Enjoy!! Does include some serious smut at the bottom!!
A smile rested upon your cheeks as you watched from afar. More so watching the one and only Fred Weasley as he was trying some of his new puking pastilles on the 1ST years. Watching as their faces twisted in disgust, and the laughter that flowed from Fred.
You were brought back to reality by a swift hand brushing your shoulder, you softly groaned as you turned away.
“Too busy watching lover boy?” your best friend Meg smirked as she watched the blush wash over your pale face.
You couldn’t find the words to try and excuse yourself from the embarrassment of watching the boy you have had a crush on for what seems like forever.
“You-uh-uh oh shush” you stuttered, only causing a bellowing laugh from your best friend as she took the seat next to you. You just gave her a small smile, clearly still embarrassed that she had caught you looking once again.
“Maybe you could start with hello…. instead of watching him from across the room.” She said softly as she watched you slowly turn your attention back to Fred and the smile that lit up his face.
“Hello? He wouldn’t even know who I was if I tried.” You said the defeat clearly lacing your tone as your smile slowly fell from your face.
Your best friend’s smile fell as she saw the defeat clear upon your features, “How could he not know the smartest witch in his year? If he doesn’t clearly, he’s dumber than I thought” she said bluntly, an echoing laugh coming from you.
“You do know that I can’t even say two words to him, correct? Who would be interested in that?” You murmured, carefully pushing your glasses farther onto your face. Sadness laced your tone. You knew that Fred would never be interesting in you. He wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction. You were like the Hermione Granger of Slytherin. And as your mother would say… “No one likes a know it all.”
Your best friend sighed; she knew where you mind went- “Then maybe he is just dumb” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. A giggle erupted from your throat, catching her off guard.
The both of you fell into a fit of giggles, unable to control the laughter than echoed through the hall. It felt like it was only the two of you, and her comment was the funniest thing in the world.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, as your giggles echoed through the hall you had caught the attention of a certain red head.
He watched on from across the Great Hall- watching as you tried to catch your breath from the laughter that rocked your chest. He could just barely make out the tears running down your face from the utter amusement.
He only wondered what was so funny. He continued to look on from his spot at Gryffindor table. Carefully watching as you wiped the tears falling down your cheeks, some splattering onto your green tie and white shirt.
You sat there, carefully wiping the falling tears from your face. It was the hardest you had laughed in a long time, the utter amusement of your best friend’s tone just sent you into a fit of giggles.
Placing your glasses back onto your face, you turned in the direction of the man you so desperately wanted to be yours.
But you were shocked… He was already looking at you, a soft smile etched on his features.
You looked away quickly, a red, hot blush spreading over your features as you hide your face in your long blonde hair. It was as if breathing became more difficult. You couldn’t believe he was looking at you, let alone the fact that you caught him looking.
Your eyes went wide, and blood ran cold as you realized- He caught you looking too…
Carefully, yet quickly you gathered your things. Praying he wasn’t watching you as you shoved your toast in your mouth- while simultaneously grabbing your bag and wand.
You brushed past your best friend, whispered a quick sorry as you rushed so very quickly out of the Great Hall. Praying that you weren’t being followed by the one person you knew you couldn’t face.
The empty corridors echoed as you rushed through, trying to get away from the interaction with Fred. Hoping that he really wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see how flustered you got by the eye contact.
But you knew deep down, he was looking at you. You also knew, this time he actually saw you, not the small, quiet, wickedly smart Slytherin girl he sits behind in Potions.
Thoughts spun through your head, unaware of the footsteps following you. The echoes becoming even more overwhelming as your heart beat out of your chest.
You were in such a rush to get away, you didn’t even notice that you rushed into the restricted section of the castle. You just continued to try and get as far away from everyone and everything as possible.
You were drawn from your thoughts as you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm, carefully spinning them towards you.
You heart dropped as you spun around coming face to face with a certain freckled face, who was taking in your features slowly.
“Hey” he said, almost in a shy tone.
You opened your mouth, but you knew no words would come out. Taking a deep breath, you uttered the only sentence you could, one you have been trying to say forever.
“Hi Fred” you said, shyness also lacing your tone. It was the one sentence you had been trying to say since you met him 1ST year.
“You know you didn’t have to run out, right?” He said softly, letting go of your arm as he watched a blush coat your features once again.
“I-uh-uh-I I was embarrassed… it obviously wasn’t my best moment.” you said, clearly just defeated that you had been caught, not only looking at him but also running away.
He opened his mouth to softly comfort you, but he was interrupted by a sharp meow.
Both your eyes went wide as you saw Mrs. Norris and her blood red eyes looking narrowly at the two of you. You knew that Filch wasn’t far behind.
Fred gently grabbed your hand, pulling you down the corridor. You short legs barely catching up with his long steps he was taking. You both sighed as he pulled you inside a dark closet.
The meows distanced themselves from the outside of the door, silence began to engulf the both of you. It was then that you realized Fred still had a hold of your hand. You carefully pulled away- trying to hold yourself together.
Swiftly you turned back to the door, pulling on the handle gently as you just tried to escape this situation all together.
But the door didn’t open.
“Fred- the door is locked” you said nervously.
He just sighed, brushing past you and roughly pulled on the handle. But of course, it didn’t open for him either.
“I-uh I think we are stuck” he said, laughing as he sulked back into his corner of the closet. His laughter just continued to bounce off the walls.
“Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now. I just want to get out of here.” you hissed unintentionally as you fumbled around the dark closet.
His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You felt the annoyance in his laughter beginning to push your buttons.
Merlin, you were locked in a closet, and he found it more than amusing.
“Glad to know you find this so funny.” You stated, anger dripping from your words.
Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.
“Maybe it’s locked because we need to talk…” he suggested. You knew he wanted to talk about the fact you were looking at him earlier, but you had no words. Nothing to even try to defend yourself.
“Fred- I don’t want to talk” you said, still trying to jiggle the doorknob. You were praying it would just open so you could escape this dreaded conversation.
You knew the minute you opened your mouth that the words of love were going to desperately escape from your locked vault. You were so desperately in love; you didn’t even know what to say to him.
Carefully turning your head, you caught his darker eyes. You could see the lack of sleep covering his features, his soft stubble that was starting to show on his chin, the freckles that danced along his features.
Before you even knew it, you were moving closer. Your lips barely touching his before you felt the fireworks shoot through you. Your eyes opened, looking deeply into his. He was looking just as deeply back into yours.
You leaned forward again, placing a swift hand on his cheek. The fireworks were shooting through you as you kissed him once more. His hand finding it’s way to your hair and around your waist, pulling your smaller figure into him.
Nibbling carefully on his lip, a small moan escaped from his lips. You couldn’t believe that this was happening right now.
His hands slowly made their way down to your ass, squeezing. It drew a loud moan from your throat as you leaned in closer to him.
You pulled away; your lips hot from the kiss. Carefully you undid the buttons to his white button down, feeling his abs as you slowly undressed him. His shirt fell to the floor, as you made your way to his pants, popping the button carefully.
His eyes watched you intensely as you got on your knees, slowly dragging his pants down his legs as you kept eye contact.
His cock clearly outlined in his boxers as you carefully pulled them down his legs as well. You caught his eyes, almost to get his approval before taking his cock in your mouth.
You swirled your tongue around his thick cock, saliva running down your chin as moans softly fell from his lips. His hands found their way to your hair, roughly pulling causing a moan to come from you as well.
You carefully pulled away from him, locking your lips with him once again. His large hands pulled you close, carefully undoing the buttons on your shirt. Slipping it off your shoulders, your white lacy bra showing on your sun kissed skin.
He carefully kissed down your neck, softly sucking as he made his way to your breasts. He carefully caught your eye, silently asking for your approval. You nodded softly, as he undid your bra- softly kissing your nipples and breasts. The moans silently slipped from your lips as you laced your fingers in his ginger hair.
He continued to give your breasts all the attention as you moaned more, “Freddie… fuck me. I need you”
A wicked smile crossed his features as he carefully lifted your skirt to reveal the lack of underwear you were wearing.
“Oh- naughty. No panties?” He moaned, pressing hot kisses to your neck.
“All for you…” you moaned as you turned your back to him, bending over. His hand brushing against your nub, carefully swirling in circles before you felt his tip graze against you.
His tip was at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you in one quick move, your moans echoing through the closet. Fred continuously pounding deeply into you, as he pulled your hair.
He carefully flipped your around, his lips slamming onto yours. The hot closet and Freddie inside of you sent your body into overdrive. He quickly picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
Your climax was fast approaching, and Fred could feel you beginning to tighten around him. He carefully reached down rubbing your sensitive nub.
“Are you mine? Tell me baby” He groaned out as he continued to slam into you.
“Y-Y-Yo-Yours” you moaned loudly, as your climax overcame you. Fred could feel you pulsating around him which only caused him to lose it. He moaned as he filled you up with his hot seed, causing you to moan at the contact.
Your legs felt like jell-o, as you carefully pulled your shirt back on. Quickly turning to Fred, placing a soft kiss on his lips as you turned, pushing open the door which thank goodness was unlocked now.
Sending a wink in Fred’s direction as he pulled his clothes back on. He sent you a soft smile, knowing good and well he was going to see you later. You carefully turned, heading towards your common room.
And all of a sudden you were wondering where you got the confidence, as you slowly skipped away from Fred. But you knew that the closet, and those moments with him had changed you forever.
“Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now.” you hissed as you fumbled around the dark closet.
His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You inner annoyance reaching a new high when it came to him.
Merlin, we were locked in a closet and he found it more than amusing.
“Glad to know you find this so funny.” You stated, anger dripping from your words.
Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.
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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.
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Feel free to share the playlist!
Here’s the link:
Update: for the past few months a spam account called “RapGame” has been spamming the playlist with an entire album of a amateur band called Morisdown. I’ve tried to report them several times but Spotify doesn’t have a report spam option. I’ve been deleting them everytime but they pop up again after a day or 2. So if you often listen to a playlist and you notice these songs in there, please delete them and report the account. Thanks!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
We’re off to a great start! 27 songs already! But of course we’d all love for you to share even more songs that remind you of Fred and/or George! Any song you like can be added!
I would also love to know the reason why it reminds you of them or what you imagine while listening to the song(s)
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.
I got an ask maybe 4 months ago asking me to write a fic where reader and fred are rivals and then they fuck but life’s a bitch so I’m just getting to it now. Here u go lol. Made some changes so now the reader is a gryffindor chaser tho.
Warnings: smut, sub!fred, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos)
“Weasley, you cunt!”
“Hey!”
“Not you, George. Sorry!” You shouted above the whooshing noises of the brooms around you. Fred zoomed past you.
“Not my fault you were in the way of a bludger!”
“It literally is your fault! Your job as a beater is to keep us safe, dipshit!”
“Oi! You two. Get your shit together before we lose!” Angelina shouted as she flew past.
You set one more glare Fred’s way before flying off. Between bickering, dodging, and passing, Ravenclaw was catching up and close to winning as both seekers raced around the pitch in search for the Golden snitch.
As Potter seemed to spot the small golden ball, he flew past the two of you, and within a few minutes, the game was over.
Angelina pulled you aside after your team had celebrated, shoving a finger in your face.
“You and Fred need to get it together. If you kept arguing you could have distracted the other players and cost us our win.”
You rolled your eyes and batted her hand away.
“He’s the one whos always being difficult, not me!”
Angelina scoffed, “You’re both arseholes to each other. Get over yourselves. Either learn to cooperate or I’ll be looking for a replacement chaser and beater.” She turned away and walked off, you trailing frantically behind her.
“Ange!”
“Look,” she turned back, “I love you both, but quidditch is important to me, and it could help me get an internship with the Montrose Magpies, I need to secure a win, or at least a well run team.”
You paused for a second, then nodded.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll talk to him later today after our celebration in the common room.”
Angelina seemed to relax at that, clapping you on the shoulder than walking off to join the rest of the team.
You sighed, and made your way to Gryffindor common room.
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Gryffindor’s common room raged about with laughter, as food and shots of firewhiskey were shared (no one asked where that came from).
You took a deep breath, and walked quickly over to where Fred was standing.
“Hey.”
He glanced over at you in distrust. “Hello?”
“How are you?”
“Fine, why?”
“No reason.”
“Great.”
“What’s great?”
“You can leave me alone now is what’s great.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Look, Weasley, I was trying to be nice. Work things out so we could both stay on the team together.”
“We wouldn’t have anything to work out if you would get your head out of your arse for five minutes during our matches.”
“Me? You’re the one who keeps aiming bludgers at my head, you know you’re supposed to aim them away, right? Or at least towards the other team, not someone on your own.”
“They wouldn’t nearly hit you if you weren’t in the way!”
You barked out a laugh, “That’s bullshit, I am perfectly fine with my job, or I would be if you weren’t out to get me all the damn time!”
By this point, you were both attracting some attention, and Angelina dragged you away while Katie did the same with Fred.
“Both of you, knock it off.”
You whipped your head around to look at her, “But I tried to make amends like you said, I even-”
“Leave it alone, plus, there’s an issue in the main hallway we need you to come look at.”
“Why do you need me?”
Angelina just dragged you further along.
“Ange, what kind of damn issue is so important that, aaGH-” You exclaimed as you were shoved into a closet, and a very tall figure.
“Who the fuck- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ANGE!” You saw Fred’s equally pissed off face in the dim light hanging from the top of the closet.
“You two work your shit out, we aren’t letting you out until you do.”
Fred yelled out in frustration, banging on the door.
“KATIE, ANGIE, LET US OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
There was only light giggling in response, and you knew there was no way you were leaving that broom closet any time soon.
You spent the next ten minutes pacing the room, trying to find a way out of the closet.
“Can you stop pacing for five seconds? It’s driving me insane.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t gotten us locked up in here in the first place!”
“How did I get us here? Last I checked we both hated each other, so they wanted us both in here!”
“I was tryingto be nice to you back there! To make amends!”
Fred threw his hands in the air.
“Well look where that got the both of us.”
You stood face to face with him, eyes locking.
“Why do you hate me so much?” You asked him.
“Why do youhatemeso much?”
You scoffed, “You can’t just answer a question with the exact same question.”
“Like hell I can. And you never answered!”
“Because I asked you first! I mean I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to just not be a dick.” You turned your back and resumed your pacing.
“Y/N, it’s not that, it’s just-”
“Just what, because I am sick and tired of you acting as if I am the worst thing to ever happen to you, why do you hate me so goddamn much, I mean-”
“I DON’T HATE YOU DAMMIT! I LOVE YOU!”
You paused for a second, and turned back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve been attracted to you since second year!”
You took a second to process this information.
“So why are you such an arsehole then? For the past 5 years you have been!”
You rolled you eyes.
“Nope. Absolutely not. Liking me was not an excuse to be a dick. And don’t try some ‘I didn’t know how to express my feelings’ bullshit!”
Fred looked at you shocked.
“But… I told you that I liked you. And now I’m getting the feeling you might like me.”
“Thats… besides the point, and even if I did, that still doesn’t excuse you from being a dick, I only responded to you in the same way you always treated me!”
“Right, and I’m sorry for that, Y/N. Please allow me to make it up to you.”
Fred held you face in his hands, and you fought an instinct to jerk away.
“How the hell do you plan on making up for five years of assholery?”
Suddenly you were shoved back into the wall. Fred dropped to his knees, unbuckling your jeans.
“Please, let me make it up to you.”
He dragged your jeans down.
“Fred, what are you doing!?”
“Say the word, and I’ll stop. Please, let me make it up to you.”
Fred looked up at you with wide eyes, and you paused for a moment before nodding. He resumed, pulling you underwear past your legs, and lifted up one of your legs before diving into you.
“Fred, I- fuck!”
He dragged his tongue along your folds and nosed at your clit.
“Want you. Want your cunt, your lips, your body, please.”
You carded your fingers through his hair, dragging him closer to you.
“Fuck, want you too.”
Fred continued until you pulled him back up by his hair to meet you. You hastily unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers to take out his cock. Spitting in your hand, you ran your hand up and down his dick, causing him to let out a series of curses and moans.
He lifted you up by your thighs, and you placed his cock at your entrance, and Fred let out a whine as he pushed in.
“Fuck, love, you feel good.” He readjusted you in his arms and began fucking up into you, his thrusts making him hit that spot inside you.
“Fuck, Fred!”
The two of you continued for what seemed like forever until Fred hooked an arm under your leg and his hand wrapped around you so he could play with your clit.
“Fred, I’m gonna come.”
“I am too, love.” You felt your orgasm arrive and as you did you clenched down on his cock, causing him to release inside of you.
A few moments passed before he set you down, both of you breathing heavily.
“Your partially forgiven.”
“Partially? I just fucked your brains out, how am I partially forgiven?”
You let out a giggle.
“You take me out on a date, and I’ll consider you forgiven.”
Fred brought you into his arms, and laid a kiss on the top of your head.
“Deal.”
A moment passed, and after you both were dressed and had collected yourselves, you banged on the door to be let out.
“Angie? Kate, we’ve resolved our issues, you can let us out now!”
They opened the door, and as you both left you could hear them snickering.
Angelina shouted out from behind you, “Yeah, we heard you both resolving your issues from the other side of the door.”
Fred threw his head back half in laughter and half in exasperation while you stood there, red faced with your head in your hands.
“Next time, maybe resolve your issues in a bedroom?” Katie practically howled out.
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.
