“Definitely not.” She laughed, grabbing it from his hands.

“You could probably just grab a few random things from your room and he wouldn’t know what they were. It stunned me how much stuff your mother was unaware of.” He shrugged. “You can borrow it for a while. And take this tape, I made it for your mom so she could hear top hits from America.”

“Perfect! Thanks Dad.” And she was then off to her room in search for more things to show Fred.

It didn’t take her long to gather a few things and bring them to her dad to ask what he thought. She spread a pile of things out in front of him and asked him to weed out the things he thought Fred wouldn’t understand.

They were left with a slap bracelet, a tamagotchi, the Walkman, and for fun, crayola step markers and stick on earrings from when Y/n was a kid. She thanked her dad with a hug and asked him to say hi to Mom for her and vanished through the floo again with a loud goodbye to her brother.

Once she arrived back, she skipped down the stairs to find Fred in the common room in front of the fireplace. His tie was loosened quite a bit and a few of his top buttons undone on his shirt. She bit the inside of her cheek like she didn often when he made her flustered.

Clearly he didn’t have to do much.

“Would you like to come up to my dorm so I can show you some stuff?” She asked through the silence. His head whipped around with a sinister smile.

“Godric that’s quite forward of you.” He winked. She could feel the inevitable heat rushing to her cheeks at the comment.

“You know that’s not what I meant you arse, do you wanna learn or not?” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall behind her.

“Alright let’s go.” He stood with a laugh, squeezing her shoulder while going to trot up the stairs. She pushed ahead of him and got to her room door. Fred looked at her curiously as she leaned down close to her door handle and whispered into it. The door creaked open as she stood straight.

“What was that?” He asked, plopping on her bed.

“Mione and I charmed the door so that it needs a password. Don’t want anyone walking in on is changing and stuff. The only ones who know it is us and Luna.” She explained as she shuffled through the bag she brought back from her house.

“Can I know it?” His eyebrow quirked slightly, leaning back on his arms with a wicked smile.

“No you cannot, it’s kind of an inside joke. Now scoot so I can show you stuff.” He was shoved back slightly so he was sitting closer to the headboard of her bed and she sat opposite. She spread the things out on the bed as he looked at them with a scrunched face. He first picked up the stick ons.

“What are these?” He held them like it was a dirty nappy. She giggled and snatched them from his hands. Her fingers grabbed two of them and she used her other hand to grab his chin and bring his face closer. He stared into her eyes with intensity. She probably thought he was so confident, but it was really a front for how nervous she made him. Y/n quickly turned his head to the side and put the stick-on on his ear, repeating it on the other side.

“Now look in the mirror.” He hopped from the bed and turned his head in the reflection with a giddy smile.

“I actually kind of like it.” Y/n stuck some to her ears and stood in the mirror with him.

“Now match!” She said enthusiastically. He looked down at her with a sweet smile and adoring eyes.

*This girl was certainly something to him.*

“Alright more. This one is pretty self explanatory. It’s called a slap bracelet. Put your wrist out.” He did so with a suspicious look. She raised it and hit it to his wrist as it wrapped around it. She had never seen someone look so amazed. He took it off, straightened it, and did it again.

“That’s phenomenal!”

“They make ruler versions of them too so you can carry around a ruler as a bracelet. I used them in primary.”

It took her an exponentially long time to explain the tamagotchi to Fred. He was beyond confused about it. But they ended up taking care of what he called ‘their baby’ for a good 25 minutes.

*Their baby*

This of course wasnt something Y/n would really think about until weeks later. Daft woman.

They had really stamped up each others arms with the stamp markers as well. Along with a little heart Y/n had stamped sneakily on Fred’s cheek.

She of course saved the best for last, the Walkman. She slipped the tape into it and handed it to him, teaching hin the buttons.

“This is a Walkman, for music. My dad said he has top his of the decade on it for my mom.” She set the headphones on his head and pressed play. She could very mildly hear 'Wannabee’ by the Spice girls leaking through the headset. She very slightly slid one side of the headset off of his ear so he could hear her, brushing his cheek on accident. Not that she noticed.

But he did.

“If you hold down this button it skips the song onto the next one.” He held it done and 'I Want it that Way’ by Backstreet Boys was playing. He really got into this song. He hooked the player onto his packet and got up and started dancing all dramatic. She sat up against her headboard just watching him enjoy herself.

Now, Y/n tended to say her thoughts aloud when she was extremely zoned in or out. It’s not something that was intentional, it was actually something she hated. Most the time it got her into trouble. Most the time after it happend all she could think was simply.

*Well Shit*

“I’m so in love with you.” It slipped effortlessly, ber eyes widening as soon as tr he words were said. She thought maybe she could have gotten lucky and the music would still be blaring in his ears. But since when was the girl lucky?

Fred slowly pulled the headphones from his head and scrunched his eyebrows.

“You are?” She couldn’t read the exact emotion on his face, making her afraid to answer. So she just nodded. He sat by her slowly, not facing her, just sitting next to her. They both stared straight forward.

All you could hear in the room was the very subtle music leaking from the headphones at the end of the bed.

Fred felt like such a wimp. She literally just confessed her love to him. One he shared for her, and he couldn’t even say anything. Maybe he was just stunned.

Suddenly she reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, turning to look at him. He smiled and grabbed the side of her jaw so gently.

“I’m so in love with you too.” She smiled with a small giggle and leaned in to kiss him, pulling away faster than Fred would have liked.

“WeasleBottom.” She said suddenly, catching him completely off guard.

“What?”

“That’s the password. It’s a mixture of the last names of our crushes. Pretty cheesy huh?” He shook his head with a laugh.

“I think it’s pretty flattering.” He pulled her in for another kiss. “You getting why I wanted to learn about muggle stuff now?”

“For me?” She smiled with her hand over her heart.

“Of course for you.”

*Anything for her.*

birthday boys || f.w & g.w

pairing: platonic!fred x reader x platonic!george

word count: 966

warnings: underage drinking, partying, fireworks. not proofread sjdbjdbd. pls tell me if I missed anything<3

summary: it’s your bestfriends’ birthday and you thought of giving them the best present you could ever have

a/n: shebhdv hii!! since it’s my favorite twins’ birthday today and also since it’s april fools, I thought of writing something for them. happy birthday fred and george! you guys will forever be in my hearts<3

italics are flashbacks

you woke up at exactly 8:30 am this morning feeling very excited. Today marked your calendar as April 1st, which was none other than your best friends’ birthday. you had planned something a few days ago to surprise the boys. something you knew they’d love.

you, fred, and george had been friends since your first year at hogwarts when george bumped into you on the train.

“georgie come quick! the compartments are nearly full!” you heard a red head say.

“mom, dad, I’ve got to go. i love you guys!” and after one last kiss to their cheek, you left your parents and went into the train. you looked around to find an empty compartment, until you felt your head hit something hard. “ouch!” you heard someone say. you looked up and saw a red haired boy, one who looked similar to the boy you saw earlier.

“I’m sorry” you said. “it’s ok” the boy sent you a small smile and held his hand out for you to get up. “i’m George by the way! George weasley!”

“i’m y/n y/l/n! nice to meet you!” you said in a cheery voice. you saw someone approaching George, someone who looked identical to him. “George, come onnn! I’ve found a place” he said before looking at you. “and who might this be?”

“hi my name’s y/n!” “fred weasley!” he shook your hand before telling George to come with him. George looked at you and asked if you wanted to sit with them, and who were you to decline such an offer. the three of you talked about random stuff. you learned that they were in the same year as you, and that they loved pranking. they told you a lot about their stories from home and you told them about yours. you knew from there that you had made your first friends. Hogwarts would be fun.

And you were right. Fred and George became your best friends. Along with Lee, the four of you were the most iconic group at Hogwarts.

You went to the great hall for breakfast, sitting right in between the twins. “happy birthday!” you said to the both of them with a big smile. they both said thank you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

While eating your breakfast and chatting a bit, you remembered something you had to do, which may or may not have something to do with the twins birthday present.

“i have to go now, I’ll see you later guys!” you said “whyyyy? it’s only been a few minutes and you haven’t even finished your breakfast yet” fred said with a pout. “I’ve got to go do something freddie”

“which is??” George asked. you quickly thought of an excuse and said “homework.”

“really? it’s a weekend and I don’t even think anyone’s assigned something for us to do” said fred. “how would you know? you always skip classes and when you don’t, you don’t even listen” you said unimpressed. Fred let out another pout and said, “m’kay fine. but be back soon!”

“okay bye guys!”

———

After setting up your present you went to the gryffindor common room. you saw fred, george, and lee at the couch and went to sit with them.

“Look who finally came,” George said with a smirk. “oh shut it weasley” you replied teasingly. george put his hand on his chest as he pretended to be hurt and said, “really y/n? and on my birthday *sighs* such a bully”. all of you burst out laughing.

you laid your head on george’s shoulder as you thought about how lucky you are to have both these idiots as your friends.

———

The gryffindor common room was loud. loud music blasting, and everyone either drunk, or dancing. You knew there was a party, of course there was. It was the weasley twins’ birthday for god sake. You just needed to find a way to be able to get the twins outside.

Once you thought of something, you went through the crowd, whispering a string of ‘excuse me’ s and ‘coming through’. you found fred and george dancing, both with drinks in their hands.

“boys I need you outside for a minute” you said. they both nodded and went outside to the courtyard with you. “what’s up?” George started.

“Well I’ve planned this a few days ago, and since it’s your birthday, I wanted to do something special, something the both of you would enjoy.” they both had a look of both confusion and excitement as you lifted a sheet off a fireworks set. “just look up”.

you then set the fireworks off, and it exploded in the sky, revealing a string of different colors. then the ‘grand finale’, as you liked to call it, finally came. it was a firework that said ‘happy birthday fred and george, i love you guys’. you looked at the boys and they both had wide smiles on their faces. they looked at you and each gave you a hug. “thank you so much for this y/n, we loved it. although there is one problem.” Fred said, looking at George who immediately got what Fred was talking about. “yeah? and what might that be?” you nervously said, “you set up fireworks without us, and that is a crime” George continued.

you sighed in relief and said “oh I’m glad you liked it. I did get extra fireworks though, it’s over there” you pointed to the extra fireworks, and they both ran towards it. “have fun with it. happy birthday guys! i love you both so damn much.”

“we love you too y/n” and just like that, you spent the entire night setting off fireworks, which may or may not have landed you in detention.

fred weasley would 100% watch 365 days in disgust with you, then quote it for days after just to piss you off. you turn around, he’s there. “are you lost baby girl?” you’re horrified. he’s kissing you, he pulls away. “let me show you what you’re missing.” help. “teach me how to be gentle!” he demands, chasing after you fred please i’m begging you stop

Welcome to another Fred blurb!  This takes place post war.  Hope you enjoy!

Word count:  1,605

Truthfully, you had always been rather content with your life.  During your schooling, you weren’t unpopular, but you weren’t popular.  People gravitated towards you, but you never became attached to anyone.  You weren’t ever the one to seek other out, but you were there for when others needed you.  In fact, if no one had sought you out, you would have spent your school years alone, and you were content with that.  

When you graduated, you started working at a muggle flower shop in London, where you rather sneakily used magic to make your flowers the most beautiful in the area.  When the war came around two years later, you didn’t hesitate a moment to fight at your old school.  The battle was hectic and you met many new faces and a few familiar, including your partner during the first half of the battle, Fred Weasley.  He had gotten separated from his brother, and you arrived alone, so there was an unspoken agreement to stick together.

Fred and you worked well together, even in school.  He was your partner on occasion during Potions class, and you quite enjoyed his jokes and company.  Throughout the battle, you and Fred saved each other on multiple occasions, both of you barely avoiding the cold grasp of death.  During it all, a small bit of rubble had hit you as well, leaving a rather ugly cut across the side of your face.  Fred broke his leg when wall collapsed and you blasted as much away from him as you could.  During the calm period, you helped Fred to the Great Hall, where his family took care of him, and you left to finish the battle.  That was the last you saw of Fred.  

After the war ended, you returned to your quiet life, coming to work each morning with a small scar you wore on your face with pride.  Day in and day out, you worked and went back to your flat, to your books and to your cat, which had become your best and one of your few friends.  

One particular Monday, on your day off, you decided to go to your old stomping grounds.  You hadn’t been in Diagon Alley in years.  In fact, you hadn’t been in touch with any sort of magical shop in almost two years, since the battle and since the war drew to an end. 

You entered through the Leaky Cauldron, dipping your head to the patrons you faintly recognized.  As you entered Diagon Alley, a nostalgic feeling washed over you.  Last time you had been there, most of the shops were closed and it was rather drab and dreary, but now it was like when you were a kid.  Bright, bustling, and beautiful.  There were so many witches and wizards, dressed how you used to dress, in cloaks and colorful clothing, pointy hats and odd animals on their shoulders.  Music played loudly from a nearby shop, which you recognized to be the Weird Sisters.  Memories of the Yule Ball faded into your mind and a faint smile formed on your lips as you wandered up the alley. 

You felt out of place, wearing your tight jeans and black band t-shirt, containing a muggle band you were sure few people in the alley around you knew of.  But the wand tucked into the waist of your jeans made you feel like part of them.  As you wandered up the alley, your eyes landed on the one shop you had never been in.  Weasley Wizard Wheezes. 

It was an incredibly fun looking store, one you were sure you would enjoy, but before the war, you only ever came to Diagon Alley when you absolutely needed to, and your time there was short with no time for stops like this.  Now, however, you had all the time in the world.

When you stepped into the shop, it smelled of fireworks and sweets and there were various sounds and flashing lights all around.  It was August still, so there were copious amounts of young students bustling around and laughing at everything around.  Your smile grew as you ran your hand along a display, looking at the bottled love potions and Puking Pastilles, to other products you truly couldn’t have thought up in your most wild dreams. 

As you picked up an odd looking package, you felt someone brush by you and you ignored it, accrediting it to the busy shop, but as you turned over the package in your hand, a voice brought stole your focus.  “Well, hello,” a voice you recognized greeted, causing you to turn to the Weasley twin.  “Here I thought I’d never see you again.”

Fred smiled at you, but held a confused look on his face.  “Loonar Loop Luminators?” you asked him with a small laugh in your voice.  You wondered in the back of your mind what he meant by his words, but you brushed it off for the moment.

Fred glanced down to the package in your hand, as he had not noticed it sooner as his eyes focused on your face.  “A sort of firework,” he answered proudly and took the product from your hand.  “A demonstration, maybe?” 

Shrugging lightly, you followed Fred as he led you to the center of the store.  “All right, you lot, listen up!”  His voice boomed through the store, silencing the many students and grown ups alike.  “I’ll be doing a quick demonstration of our Loonar Loop Luminators, so stand clear,” he continued as he opened the package.  He placed a small blue tube on the ground, using his wand to light the end of it. 

After a few mere seconds, sparks of various colors exploded from the product, reaching the ceiling of the shop and popping into more sparkles.  You clapped, along with the rest of the store, as the fireworks exploded beautifully.  Fred smiled proudly, his arms crossed over his chest, and waited until the last of the sparks faded to speak once more.  “Loonar Loop Luminators can be found over here to the left, in the front of the store,” he finished and swooped down, picking up the expired product.  Fred stepped back over to you, an expectant look on his face.  “What’d you think?” 

“Absolutely brilliant,” you answered with a laugh.  

Fred beamed at your words.  “You see, if you do it in an open area, and not indoors, it will be a much more grand show.  Sparks will fly to the moon, hence the name,” he explained proudly and flashed the box to you, which held a rather smiley moon.

You hummed, a bright look in your eyes.  “I reckon that’s quite the sight.  I might have to leave here with a few myself.”

Fred smirked, glancing at the box in his hand once more.  “Take as many as you want.  I couldn’t bear to charge the person who saved my life,” he explained as he led you to the counter, where he tossed the box in a waste bin.  

With a small laugh, you shrugged and leaned against the counter as his brother, who was two years younger than you, rung up the many guests.  “Well, you saved mine as well, so I had assumed we were even.”  

Fred scoffed, checking his watch for a moment before glancing at his brother.  “Man the shop for a minute, mate?” 

Ron glanced at you and nodded, a smile on his lips.  “Take your time.”

“Got a moment?”  Fred asked you as he nodded towards the door of his shop. 

You glanced at your own watch, pretending to contemplate his words, but shrugged.  “I suppose so.” 

Fred smirked and led you through the shop, out into Diagon Alley.  “I thought you died, you know?”  His voice was a little shaky as he spoke, his hands in the pockets of his colorful suit. 

“Well, here I am,” you replied lamely, giving him a gentle smile and a small shrug.  

With an incredulous look on his face, Fred shook his head at you.  “I mourned you, you know?” 

Your smile fell at his words, causing you to feel oddly guilty.  “Why would you mourn someone you didn’t know to be dead?  Someone you barely know?”  The words came out a little harsher than you intended, but as Fred led you up Diagon Alley, walking slowly through the crowd, you were sure he understood. 

“I want to know you,” Fred said suddenly, his voice insistent.  Your mouth fell open, rather surprised by his words, and waited for him to continue.  “I always have.  That’s why I always convinced others to let me be your partner in class, why I spoke to you as much as I could without bothering you, why I wanted to stay by your side during the battle.”  Your face felt warm at his confession and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.  

With a gentle blush on your face, you ducked your head and smiled to yourself. “Well, here I am,” you repeated the words you said moments before and glanced up at Fred.

Fred smiled widely at your words, raising his eyebrows.  “Will you let me take you to dinner, then?” 

For a moment, you bit your lip and pretended to consider his offer.  After a brief pause, you spoke softly, “I suppose so.”

“Brilliant,” Fred smirked and stood with his hands in his pockets.  “Meet you here at the shop tomorrow?  Say seven?” 

Nodding gently, you fought the wide grin forming on your lips.  “It’s a date.”

celebrating your birthday with fred weasley

• this man would go all out
• the king of extra himself was planning your birthday so how could it not be the most extravagant day ever
• freddie had been planning this day for the longesttime
• he even got all of his siblings involved to help him
• he definitely tired pranking you that morning by ‘pretending today wasn’t your birthday’
• but this poor boy couldn’t last more than five minutes because he was just too excited for today
• makes a huge speech for you at breakfast in the great hall in front of basically the entire student body
• going on about how today should be proclaimed as a world-wide holiday
• “attention! today is the most beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, precious girl’s birthday! so lets be sure we wish her a happy day. i’m talking to you, professor snape.”
• all of hogwarts kind of just looked at him semi confused, but decided it would be best if they went along with it
• ohand most certainly delivered his speech at dumbledoor’s podium, juuust to make sure everyone knew
• cue mcgongall shouting at him, but happily thinking of how sweet and in love that boy was
• he makes sure all of your classes sing you happy birthday
• and would prank any teacher or student who wouldn’t participate in the festivities
• needless to say you had heard a few too many off-key happy birthday songs that day
• freddie is a scavenger hunt expert!!! and had the most wonderful one set up for you on your special day!
• he hid small presents all over the castle with hints, leading you to the next one. until you found your big surprise!
• anot so surprise party!
• in the gryffindor common room was all of your friends waiting to celebrate you
• there was msuic, dancing, a table with all your favorite foods and it was nothing short of perfect
• freddie was so proud of himself because you looked like you were having the absolute time of your life
• he never felt so lucky in his life because he had the absolute privilege of celebrating you
• and knowing freddie, he was already thinking about how he can make next year’s birthday even more special than this

(a/n: hey guys! soooo tomorrow’s my birthday so, i thought i would share some fun birthday freddie headcannons! & tomorrow i will be posting cedric birthday headcannons! anyways, thank you for reading & if you enjoyed please feel free to reblog! see you someplace magical!)

how to get the girl

FRED WEASLEY X READER

“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.” - Nicholas Sparks

warnings:none

“Merlin, Fred, I’m trying to eat, and the whole table is shaking like a leaf,” you complained, placing a hand on the redhead’s leg. You loved the Weasleys, but between George’s loud chewing and Fred’s nervous shaking, you were losing it. “And George, for Merlin’s sake, close your mouth when you chew!”

“Someone’s in a pissy mood,” George frowned, taking another bite out of his cottage pie and exaggerating his chewing. “Did Joshua Gilbert explode your cauldron again? He’s trouble- I know it because he’s got to first names.”

“Look who’s talking- didn’t the two of you just set off a dung bomb in Filch’s office?”

“Us? Never!” George exclaimed with faux-shock, his eyes gleaming mischievously and giving away his lie.

“Okay, seriously, Fred, what’s got your knickers all twisted? You’ve hardly touched the bread pudding, you keep looking off into space, and- and you like a girl, don’t you?” You took the quick glance he shot George as confirmation and felt something swell in your chest- presumably curiosity. “Who is she? Do I know her? Are you asking her to the Yule Ball?”

“I didn’t say I liked anyone,” Fred exclaimed, tossing his hand up as if it was proof of innocence. “But, hypothetically, Katie Bell and I have been, well, I’m not sure.”

You cocked your head to the side and furrowed your eyebrows. You hadn’t known Fred or George for too long, but still, you’d been around enough to have seen something. Yet, the only time you could think of Fred and Katie being together was through Quidditch.

“So, she likes you?” You asked, the curiosity getting the best of you.

“You know how girls are,” George piped in, writing some word in the sky with his fork.

“No, please tell me how we are,” you deadpanned, watching George turn red and shrink in his seat.

“I just mean she’s playing with him- talking to him a lot one day, then the next she doesn’t even notice him. It’s all mind games with girls- boys are just straightforward,” George clamored, sheepishly grinning as you crossed your arms.

“Yes, because the way you talk to Angelina is so very straightforward,” you snickered.

“Easy, y/n, it’s that he’s not straightforward,” Fred joined in, “It’s that he’s not smooth. Though I supposed ‘mghshsjdnch’ is quite smooth if you speak blast-ended skwert or the delicate language of troll?”

“First off, it sounds most like elfish. Second off, I sent Angelina a note, and she’s already agreed to go with me,” George smiled, shooting a glance at Angelina.

“Well, Georgie set on a date, so you have to make a move, Fred. Or do you not want to?” Usually, you let the twins’ banter play out, but the question had been on your mind and clawed at your throat. You were an absolute sucker for anything to do with love, yet, something about the question felt odd on your tongue.

“I don’t know- I don’t want her to say no, but I also don’t want to keep being in this like standstill,” Fred sighed, poking at the bread pudding in front of him. “I think I need a good way to approach it so that I’m not trying too hard, but also not making it seem too casual and friend-like. Damn, I sound like a girl.”

“You’re not smart enough to sound like a girl,” you quipped back, earning a high-five and chuckle from George. “Okay, girl to someone who likes another girl, just say you like her. Keep it simple, so there is no way to make it seem anything but romantic.”

“Boooo,” George drawled, waving two thumbs-down in your face. “Bad advice- play it so that she can take it how she wants. If you keep it vague, then she can decide whether you meant it romantically or plutonically.”

“You can’t take advice from someone who doesn’t know how to say platonically,” you argued, sticking your tongue out at George. “Trust me.”

“Oh yes, trust the girl who has only had one boyfriend,” George whispered dramatically. “Don’t forget he was a dunce, Freddie.”

“He was daft, y/n,” Fred chuckled. “However, I get where you’re coming from, so I’ll ask her tomorrow and let you know how it goes.”

“You’re following her advice?” George groaned, “Over your own twin? Your own flesh and blood? Your- Oi, Lee, where did you get that Yorkshire Pudding?”

You laughed, your eyes watching as George put on a show by chasing Lee Jordan around the Great Hall. The conversation changed, crowds dwindled, and eventually, you found yourself walking back to your dorm with the twins. It was strange; the night was nothing out of the ordinary, yet you felt uneasy.

“I’m not feeling well,” you announced, parting away from the boys and making your way into your dorm.

It wasn’t a lie; in fact, it was probably the most honest thing you’d said the entire night. Your mind replayed the conversation, and you felt as if you watched yourself reply to Fred. The reels of your night replayed in your dreams all night, leaving you unable to place your emotions and incredibly exhausted in the morning.

The ache you had felt as you tossed around in your bed left your mind in a fog, and as you stumbled to the Great Hall for breakfast, you hadn’t even noticed Fred running up to you.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Fred asked, beaming at you as if he’d won the lottery.

“What? Oh, sure.” You trailed behind the bouncing redhead, knowing exactly where the conversation was going. You weren’t sure if it was the dread or the lack of sleep, but suddenly it seemed foolish of you to get out of bed.

“Okay, just give me a moment,” Fred grinned, closing the door to the greenhouse.

You looked around, your eyebrows furrowing. We were miles away from the Great Hall; frankly, it was bad enough he was going to rub his date in your face, but to do it in your favorite classroom seemed extra cruel.

“Fred, you don’t need to be so extravagant about this,” You whined softly. “This could easily have been discussed over coffee- a lot of coffee.”

“What? How did you guess?” Fred asked, his mouth dropping open. “I thought I threw you off last night with Katie Bell.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m here to ask you to the Yule Ball? I didn’t realize you had such low standards- I mean, asking in the greenhouse is hardly extravagant,” Fred argued. “George vetoed the idea of getting us both in detention with Snape, then organizing the potions closet to spell out Yule Ball.”

“You’re asking me?” Your eyes darted around you, waiting for George to pop out and explain he was practicing for someone else. “But- Katie?”

Fred burst into a lopsided grin, his eyes lighting up as everything started to make sense. “Katie is going with some Ravenclaw- I panicked when you guessed I wanted to ask someone to the Yule Ball. Please, Wood’s 'no dating players on the team’ policy is still brainwashing me.”

“So- you want me to go with you?” You imagined you looked and sounded like an idiot, but honestly, the notion felt surreal.

“Yeah, of course, you’re the only person I’d want to go with,” Fred chuckled. “You’re smart, and you have this kind of humor that makes it easy to joke with you while also not completely understanding the joke. I- I mean, you’ve been my best friend for what feels like forever, and I didn’t ever really think you felt the same, but I had to take the risk. I meant forever in a good way just so you know.”

You stared at Fred while he rambled, watching the way he talked with his hands and how his freckles seemed to exaggerate his expressions. He was so animated, so wildly himself, and you couldn’t help but feel as if realization had washed over you.

“I like you,” you blurted.

Fred stopped talking, his ears tinted pink. “I like you, too- that’s where all of that was going, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you laughed, stepping closer to Fred.

“So, Yule Ball?” Fred whispered, his hot breath hot on your lips.

“Yeah, I suppose,” you joked, closing the gap between the two of you.

Warnings: Death, Sadness, Angst.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Visiting the ghost that holds your heart.

(I’m aching as I type this.)

The corridors felt longer. It was harder to remember exactly how they were, but if you squinted long enough, you could remember the moments of laughter shared and the sound of students rushing to their next course of the day. But, those memories quickly evaporated into scenes of despair from the war. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since the war. Even with the time passing, you can remember the stench of metallic blood and the dust and debris that choked the air. 

It was the Winter session, all the students had since gone home, and the halls were empty besides the small straggle of children who had decided to stay. Children, kids, something you once were. Even with a small number of wrinkles on your brow and taller stature, you tried to put yourself into your sixteen-year-old self. It was admittedly hard as all your experiences, as a child, centered around him. Him. Fred. Your first love. Maybe your only love. 

The wind was bitter. And despite the cold quickly reaching your fingertips, your heels clicked slowly on the floor. One after another, you told yourself, until you reached the Northern Tower fields. You knew he’d be there. He always was. The familiar scent of frosted grass almost hurt to smell. It all hurt. As you reached the courtyard, the figure of a tall man stood. Even from the back, you knew it was him. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his red hair sticking widely everywhere and his back was slightly hunched. Until he turned. It was as if you were eleven years old again, seeing those bright brown eyes and the peak of his dimples. It rendered you speechless.

“You came.” He said a smile on his lips.

“Of course,” you sputtered out, taking in every inch of his face, his movements, his everything. “Wouldn’t miss out on our anniversary, would I?”

Fred let out a laugh. Oh, how you truly missed his laugh. 

“You’re right, you always were one for punctual anniversaries.” He joked. For a moment, he did the same, drinking in you, getting so hopelessly lost that he cursed the day he died.

“Aren’t you cold?” you found yourself dumbly asking. Of course, he didn’t get cold, what a foolish thing to ask.

Fred didn’t mind, he shrugged and replied “Hard to get cold when you’re dead.”

You didn’t say anything back. Instead, you sat on the cobble bench. It suddenly became hard to breathe.

“Don’t make that face,” Fred warned.

“What face?” you asked, surprised.

“The face of grief. I’ve seen it every day I’ve been ‘ere.”

“Oh.”

“I see it all over Ginny’s face, and some over George’s, but he tries to hide it now.”

“Why can’t I make that face?” you laughed helplessly, “I am grieving.”

“I know.” he said simply, “But, it isn’t a face I’ve ever wanted to see on you.”

“I know,” you said back. 

“How is George?” Fred asked, still standing, hands in his pockets. He didn’t want to ask that question, but he could tell when his twin lied.

“He’s good.”

“No, he’s not,” Fred rolled his eyes.

“No. He’s not.” you agreed, “I think… it’s been quite hard on him.”

“He always was the sensitive one,” Fred put a finger to his chin, you nearly laughed seeing that. It was always something he did when he was pretending to be pensive. It never worked.

“It’s been hard on all of us.”

“It’s been a few years.”

“Yes, but still,” you sighed. Hard wasn’t even a word to describe the feeling of losing Fred. It was beyond hard, it was excruciating. 

“I think…” Fred continued to carry a facade of deep thinking, “You should have a party.”

“A party?” your lips began to curl into a smile. 

“Well, you can’t all be sad all the time. What a bunch of sorry sods you must be.”

“Sorry sods?” you chuckled under your breath, “Maybe.”

“I’m just saying, if you had a party, you could mingle, and drink too much and be happy.” Fred said as a matter of factly.

“It’s difficult to be happy when you’re not there.”

Fred grew silent. Everyone always spoke about how difficult it is to move on after his death. But no one ever really asked him how he dealt with it. How he was. How he felt. It was always Fred’s job to make other’s smile, but as he walked the empty corridors he couldn’t have felt more alone. 

“You know,” you began, making Fred raise his eyebrow, “Ron’s started helping out ‘round the Joke Shop.”

“Really?” Fred leaned in.

You hummed, “I think he’s going to leave the Order.”

Fred laughed, full and hearty, “He’ll destroy the shop.”

“No, he won’t!” you argued back, laughing a bit with him. “He’s doing quite well, actually.”

“Tell me more.”

The conversation, once melancholy, was filled with jokes from Fred, poking fun at his younger brother and you defending him. You spoke about your family, Fred asked if your mother still makes the sweet pumpkin pie, the one she used to send every October. Fred told you about some of the first years, and how he truly enjoys giving them a fright by poking out of the portraits when they least expect it. It was as if he were there, and you had to remind yourself… that he wasn’t. 

“Are you seeing anyone?” Fred asked, almost absentmindedly. 

You paused. “Something like that.”

“Oh? Tell me more.” Fred bit back the sadness that knawed at his chest. He wanted you to move on, get married, have children, do all the things that he envisioned you’d do together. 

“He’s… well.”

“Well?” 

You looked up at Fred. It was this moment, this reflection of glee in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks that brought tears to your eyes. It wasn’t like the heart aching sobs that your parents heard through the walls of your home. It wasn’t like the tears you shared with Molly, reminiscing on every story of Fred you had. It was quiet. Droplets rolled down your cheeks, and you were worried they’d never stop as you were sure, for a fact, that you couldn’t contain them even if you tried. 

“He isn’t you.”

Words had never hurt Fred more. The pounding of the syllables and the quivering of your lip created a deep and sudden ache. Even as a ghost, a dead person, a being not of this world, he could feel the grief course through his veins, pumping through his heart, hitting his chest, hurting his toes. It’s true. It wasn’t him. And, for fucks sake, he wanted it to be. He didn’t want to die. He had just grown to accept it when he awoke as a ghost. He wanted to be there, holding you, gripping your hair in his fingers, feeling the warmth of your body. He wanted to get married and see you walk down the aisle in that dress you always fawned over. He wanted to see the silver band around his finger and feel him put your wedding ring on yours. He wanted to have children and argue about the names. He wanted to hold your child, making jokes about how they would one day ruin the world. He wanted to spend every Christmas morning, watching your numerous children ripping open the presents that “Father Christmas” had given them, as you sat in his lap enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. He wanted to warn his daughter, or daughters, about the bad men and how they should stay away from boys until they were thirty-five. He wanted to tell his boys always to make a girl smile because that’s how they will get a girl’s heart and boast about that’s how he got “your mother’s heart and soul.” He wanted to send his children off to Hogwarts, holding you as you cried watching the train leave the platform. He wanted to make fun of your growing wrinkles and he wanted you to fight back about his dad body. He wanted to live with you, grow old with you, die with you. Seeing you cry helpless tears was a bitter reminder that he was stuck. Stuck in a body that will never experience those things. Stuck in a body that is forced to do nothing but remain.

“Is he at least good-looking?” Fred choked back. 

You laughed through your tears and the loneliness that Fred had experienced was nearly worth it.

“Not as handsome as you, or as cocky,” you added.

Fred nodded slowly. He sat next to you, close, but not close enough. 

“I…” you wiped your cheeks with the sleeve of your coat. “I-” you meant to say that you missed him, but the words didn’t seem to follow your tongue.

“I know. Me too.” Fred smiled, his dimples portraying the sadness that he tried to hide. 

You sat there, next to him, painfully, sadly, both heartbroken for the life you could’ve had. Together.

: 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.