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.
“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.”
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.
Hi everyone!! This is for the lovely @heloisedaphnebrightmore ‘s 1k celebration! Congrats!! you totally deserve it! I really like this fic and i hope you all like it as well!
Summary: Fred Weasley has been completely insufferable and mean since third year. Unfortunately the reader still feels for him even after he takes his teasing too far
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Angst with a happy end
You didn’t mean to blow up on him like that. You didn’t mean to be blinded by unadulterated rage and let those words leave your lips. But if you were being honest with yourself, he thoroughly deserved it. After years and years of letting his words carve chinks into your armor, you were through. You simply couldn’t handle it anymore.
You had sat in the common room in your favorite skirt, hands folded neatly in your lap. You kept reaching up to smooth your hair, attempting to look your best. Cormac was supposed to meet you in the common room at noon. He was supposed to escort you to Hogsmeade where you’d eat at Madame Pudifoot’s. It was supposed to be romantic.
You were excited; it was your first date after all. You didn’t quite know if you fancied Cormac. He was brash and occasionally rude, but the feeling of being wanted to outweigh his flaws. It was rare that a boy would give you attention, so when Cormac had suavely asked you out, you couldn’t help but become giddy.
Angelina and Katie had helped you pick out an outfit. It was simple- a black skirt and a simple sweater- but you felt pretty nonetheless.
So you sat and waited. And waited. And waited. For hours you sat on the same sofa in the same position, slowly letting your resolve disappear.
You didn’t know what you had expected. Cormac was known to be an arsehole. Yet, the sting of rejection still affected you, causing you to push back tears.
Around three in the afternoon, Katie and Angelina stepped through the portrait hole. They were laughing about something, smiling wide. But when they caught sight of you, their smiles dropped.
AN: Hi everyone! Please just pretend that Fred didn’t get banned from quidditch in his seventh year please and thank you.
It was no secret that school was not one of Fred Weasley’s strong suits. He’d much rather spend his time goofing off with his brother, playing quidditch, or planning for the shop than spending countless hours completing assignments and studying for exams. He simply had better things to do. And while he knew that his future laid outside the realm of academic achievements, not everyone quite believed him. Or more accurately, believed in him.
So that was how he ended up in Snape’s office after class, the potions professor staring at him with his arms crossed and McGonagall looking down at him.
“Mr. Weasley do you know why we have called you here?” McGonagall asked sternly. Fred squirmed slightly in his seat.
“I’m not sure Minnie,” he said with a cocky smirk, “I may need you to enlighten me.” Snape scoffed from the other side of the desk.
“Well, first of all, I must remind you that my name is Professor McGonagall and you shall not call me by anything else,” she said seriously. Fred’s grin never faltered. “But it has come to attention that you are failing potions,” McGonagall said. Fred was surprised for a moment. He knew that he wasn’t doing particularly well, but he never imagined that he was failing. He turned and saw Snape smirking at him.
“If you have any interest in passing my class and graduating, I expect you to get a tutor,” Snape said eventually, a hint of smugness entering his tone. Fred frowned. The thing was, he didn’t intend to graduate. He and George were planning to leave in a few months anyway, was it really worth the hassle?
“I think I’ll pass on the tutor,” Fred said, making a move to leave the office. A hand grabbed his shoulder.
“Not so fast Mr. Weasley,” McGonagall warned. Fred turned to face her.
“Yes Minnie?” he asked with an annoyed smile.
“If you want to continue to play quidditch this year, I suggest that you take Professor Snape up on that offer and get a tutor,” McGonagall said with a frown. Fred froze.
“What?” he asked, slightly panicked.
“If your grade in potions does not improve to at least an acceptable, I can not let you participate in the quidditch season,” McGonagall explained. Fred let out a long sigh.
“Fine,” he grumbled, “Just give me the place and time.”
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
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.”
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!)
As much as I love writing to you, I hate writing to you. Because it means we’re not together. And you know how much I wish we were together right now.
But to make the best out of a sour situation, let me just remind you of one thing:
I LOVE YOU!!
I’m sure you already knew that, but just in case, don’t forget it.
Now I’d be a fool if I didn’t mention how incredibly proud I am of all that you’ve been doing lately. You’re one of a kind, and that kind is spectacular. Everything you do amazes me. And I know what you’re going to say - “you stop that, right now, Fred Weasley or I’ll- I’ll” and then you’ll never finish your fake threat because you realize I’d never lie to you, which means everything I said about you is true! HA!
Anyway, enough of that. The reason I’m writing to you is so that you remember that, if you have nothing else in the world, you will always have me. I mean, thankfully that’s not all you have of course, but I promise to be the one constant in your life. And with that, you will always have my constant love, support, and occasional tomfoolery. And who would I be without that?
Now onto the next order of business. Our date tonight. You thought I would forget, didn’t you? Well I didn’t because when it comes to you, I never forget.
In fact, this might be the greatest planning I’ve ever done. But I won’t spoil the surprise, oh no, you’ll experience it all live and in person very soon.
Oh you want a sneak peek? If you insist…
Don’t worry about what you wear tonight, because it won’t stay on you for long, I’ll be sure to take care of that. But first is dinner. Eating dinner in and then… eating out, do with that what you will. And the walls have been thoroughly soundproofed to avoid another awkward encounter like the last time. (Those neighbors have never forgiven me.)
Princess, I hope you know how very much you mean to me. Tonight is all about you, showering with you you with love and affection that you so deserve.
Now I’m off to prepare for our lovely evening. I shall see you soon, my dear.
I watched from the doorway as Fred packed his things into a suitcase, throwing me angry glares every now and then. Once he was done, he stood and faced me.
“I never wanted to give up.” He snapped.
“Don’t you dare.” I growled.
“You forced me out, as you do everyone who could possibly get close to you.” Fred accused.
“I gave you the very best of me and it wasn’t enough.” I said.
He went to speak but quickly shut his mouth. There was nothing to say, I had already said it.
I giggled and gently nudged his shoulder. “Fine, okay.” I said as I rummaged through my trunk for a black school skirt. “This good enough?”
“I’m gonna look so fit.” He hummed as he held the fabric against him. “Can George have one too?”
I laughed again and handed over another skirt. “Can I ask why?”
Fred folded them neatly. “Well, we’ve seen lately how…boys look at girls for simply wearing something they feel comfortable in. We don’t really like how over sexualised skirts are, so we’re going to wear them.” 
I nodded. “That’s very nice of you, fight the gender norm.”
He raised his fist. “Fuck yeah.”
I snorted. “Get out.”
I attempted to catch the twins that morning but they had slipped out to breakfast before me. Throughout the day I heard whispered and laughs of the boys in skirts, and everyone guessed they were mine the twins were wearing.
Finally, walking down the hall, I saw Fred. “Hey sexy.” I winked as I approached him.
“It’s backfired so bad.” He whined as he tugged me into his chest.
“How?” I giggled.
“Instead of normalising skirts, I’ve just been sexually harassed all day.” I burst out laughing, doubling over. “Do you know how many people have smacked my ass today?”
“Stop, I can’t breath!” I laughed harder.
A smirk graced Fred’s face. “I’m glad someone finds it funny.”
I peered up at him with a soft smile. “I’m very sorry you’ve experienced how women are treated.”
“It’s awful.” He grumbled back.
“I need to get to Potions,” my hand came down to smack against his backside. “Stay sexy, sweet-cheeks.”
“Freddie I don’t think this is a good idea.” I warily said as I tugged his coat tighter around my body.
“It’ll be fine.” He smiled as we approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
I looked to my left and saw Hagrids place, the chimney smoking and the soft glow of the lights the only hint of life.
“Wait wait,” I quickly grabbed his hand.
Fred groaned a little. “What?”
“Do you have your wand?”
“Yes.”
“And you know exactly where we’re going?”
“Vaguely.”
“Fred.” I sternly snapped.
He playfully laughed and nodded. “Yes I know exactly where we’re going.”
I breathed a sigh. “We won’t get in trouble?” I asked.
“Only if we’re caught, now come on.” He tightly grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him.
The atmosphere was thick, the dark night only adding to my fear. The fog was low as we weaved our way through the trees. I seemed to jump at every possible noise which only added to Fred’s glee.
Half an hour in, we hadn’t reached where we needed to be and I began to eye Fred suspiciously. “Fred…”
“Yeah?” He took a left turn.
I bent down and picked up a glove I’d dropped as a test. “We’re fucking lost.” I snapped.
“What? No we’re not.” He turned to face me.
“I dropped this glove ten minutes ago because I knew we we’re going in circles.” I said as I threw the glove at him.
“Fine,” he huffed. “I momentarily don’t know exactly where to go, but it’s fine.”
“How’s it fine!” I screeched. “We’re in the Forbidden Forest, at night, alone!”
“Will you calm down.” He hissed. “It’s fine.”
I grumbled incoherently but followed behind closely. Another half an hour passed before Fred turned to me with a guilty look on his face.
“What.” I cocked a brow.
“We’re lost.”
“No shit.”
“What do we do?” He asked.
“Don’t ask me! I didn’t even want to come here.” I worriedly exclaimed.
“I don’t know what to do.” It was an odd thing to see usually calm Fred panicked and scared. “I don’t even know where the tree line is.”
“Don’t scare me!” I said. “Maybe we should try and retrace our steps.”
“But what if we just walk further into the forest?” He said.
“I don’t know Fred!” I yelled.
Suddenly, a snap echoed from behind me and I jumped into Fred’s arms, wrapping each other safely together.
“What was that?” He whispered.
“Shh!” I hushed as we both stared into the darkness.
Another snap, a soft padding of feet, then silence. “I’ve got my wand.” Fred muttered.
“Get it out then.” I whispered back.
Slowly he drew his wand and pointed it into the darkness. “Whoever’s out there, I’ve got a wand!” He yelled.
I hit his chest. “Shut up, now they know we’re here!”
“Oh fuck…” he winced. “Sorry.”
Silence followed as we intently listened, our grip on each other tightening by the second as fear enveloped us.
“Fred, Y/N?”
We both screamed as a voice began from behind us, Fred tripping and pulling me down with him.
“Don’t kill us!” He wailed as he buried his head into my neck.
I gazed up and saw Hagrid. “Fred-“
“Tell Georgie I love him!” He cried.
“Fred!” I yelled. “Shut up, it’s Hagrid.”
His head popped up. “Oh…hi.”
“What are you two doing out here at this time of night?” Hagrid asked.
“Yeah Fred, what are we doing?” I grumbled as we stumbled to our feet.
“Well…um…” Hagrid cocked a suspecting brow. “We’re looking for unicorn hair.”
Hagrid sighed. “You do know it’s illegal to collect unicorn hair, don’t you?”
Fred shuffled. “You only get fined…” he mumbled.
“In my defence, I wasn’t told why we were here.” I excused.
Hagrid simply sighed and turned around. “Come on you two, before you get yourselves into more trouble.”
We followed behind him, arms folded and feeling like children caught in the act of doing something naughty. “I’m cold because of you.”
“How do you think I feel? You’ve got my coat.” Fred said back as he gently nudged me with his elbow.
I softly smiled as we came out of the forest. “Off to bed immediately, you’re lucky I’m not going to report this.” Hagrid scolded as we sulked off.
I trudged ahead of Fred, a little angry at the mess he’d got us into.
“Y/N?” I ignored him. “Please don’t be mad, it’s awful when you’re angry with me.”
I whipped around. “You promised you knew where we were going!”
“In my defence, all trees look the same.” I cocked a brow and crossed my arms. “I’m sorry.”
I sighed. “It’s fine, it was kind of fun to see you cry like a little girl.”
He laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me back to the castle. “Tell anyone and I’ll let everyone know about your little crush on Dean.”
“I’m Mrs. Claus.” I beamed as I performed a small twirl for Fred. “Looks cute, right?”
He chuckled a little. “Very…”
“I see someone didn’t take note of the Christmas jumper or costume rule.” I cocked a brow as I opened the cash register and began to mull around the quiet shop preparing for the late Christmas shoppers.
Fred rounded the counter and leant against it. “I have a rule for Christmas jumpers.” He hummed in response.
“And what would that be?” I asked as I made a list of all the things I had to do today.
“I only wear one Christmas jumper, for one day every year.” He explained. “The jumper my mum made for me, on the day we go to hers for Christmas dinner.”
I smiled. “Well…I think I’ll let you off then.”
“Thanks boss.” He winked back. “Would you be a dear and make me a coffee?”
I rolled my eyes and reluctantly agreed, trudging to the staff room. When I returned, I gave Fred his coffee and went back to my list. Scribbed at the bottom, in Fred’s hand writing, was:
14. Meet Fred in office at the end of the day x
I frowned and looked up at him, but he was busy opening the door and ushering in the small crowd that had gathered outside. The shop was immensely busy all day and I barely had time to ask Fred what the meeting was about. Once the shop was closed, shelves restocked and cash register put away, I tiredly shut off the lights and made my way to his office.
I knocked twice. “Come in!”
I yawned as I walked inside, Fred hunched over a piece of parchment writing away. I took a seat on one of the chairs in front of him and crossed my legs, playing with some bells hanging from the collar of my costume.
“Am I in trouble?” I warily asked.
“Masses of amounts.” He said back, but I saw the smirk he was trying to hide as he turned the page over and kept writing.
“Because of what?” I entertained our conversation.
“That dress of yours.” He said as he dipped his pen into a near by inkwell.
I stroked over the material. “My dress? Why?”
“You have no idea how distracting it’s been watching you bend over dressed as Mrs. Claus.” His eyes flicked up to see my reaction.
I shifted in my seat. “What?”
“Do you have any idea how…” he thought for a moment. “Innocent you look?”
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as he peered on. “What would you have me wear?” I asked teasingly.
He closed his eyes momentarily and took a small breath. “Nothing.”
“Wouldn’t that be more distracting?” I asked quietly.
“Believe me,” he leant back in his chair. “I’d be very focused.” 
“On what?” I slowly stood and rounded the desk to stand before him.
He peered up at me and spread his legs, hand grasping mine and tugging me between them. “Seeing how loud I can make you scream my name.”
I gasped as his hand went up the skirt of my dress and brushed over my underwear. “Freddie…” I softly whined as I placed my hand on his shoulder to steady myself.
“Please let me.” He begged. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of this.”
I small smile spread on my lips as I nodded. “Yes.” I breathed as he pushed my underwear to the side and softly dipped his fingers into the wet patch that had formed.
“Well Mrs. Claus, who made you this wet?” He teased as the tips of his fingers circled my bundle of nerves.
“You Freddie.” I whined back, hands moving to his hair and tugging.
He stood to his full height, looming over me and peering down. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as the candy you make.” He cocked a suggestive brow.
I giggled as I was hoisted up and planted on the desk, Fred quickly spreading my thighs and standing between them. Taking my face in his hands, he sponged a long kiss to my lips which caused a small moan to escape my lips.
“Please.” I breathed as he pulled away.
He grabbed the chair from behind him and comfortably sat, peering up at me. “Your husband is only away one night a year, I need to savour what I can get.” He joked which caused another giggle to escape me.
I eased back onto the desk as he moved my legs further apart and peered at me. I bucked my hips, prompting him to move my underwear to the side and stare again. Freds breathing grew heavier as he took his time to explore my nerves with his fingers, brushing over my bud before easing the tips into my entrance.
“Freddie.” I pathetically whined again.
He let out a small, dark chuckle before moving ever closer. “Just matching it with how I thought you’d look.” He explained.
“Do I exceed expectations?” I asked.
“Oh darling, I never knew heaven was between your thighs.” Before I could utter a response he licked a bold stripe up me, causing my mouth to fall open and a pornographic moan to tumble out.
His expertly tongue circled my bundle of nerves before sucking gently on them, humming against me. Quickly, he dipped his tongue into my entrance before easing one finger in. His tongue went back to giving my nerves attention as he flexed his finger, curling before pulling out again. I bucked my hips desperately and fisted my red costume, whimpering and moaning his name repeatedly.
He pulled away as stood, smiling down at me with glistening lips. “And?” I panted, hauling myself to sit up.
“Mrs. Claus, Santa is a lucky man if he gets to taste you every night.” I couldn’t help the smile that broke on my lips.
“Who knew you had a Mrs. Claus kink?” I joked back.
“Only when it comes to you.” He winked. “Now come here, I’m not done with you yet.”
First anniversaries of this sort were always hard. Everyone seemed to want to do it their own way. Ginny with Harry, Ron with Hermione, Molly and Arthur mourning together and George and I, in my little flat in London by the fire.
We hadn’t spoken much all day, the odd cupper?here and there. Meals were eaten in silence, and we’d only broken down once or twice. The sobbing was the silent kind that truly broke your heart.
With the sun dipping below the horizon a soft orange glow lit the flat as the fire popped and crackled in the otherwise silent room. We sat close to the flames, this May a particularly cold one. I thought perhaps it was the world acknowledging that it had in fact lost its warmth when Fred departed.
“Do you regret anything?” George quietly mumbled. “I do.”
“What’s your regret?” I swirled the cold tea in the mug.
“Normal stuff, not telling him how much he meant to me, how much I’d miss him.” George listed off. “What’s yours?”
I pondered over the words never spoken that haunted me. “Before the battle, he stopped me in the hallway and tried to tell me something. I was so caught up in barricading that I told him to tell me after…I’ve always wondered what it was he so desperately wanted to tell me.”
A sad expression came over George’s face. “I know what it was.” He whispered.
“Go on.” I pushed gently.
“He was going to ask you to marry him.” George regretfully informed me.
My heart tugged a little, and I wondered if I would have payed closer attention to him during the battle having been engaged, whether I would have stopped the wall from falling and if we’d be celebrating today as a day of victory over loss.
“What would you have said?” George asked.
“I think I would have said yes.” I curled my knees to my chest and rest my cheek against them.
“If you knew how it was going to end, would you have done it anyway?”
My brows furrowed as I thought for a moment. The happy memories we made; the jokes, pranks, days twisted in bedsheets, sweltering summers lounged in bathing suits and freezing winters bundled up. The way he made me laugh, the way I made him think, the books he’d read to me on weekends and the meals I’d cook for him during the week. Buying our first house, decorating, planning, waiting for the future to bless us. The immense hope we were given.
Then I remembered where I was now. The quiet flat, the empty bed, the books carelessly thrown away in hopes of abandoning his memory. The house that was sold half done, the pictures and trinkets hidden away in boxes. The ache in my chest that never left, the hole inside me getting larger and larger, day by day. How I didn’t feel the numbness books told me, how I felt everything. Happiness I knew him, sadness I’d lost him, anger at whoever did the deed and most of all loneliness that I feared would follow me forever.
“When did you realise you didn’t love me anymore?” Fred asked from across the kitchen table.
I shrugged back lightly. “I don’t think it happened in one moment, I think I slowly fell out of love.” He nodded. “What about you?”
“Remember when you got held up in the Ministry and couldn’t call to say you were running late?” I nodded. “I didn’t worry about where you were.”
I pursed my lips. “Do you still like me?”
He smiled a little. “Of course I do, I’ve known you since I was twelve.”
I smiled back. “I still like you too.”
Fred paused for a moment, hesitating to ask the next question. “Do you think we could ever love each again?”
“Maybe, one day.” I sighed. “I loved you before, I’m sure if I tried I could again. But…I don’t want to try, and I think that says a lot.”
“I agree.” He said. “This doesn’t hurt, I feel like it’s supposed to hurt.”
“I know what you mean…in a way it feels nice, to finally say what I’ve been thinking for the past few months.” I explained.
“I didn’t mean to.” He said. “I didn’t wantto.”
“I didn’t either…” I sighed. “I thought maybe it was a phase I was going through, that I’d wake up one day and all the love I had for you would come back.”
“No Fred, you’ve started going side to side again.” I sighed as I grabbed his paintbrush from him. “Look.”
I stroked up and down the wall, looking back for a second to make sure he was looking. Fred rolled his eyes playfully and snatched the brush from me, copying my actions.
“I really don’t think it matters.” He grumbled as he dipped his brush into his small tray.
“It does because we don’t want it to streak.” I explained as I stepped beside him with the roller. “Maybe giving you a brush wasn’t the best idea.”
“I’m not twelve, I can paint a bloody wall.” He joked, nudging me a little. “You’re just OCD.”
“This is our first house Freddie, I want it to look perfect.” I smiled happily.
His hand grasped my chin and turned my face towards his. “It won’t be perfect, but it’ll be ours.” He muttered before pressing his lips to mine.
All the children had left for the holidays and Hogwarts was left barren. I’d avoided coming here since the battle, that day the world won, but I lost. I knew he still roamed these halls, of course I’d heard of the famed red headed hero who welcomed first years into the very halls he walked years before.
I don’t know if I hoped to see him, or whether I hoped I didn’t. I found my answer when I rounded the corner and saw him there, frame looming, hands shoved deep into his pockets and the same lopsided smile I’d fallen for years ago.
“Hello angel.” He murmured.
“Hello Freddo.” I mumbled back, stopping a few feet away from him.
His gaze travelled down my frame before settling on my face. “You haven’t changed.” He noted.
“Neither have you.” I replied sadly.
“Still handsome?” He joked.
“Very pretty.” He chuckled a little at my remark. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, angel.” He stepped closer. My hand reached up to graze against his cheek, but as thought the universe was playing a cruel joke on me, my hand fell through as though nothing was there. “You can’t feel me.”
“I always feel you.” I said honestly back.
“Tell me you moved on.” He begged. “Tell me you fell in love again.”
Tears pricked me eyes. “How could I?”
He took in a deep breath. “You need to. You need to marry and have children, grow old with someone.”
“I don’t want to, not without you.” I softly cried back. “I was meant to do all of that with you.”
His lip quivered a little. “I’m so sorry.” He choked. “I never wanted to condem you to this life.”
I sniffed. “It’s okay.”
“I’m holding you back.” He said.
“I don’t mind, not at all.” I smiled. “Because that’s just it…it’s you.”
“It kills me all over again knowing that your just surviving,” he said. “You aren’t livingY/N.”
I shook my head. “There’s no life to live without you.” I said. “The only reason I’m not with you now is because I don’t think George could take another loss.”
“Don’t say those things.” Fred begged me.
“It’s true.” I said. “I think about it day and night, doing that unspeakable thing just to be with you again.”
He shook his head. “Don’t you dare.”
I chuckled softly and sniffed, nodding my head. “I’ll just have to go the long way ‘round.” I smiled.
He peered down at me, a smile tugging on his lips. “I’ll be here waiting.”
I sat looking down at the Wanted picture of Harry, tracing my fingers over the rim of his glasses. They’d been away for months now, the ground beginning to freeze over as winter settled in. Ginny was back for the holidays and worried as ever. The attacks were getting worse and day by day it was getting harder to crack the codes I’d been given.
“Come to bed, angel.” I jumped and looked up to see Fred tiredly rubbing his eyes.
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down at my papers. “I can’t, this cipher is playing on my mind.” I mumbled back, referring back to the letters I knew they used regularly.
Fred sighed and took a seat opposite me at the dinner table. “You won’t crack anything on no sleep.” He reasoned back.
“But how can I sleep when this is keeping me awake?” I snapped back. His gaze shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry…sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He whispered back. “Any luck?”
I shook my head. “They’ve changed their alphabet again, Remus is trying to gather information for me. Significant symbols, dates, meanings…nothing so far.”
Fred nodded. “You’ll figure it out.”
“I’ve got to, or a whole lot of people are going to die.” I sighed.
A frown formed on his face. “Don’t put that pressure on yourself.” He offered advice.
“How can I not?” I looked up at him. “I’m the one who gives the information on what to do next, where to go, where to stay…”
“It’s not just you.” He said.
“I know, but I feel like it is.” I said in a dejected sort of way. “Every wizard that’s killed, everyone who’s captured…George having one ear. I feel as though it’s all my fault.”
“Nobody blames you.” Fred whispered.
We sat in silence for a minute. “I wonder what Harry, Hermione and Ron are doing.”
Fred leant back in his chair. “I don’t like to think about it too much.”
“Why?” I frowned.
Fred offered a shrug. “Makes me sad.” He shortly explained.
“I think about it a lot.” I said. “I think about where they are, if they know more than us…if they feel safe.”
Fred pursed his lips and crossed his broad arms over his chest. “Come to bed.”
I slowly nodded and began packing away my papers as Fred intently watched me. “I’ll come back to this tomorrow.” I absentmindedly whispered.
“All I want for Christmas, is youuuuu!” I pranced on the spot, trying my hardest not to spill the bowl of gingerbread dough over the counter. “Oooooohh baby!”
“Beautiful singing.”
I screamed and dropped the bowl, the porcelain smashing over the floor and gingerbread going everywhere. Fred and I both stood, wide eyed, staring at the mess on the floor.
“I really wanted that.” I mumbled.
Fred was the first to break and doppled over laughing. He shakily grasped the edge of the counter as a smile broke on my face and began to laugh along with him.
“What are you two laughing at?” Molly smiled brightly as she came into the kitchen. “My bowl!” She suddenly screeched.
Fred and I both pointed at each other. “It was her!”
“It was him!” I snapped back.
Molly rolled her eyes. “I don’t care who it was, clean it up.”
Fred shot me a wink as we both sang along to the Christmas songs on the radio, cleaning up our mess.
Fred shuffled awkwardly on his feet, hands shoved deep into his pockets as a guilty expression overtook his face.
“I didn’t mean to.” He excused.
“How can you accidentally fuck someone else?” I asked.
We were in the Burrow for the weekend, Molly suggesting we escape the city for a small break. I think she could tell our relationship was going through a rough patch. With me constantly working in Scotland, and Fred tied up in London, we’d barely seen each other the past couple months.
He didn’t respond, opening and closing his mouth a number of times before sighing deeply. “I was lonely, you were away for months on end-“
“So this is my fault?” I gaped.
“No! No, I didn’t mean…I just…” he stumbled over his words as he began to pace the small room of the living room.
“So…tell me about it then.” I demanded as I took a seat in the armchair.
“You want to know?” He asked. I nodded. “It was a girl we hired last month in the store, her name’s Lucy. I stayed late one night, I never like going home when you aren’t there…she came in to book holiday off, one thing led to another and…”
I crossed my arms. “How can booking holiday…lead to sex?”
“We didn’t actually have sex, if that makes things better.” His eyes widened with his words: he’d said the wrong thing.
“Better? Better!” I yelled. “Oh this makes everything better! At least you didn’t fuck another women, not properly anyway!”
“Would you be quiet?” He hissed.
“Am I embarrassing you?” I laughed. “Do you find this awkward?”
“No, I just don’t want to wake up mum.” He said.
“No, you don’t want her to know what a dickhead her son is.” I snapped.
He stared down at me for a second, as though his mind was coming up with an insult, until he realised he was in the wrong.
I stood, arms still folded, and walked to the fire. “What did you do then?” I asked as I looked into the flames.
“I don’t think-“
“I have a right to know which parts of your body she’s tainted.” I snapped, looking at him directly.
He sighed again. “She…sucked me off, and I…touched her.”
“Touched her where?”
“Everywhere.”
I blinked back tears and bit down on my lip, slowly nodding. “Did you like it?”
“No.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t lie, of course you did.”
“Not as much as with you.” He whispered.
“Thanks, real compliment there.” I sarcastically said.
“Y/N…” he hummed out. We stood for a moment, him looking at me, and me looking into the fire. I didn’t want him to see the tears that were quickly gathering in the corners of my eyes. “What happens now?”
“We break up, obviously.” I cooly said.
“I don’t want to though.” He said timidly.
“I don’t really care what you want.” I mumbled back, running my hands through my hair.
“Do you really want to break up?” He asked, warily approaching me.
“Yes…no…I don’t know.” I sighed. “All I know is I don’t want to see you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know Fred, all I know is the man I thought loved me fucked - fingered - another women.” I corrected myself.
He grimaced at my words. “Don’t use that word.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Why can’t we use another word for it? Like…handled.” He suggested.
I finally looked at him. “Handled? You handledher?”
“Better than fingered.” He shrugged.
“But you didn’t handle her, Fred, you put your hands everywhere.” I sadly quoted him.
He seemed taken aback by my face. The tears had slipped and fell down my cheeks, my nose red, lip quivering as I said the words. He wasn’t used to seeing me so sad, usually I was a master at masking my sadness.
“I’m sorry.” It was the first time he’d apologised. “I’m so sorry.”
“Was it me? Were you unhappy with me?” I quietly asked.
“No,” he said. “I think that’s why I did it: because I wanted you but couldn’t have you.”
I nodded understandingly. “You shouldn’t have done it.”
“I know.”
“I could’ve fucked loads of other men.” I said. “I had a guy last week at a bar asking me back to his place. I nearly went…but I didn’t, because I just pictured you and my heart stopped me.”
“You’ve always been better than me.” He admitted.
“That’s true.” I agreed.
We stayed silent for a while longer. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”
I raised my thumb to my mouth and began biting the nail. “Does she look like me?”
“No…not really, she’s blonde…”
“Oh for fucks sake, she’s blonde.” I groaned. “Of course she’s blonde.”
“What’s wrong with that?” He asked confused.
“It just makes everything worse, doesn’t it?” I snapped, chewing my nail again.
“What are we going to do about this weekend? Should we leave?” He asked.
“I don’t know Fred,” I sighed, placing my head in my hands. “I think I’m going to go back to London and pack a few things, then I’ll go to mum for a few weeks and think.”
Fred nodded and agreed, watching as I stood and slipped on my boots and coats. The bags from our arrival earlier were still by the front door, as if I knew I wouldn’t be here long. I stood, clutching my small travel bag in hand.
As I was about to walk out Fred’s voice spoke up. “You’ll come back, right? Even if it’s to tell me you hate me…you’ll come back?”
“Yeah…” his sad eyes looked at me. “I love you.”
His eyes glimmered with hope. “I love you, dearly.”
“There’s a fight!” Everyone’s head snapped to the entrance to the Common Room where Seamus was panting heavily. “Well come on then!”
Everyone scrambled out of their seats, running after Seamus who was leading the way. The fight was taking place on the small square of green in the middle of the Castle, and Hermione quickly joined me with the crowd.
“Who do you think it is?” She asked.
“Not a clue.” I said back.
There was a growing circle in the middle of the green, people cheering and whooping at whoever was fighting. Muscling my way through the crowd, I groaned at who I saw.
Fred was tumbling on the ground with Draco, both taking hits from one another. Fred however, being bigger and stronger, managed to pin Draco down and land a harsh punch to his cheek. The crowd winced at the hard blow and I took the opportunity to stop it.
“Fred!” I yelled, grabbing his raised arm. “Fred, stop it!”
He shrugged me off and went to punch again. I looked up to see George laughing with his group of friends.
“George!” I said angrily. “Help!”
“Right, sorry.” He quickly rushed to Fred and wrapped both arms around his waist, hauling him off of Draco, who rolled onto his side and began crying. “Come on Buddy, that’s enough.” George said.
Fred quickly shoved George off of him and cast an angry glare to the crowd, who had suddenly quietened with the end of the fight. He adjusted his jumper and looked at me, before rolling his eyes and barging through the people.
“Fred!” I called after him, people moving out of the way.
His legs were far longer than mine and took much bigger strides, which made catching him a nightmare. The halls were busy with students hurrying to their next class, and it took me a few minutes to finally grab ahold of his wrist.
Fred was breathing heavily, his whole body tense from the fight. He peered down at me with a stony stare but allowed me to lead him to an empty classroom near by. I shut the door behind us and turned to the pacing man in front of me.
“Ihate him.” He seethed. “He walks around this place like he owns it.”
“Fred-“
“And he had the balls to call my mother fat, like that’s a bad thing!” Fred exclaimed. “She’s not anyway, but it wouldn’t matter if she was!”
“Freddie-“
“And I know what you’re going to say.” He grumbled. “You’re going to tell me that it was poor of me to punch him, and you’ll get me to apologise and I will because you’re always right and I’m wrong.”
I chuckled and slowly approached him. “That’s not what I’m going to say.”
He deeply frowned down at me. “What?”
“Granted, I don’t want you to do that ever again.” I lightly scolded. “But Draco needed to be taken down a few pegs, and I think you did that.”
“So you’re not going to tell me off?” He warily asked.
I giggled again. “Not this time.” I smiled. “But…please learn to control your temper, I know you can lose yourself in your anger sometimes.”
His eyes softened. “I know.” He lowly admitted.
My hand took his and looked down at his bruised and cut knuckles. “You’re going to have to get these seen to.” I advised as I pressed a kiss to his damaged skin.
“You’re far too good for me.” He whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Fred frowned deeply, obviously surprised by my response. I kept a straight face as we stared at each other, in a sense, puffing our chests out for the inevitable fight that was to come.
Fred gazed at me with a confused expression. “What?”
“You don’t love me.” I said back confidently.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked.
I gathered his hands in mine and squeezed tightly. “Because it’s me, Freddie.” I sadly smiled.
His hands quickly ripped from my grip. “I don’t find it very fair that you get to decide my feelings.” He snapped.
“That’s not what I’m doing.” I quickly defended. “I’m just showing you the truth.”
“I love you.” He said again.
I scrunched my nose. “Don’t say that.”
“I love you, I couldn’t possibly love anyone else.” He quickly said as I stood and ran my hands through my hair.
“Stop it.” I snapped.
“You made it so easy.” He continued, rounding to stand in front of me. “You made it so easy to fall for you. The way you do your hair, to the things that tumble out your mouth before your teeth can stop them. You’re the easiest person to love.”
“No I’m not.” I grumbled.
He rolled his eyes. “Now’s the part where you tell me how unlovable you are, and you’ll list all your flaws and I’ll say I love them anyway. And then you’ll probably go on to say something ridiculous, like you don’t believe in love at all.” He predicted.
I looked at him for a while, mulling over his words. “I do believe in love,” I said. “I just don’t believe anyone could love meromantically.”
His brows furrowed.
“It’s not that I’m unloved or unlovable. There are plenty of people out there who would say they love me, and I’d believe them. But none of them are in love with me.
Because there’s a vast difference between the two. To love someone is to simply be fond of them, to enjoy their company and excuse their ways. But to be in love with someone: that’s to take them into yourself. To incorporate their ways, their mannerisms, into the very fabric of your soul.
I don’t believe anyone would love me enough to do that. I don’t know why I think that, but I do. I don’t believe you’re in love with me, I think your just very fond of me and enjoy my company.”
His lips pursed. “I think that’s very childish.”
“Excuse me?” I gaped.
“You’re like a wounded animal. You’re hurting, and you desperately need someone to help you but you’re too proud and childish to ask for it. So here I am, offering you help, and you’re snarling your teeth to get me to back away.
But I won’t do it. Don’t you think it’s time you finally let someone help you? Because Merlin, you aren’t doing yourself any favours by putting your pride above your happiness.”
“Stop it, I’m holding a knife.” I warned as Fred poked my side.
“You’ve been cooking for hours,” he pouted. “Pay attention to me.”
I giggled. “I’m sorry that your family eats enough to feed an army, and Sunday dinner is at our house this week.”
Fred came behind me and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. “They’re not gonna be here for another ten minutes…do you know what we could do in ten minutes?”
“We could finish cooking in ten minutes.” I mused back.
I jumped as his lips planted soft kisses along my shoulder and neck. “Or I could make you feel-“
“Fuck!” I cried as the knife sunk into my middle finger. “Ow!”
“Merlin!” Fred exclaimed, grabbing the knife from my hand and placing it on the side. “You silly goose!”
Tears sprung in my eyes. “Freddie, it hurts!” I cried as I peered down at the blood.
“Come here.” He ushered me over to the sink and began running water. “Put it under.”
His large hand guided mine under the water, my crying seemed to intensify as the cold water stung my cut.
“It hurts.” I said again, pulling my hand away.
Fred quickly ushered me back under the water. “I’ve got to clean it first.”
“Hello-oh, what’s wrong?” George and Angelina walked into the kitchen, a bottle of wine in his hand.
“I’m gonna have to cut off my hand!” I wailed.
Fred laughed loudly. “Stop being so bloody dramatic.”
“It’s not funny Fred, it really hurts!” I cried.
“You’ve mentioned.”
“Should we…” Angelina trailed off.
“Nope, she’s a big girl.” Fred turned the tap off and wrapped a tea towel around the abused finger.
“This is all your fault.” I whimpered.
Fred chuckled as he retrieved the first aid box. “Is not.”
“It is!” I cried again. “I told you to stop distracting me while I was cooking and you didn’t listen.”
He bit his lip to suppress another laugh. “I’m very sorry, come here.”
George and Angelina seemed to chuckle at my distressed state and Fred wrapped a thick bandage around my finger.
“Is it bad? Do I need to go to the hospital? Will I ever be able to use my hand again?” My watery eyes made contact with Fred’s as he smiled down at me.
“Y/N…” he sternly said. “I’m going to have to cut off the arm.”
I snorted. “Shut up.”
He winked as Arthur and Molly came into view. “Oh dear, what happened?” Molly frowned.
“Y/N severed an artery.” Fred joked.
“Fred stabbed me with a knife.” I snapped back.
Molly rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the other couple in the room. “Lemme kiss it better.”
Fred sponged a kiss to the bandage and peered at me through his lashes. “Thank you.” I whispered.
summary: after a weekend away from your shared apartment, you’re welcomed home with a few…surprises.
requested: yes! as part of my inspiration party
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mention of nudity, make out scene, fluff
a/n: i really hope this is okay! it’s definitely been awhile since I’ve written anything, and i wrote this (i think) in one day so there’s very little revisions/editing to it. i think it’s kinda cute, so hopefully you do too!
You can’t help but groan as you notice the state of disaster that the living room is in. You were gone for one weekend - three days - traveling with some friends and this is what you come home to.
You probably shouldn’t have expected anything different given your roommate, but come on.
“I don’t even want to know how you made such a mess, fred weasley.” You mutter to yourself as you leave your things by the door to start clearing the kitchen.
summary: after a weekend away from your shared apartment, you’re welcomed home with a few…surprises.
requested: yes! as part of my inspiration party
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mention of nudity, make out scene, fluff
a/n: i really hope this is okay! it’s definitely been awhile since I’ve written anything, and i wrote this (i think) in one day so there’s very little revisions/editing to it. i think it’s kinda cute, so hopefully you do too!
You can’t help but groan as you notice the state of disaster that the living room is in. You were gone for one weekend - three days - traveling with some friends and this is what you come home to.
You probably shouldn’t have expected anything different given your roommate, but come on.
“I don’t even want to know how you made such a mess, fred weasley.” You mutter to yourself as you leave your things by the door to start clearing the kitchen.
summary: after a weekend away from your shared apartment, you’re welcomed home with a few…surprises.
requested: yes! as part of my inspiration party
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mention of nudity, make out scene, fluff
a/n: i really hope this is okay! it’s definitely been awhile since I’ve written anything, and i wrote this (i think) in one day so there’s very little revisions/editing to it. i think it’s kinda cute, so hopefully you do too!
You can’t help but groan as you notice the state of disaster that the living room is in. You were gone for one weekend - three days - traveling with some friends and this is what you come home to.
You probably shouldn’t have expected anything different given your roommate, but come on.
“I don’t even want to know how you made such a mess, fred weasley.” You mutter to yourself as you leave your things by the door to start clearing the kitchen.
summary: after a weekend away from your shared apartment, you’re welcomed home with a few…surprises.
requested: yes! as part of my inspiration party
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mention of nudity, make out scene, fluff
a/n: i really hope this is okay! it’s definitely been awhile since I’ve written anything, and i wrote this (i think) in one day so there’s very little revisions/editing to it. i think it’s kinda cute, so hopefully you do too!
You can’t help but groan as you notice the state of disaster that the living room is in. You were gone for one weekend - three days - traveling with some friends and this is what you come home to.
You probably shouldn’t have expected anything different given your roommate, but come on.
“I don’t even want to know how you made such a mess, fred weasley.” You mutter to yourself as you leave your things by the door to start clearing the kitchen.
After a few minutes you hear a door open and you can only hope that fred’s coming out to clean things up himself, but you know how wishful that is.
“I hope you had fun doing whatever it was to - oh shit! Fred!”
The last thing you expected to see when looking up from cleaning was fred standing naked in the walkway to your bedrooms, everything of his on display.
“Y/n! Fuck! Uh…shit.” He panics as you keep your eyes shielded from the sight in front of you.
“I-I didn’t expect you back until tonight.”
“So you just walk around naked when I’m not here?!” You question, daring to look at him to find he - thankfully - covered himself with his hands.
“Sometimes! I didn’t hear you come in or else I would’ve…you know.” He trails off, gesturing slightly to his bare stature.
“Got it. Can you please go get clothes on now?” You practically beg, not wanting to stare at him even though you’d love to memorize every line of his body.
“Yeah. I-I’ll be right back.”
~.~
Within five minutes fred is coming back out, clothed in sweatpants and a tee, much to your appreciation.
“I’m sorry about…that. I-I really didn’t expect you to be back yet.” He mumbles, cheeks tinted red as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“It’s fine. I just want to forget about it. Thank you for getting clothes on, though. I appreciate it.”
He nods, a little disappointed in hearing you say you want to forget about it, but he understands. As much as he would love for you to want to see him like that, to like seeing him nude, he understands that it was a completely non-consensual view.
“O-okay. Sorry about the mess, too. I know it’s not what you want to see upon coming home.”
“Not really, but it is what it is. Mess is a part of life.” You slightly retort, not intentionally trying to be snippy, but just feeling extraordinarily awkward with him right now after what just happened.
“Hey, stop.“
“Y/n, stop cleaning. I’m doing the rest of it like I planned on.” Fred practically demands, but you don’t care to listen.
You’ve already started cleaning. It’s pointless to stop when there’ll be two sets of hands working which will get it done quicker.
“Y/n. Stop. Now.” He states, trapping your wrists in his hands before you can grab something else.
“But I’ve already started. If I help it’ll just get done quicker.” You try to argue but you can tell he’s not having any of it.
“I don’t care. You’re not cleaning up my mess. Go unpack and relax for a bit.”
“But-“
“No.”
You huff, jutting out your bottom lip into a pout, but you can’t do anything but listen to him now - as much as it frustrates you.
So with slumped shoulders you make your way back to the door to grab your duffel bag, purse, and book bag before trudging to your room.
~.~
It didn’t take you long to unpack and put away your things, so once you were done you came back out to the living room and made yourself comfortable on the couch where you found yourself watching fred as he cleaned.
It might sound weird, but watching him clean - and just being domestic in general - turned you on a little. He was hot when he cleaned or cooked or did anything really, and you certainly weren’t blind.
I mean you knew he was attractive soon as you became roommates, having lost your breath when you first saw him, but over the few years you’ve been living together you’ve only found him more attractive. Especially when he’s doing little things around the apartment.
“You enjoying yourself there? Staring at me?” Fred asks, drawing you out of your thoughts as he tidied up the coffee and end tables.
“I wasn’t staring at you.” You argue, blushing lightly as you totally were and didn’t realize it.
“Sure, and I didn’t ask you a question five minutes ago that you never even heard.” He retorts, knowing that you’re lying.
“I zoned out, that doesn’t mean I was staring at you.”
“Whatever you say, princess. Does takeaway sound good for dinner?”
“Yeah, actually. It sounds amazing. What’re you thinking?”
“How about your favourite?” He suggests, coming back out to the living room after throwing a few things out in the kitchen trash.
~.~
“This was a great idea.” You nearly moan, savoring every bite of your food.
“Yeah? I’m glad. Didn’t think you’d want to cook after getting home, and I didn’t really feel like cooking.”
“Sounds fair. Either way it’s delicious.” You state, shoving another forkful into your mouth.
You guys finish your food in relative silence since neither of you really know what to say to each other and you don’t want the tv on yet.
Taking your last bite, you finally take notice of fred watching you. You’ve felt his eyes on you for a few minutes now, but you were hoping it was just one of those weird, paranoia-type feelings.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking.” He dismisses, shaking his head as if he were trying to clear his mind like an etch-a-sketch.
“How was your trip? You haven’t said anything about it yet.”
“It was nice. We didn’t do a whole lot, but it was nice to see them.” You reply, mostly honest.
You were with two of your best friends - of course there are stories - but you don’t quite feel comfortable sharing them with fred. He hasn’t seen that side of you, and honestly you’re embarrassed by the simple thought of him knowing that side considering you’re only roommates.
“No wild stories you want to share?” He questions, jokingly exasperated.
“Not many toshare, Freddie. You forget I’m tame compared to you.” You quip, earning one of his pretty smiles in response.
“You say that, but I don’t believe it. I think you’ve got an armory of chaotic energy you keep locked up.”
“And what makes you say that?”
“You’retoo tame. There’s tame, but then there’s the forced tame.” He states, signature grin on his face as you banter back and forth.
“Too tame?” You question, scoffing lightly and shaking your head although there’s a smile present on your lips.
“Mhm. It’s like you have to keep yourself tame - even though you’re not - solely to blend in with everyone else. You’re not naturally tame.”
“Mm. Well I guess that’s a mystery you’ll never solve then.” You tease.
At your words and teasing smirk, Fred can’t help but shake his head and chuckle. He’s always known you’re something different - someone who has so many different sides that it’d be impossible to ever discover them all. It’s one of the many things that drew him into you, though.
“God, you’re something.” He murmurs, still chuckling and smiling at you. He doesn’t expect you to hear him, but you do.
“Something good, I hope?” You easily reply with a smile that sends him to cloud 9.
“Something amazing.”
A moment passes where you let the weight of his reply sink in, and then another where you attempt to process the meaning of the words.
“Freddie…” you murmur, capturing his gaze.
“I know we’ve only ever really been roommates, but fuck do I love you.” He admits, holding your gaze as a thick tension builds between the two of you.
“Love?”
“Mhm. I love you, y/n.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that I really like you too, weasley.” You smirk, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip as you try to suppress a smile.
“That so?” He questions, a slight smirk growing on his face.
“Mhm. Could easily find myself falling in love with you.”
“Then it’d be okay if I did this?” Fred questions as he leans closer to you on the couch, only hesitating when he’s a few centimeters away as if he’s giving you the chance to back away.
When he doesn’t feel you immediately pulling away from him, he leans in the rest of the way until his lips find yours in a rather soft kiss. You honestly can’t help from relaxing into his touch as you register his scent and body heat surrounding you while his lips dance over yours.
Without hesitating a second more, you kiss him back, deepening the kiss as you bring a hand up to the back of his neck, tangling into his hair, as the other grabs onto his shoulder to pull him closer.
Once registering the fact that this is - in fact - okay with you, he can’t stop himself from bringing his other hand to your waist to pull you closer as he deepens the kiss even more to the point that you’re practically fighting each other for air.
“Shit. That…That was-“
“Amazing.” You finish for him as you both try to catch your breath.
“Yeah. Yeah, it was.” He smiles, watching you as you smile back at him.
“Does this mean I can ask you on a date now?”
“I’d be a little upset if you didn’t, Freddie.” You tease, earning a smile and chuckle as he shakes his head, already leaning back in to press another kiss to your lips.
Summary:Fred told you about one thing that he wanted to change about you in the future
Warning: kissing (that’s it ig)
a/n: 0.8 words. Based on this post (my own). This is my very first fic, I don’t even think it makes sense and I’m a bit insecure about it, but I tried guys. Also, English is not my first language so pardon me for some grammatical mistakes. Reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated <3
