Fred Weasley - Maybe

“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.”

He nodded slowly. “Maybe it will again.”

“Maybe.”

Fred Weasley - Drabble

“No no, go up and down.”

“I am!”

“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.

Fred Weasley - Waiting

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.”

Fred Weasley - Cost

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.

“Everything will be fine, you know.” Fred said.

“But at what cost?”

Fred Weasley - Drabble

“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 Weasley - Everywhere

“I cheated on you.”

“What?”

“I cheated o-“

“No, I mean what?”

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.”

Fred Weasley - Nonsense

“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.

I shook my head. “Nonsense.”

Fred Weasley - Drabble

“I love you.”

“No you don’t.”

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.”

Fred Weasley - Drabble

“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.

“You’re welcome.”