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.”
summary: after an explosive prank, fred lands himself in detention, being forced to care for a mountain of plants. luckily, y/n is there to guide him the way, teaching him about the wonders of herbology and about himself, too.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: pining but that’s about it!
a/n: the second installment of the golden collection is finally here!! this was lots and lots of fun to write! researching herbology and plants was hella fun. also spoiler but i think it’s ironic that the game that fred is going to play in is actually a bad one and doesn’t seem lucky at all lmfao.
“I will not hear another peep out of you, Mr. Weasley,” she snapped, her voice muffled by the greenhouse walls that separated you.
Professor Sprout barreled through the door; Fred in tow, who was rolling his eyes rather dramatically. You peered at him through the leaves of the lavish wolfsbane that you were watering before casually approaching the pair.
You smiled warmly at each of them, knowing all too well what this particular guest entailed. Sprout looked back at you with contrition, announcing, “Mr. Weasley, this is Ms. Y/L/N — she’ll be showing you how to tend to the greenhouse on this lovely Saturday morning.”
However, the morning was anything but lovely. Dreary clouds covered the sky, and brittle leaves danced in the crisp wind. Conversely, a sticky humidity hung inside of the greenhouse, making it especially pleasant to let the cool air creep in for just a moment.
Fred flashed you a lopsided grin as he snuck out of Sprout’s grasp. She leaned towards you and whispered, “good luck,” before scurrying out of the greenhouse.
summary: after an explosive prank, fred lands himself in detention, being forced to care for a mountain of plants. luckily, y/n is there to guide him the way, teaching him about the wonders of herbology and about himself, too.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: pining but that’s about it!
a/n: the second installment of the golden collection is finally here!! this was lots and lots of fun to write! researching herbology and plants was hella fun. also spoiler but i think it’s ironic that the game that fred is going to play in is actually a bad one and doesn’t seem lucky at all lmfao.
“I will not hear another peep out of you, Mr. Weasley,” she snapped, her voice muffled by the greenhouse walls that separated you.
Professor Sprout barreled through the door; Fred in tow, who was rolling his eyes rather dramatically. You peered at him through the leaves of the lavish wolfsbane that you were watering before casually approaching the pair.
You smiled warmly at each of them, knowing all too well what this particular guest entailed. Sprout looked back at you with contrition, announcing, “Mr. Weasley, this is Ms. Y/L/N — she’ll be showing you how to tend to the greenhouse on this lovely Saturday morning.”
However, the morning was anything but lovely. Dreary clouds covered the sky, and brittle leaves danced in the crisp wind. Conversely, a sticky humidity hung inside of the greenhouse, making it especially pleasant to let the cool air creep in for just a moment.
Fred flashed you a lopsided grin as he snuck out of Sprout’s grasp. She leaned towards you and whispered, “good luck,” before scurrying out of the greenhouse.
summary: after an explosive prank, fred lands himself in detention, being forced to care for a mountain of plants. luckily, y/n is there to guide him the way, teaching him about the wonders of herbology and about himself, too.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: pining but that’s about it!
a/n: the second installment of the golden collection is finally here!! this was lots and lots of fun to write! researching herbology and plants was hella fun. also spoiler but i think it’s ironic that the game that fred is going to play in is actually a bad one and doesn’t seem lucky at all lmfao.
“I will not hear another peep out of you, Mr. Weasley,” she snapped, her voice muffled by the greenhouse walls that separated you.
Professor Sprout barreled through the door; Fred in tow, who was rolling his eyes rather dramatically. You peered at him through the leaves of the lavish wolfsbane that you were watering before casually approaching the pair.
You smiled warmly at each of them, knowing all too well what this particular guest entailed. Sprout looked back at you with contrition, announcing, “Mr. Weasley, this is Ms. Y/L/N — she’ll be showing you how to tend to the greenhouse on this lovely Saturday morning.”
However, the morning was anything but lovely. Dreary clouds covered the sky, and brittle leaves danced in the crisp wind. Conversely, a sticky humidity hung inside of the greenhouse, making it especially pleasant to let the cool air creep in for just a moment.
Fred flashed you a lopsided grin as he snuck out of Sprout’s grasp. She leaned towards you and whispered, “good luck,” before scurrying out of the greenhouse.
summary: after an explosive prank, fred lands himself in detention, being forced to care for a mountain of strange plants. luckily, y/n is there to guide him the way, teaching him about the wonders of herbology and about himself, too.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!hufflepuff!reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: pining but that’s about it!
a/n: the second installment of the golden collection is finally here!! this was lots and lots of fun to write! researching herbology and plants was hella fun. also spoiler but i think it’s ironic that the game that fred is going to play in is actually a bad one and doesn’t seem lucky at all lmfao.
“I will not hear another peep out of you, Mr. Weasley,” she snapped, her voice muffled by the greenhouse walls that separated you.
Professor Sprout barreled through the door; Fred in tow, who was rolling his eyes rather dramatically. You peered at him through the leaves of the lavish wolfsbane that you were watering before casually approaching the pair.
You smiled warmly at each of them, knowing all too well what this particular guest entailed. Sprout looked back at you with contrition, announcing, “Mr. Weasley, this is Ms. Y/L/N — she’ll be showing you how to tend to the greenhouse on this lovely Saturday morning.”
However, the morning was anything but lovely. Dreary clouds covered the sky, and brittle leaves danced in the crisp wind. Conversely, a sticky humidity hung inside of the greenhouse, making it especially pleasant to let the cool air creep in for just a moment.
Fred flashed you a lopsided grin as he snuck out of Sprout’s grasp. She leaned towards you and whispered, “good luck,” before scurrying out of the greenhouse.
It was no mystery how little Fred Weasley cared about Herbology. Half of the time, he’d snooze to the sound of Sprout’s voice, and the other half, he’d turn her plants into playthings. It was fairly common by now to spot one of the twins shrinking the tentaculas or extracting foul odors from the wormwoods, but no such prank had been as outrageous as the one Fred pulled the morning prior: he transformed Sprout’s prized umbrella flower into a pyrotechnic display by enchanting it to blast miniature fireworks from its vibrant petals.
This would surely be a challenge.
You turned to Fred, who was closely inspecting some puffapods. You pondered the likelihood of transforming him into someone who cared even an iota about plants. And you were determined to bring it to fruition.
Contrary to him, you’d been exposed to the magic of Herbology quite early in life: your mother kept a lush garden of daffodils and dahlias, all whilst bouncing you on her hip in the summer heat. And as birthdays passed, your growing collection of Herbology books began to burst from your cluttered shelves. Most of those books traveled with you to Hogwarts, where you were often spotted in the Hufflepuff common room tending to the whimsical plants. During your fourth year, Professor Sprout, admiring your natural affinity for plants, promoted you from Soil Supervisor to Head of the Herbology Society, an accomplishment you were especially proud of.
You raised a brow at Fred, “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be, darling,” he replied.
You rolled your eyes before collecting a list of duties from a nearby table. “These are the tasks that Professor Sprout would like us to complete before sundown.” Fred hovered over your shoulder as you trailed your fingers down the parchment, “Clean the plant beds, prune the wiggentrees, trim the sugar shrubs, and re-pot the puffapods.”
Fred groaned, “We’ll be here ‘til next Saturday with all this busywork! Listen, Y/N, I’ve got to be down to the pitch by three. We’re playing Slytherin! I can’t miss it!”
“Not to worry, you won’t miss your precious little Quidditch match. In fact, it could be much worse,” you insisted, “I once had to re-pot the fanged geranium, and suffice to say, they are not a fan of re-potting!”
“And you do this for fun?” Fred shook his head, “Bloody hell, woman…”
You pivoted on your foot and started for the edge of the greenhouse, smirking to yourself before uttering, “I could ask the same of Quidditch.” You could practically hear his eyes rolling in his skull. “Most of the game’s spent beating and bruising each other, which doesn’t sound very fun at all. Honestly, it sounds quite boorish.”
He laughed humorlessly, “Is this why Hufflepuff is so bloody bad at Quidditch every year? Everyone’s too busy picking flowers when they should be practicing?”
“Which is exactly what you’re doing now,” you quipped, tossing him a pair of gloves, which he scoffed at before dejectedly throwing them on. You glanced at the clock: 9:00. You had approximately seven hours to tackle the greenhouse with Fred.
“Now, it’s very important that you follow my instructions carefully,” you began, kneeling to inspect the bed of bouncing bulbs that were tethered in place, “Every plant you see in this room is extremely delicate and must be handled with great care.”
Fred raised his brows, as if to question the gravity of the task.
You sighed, “Will you at least try to care?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” he grinned, kneeling beside you, “I’ll do as you ask, exactly how you ask, if you come to our ‘precious little Quidditch game’ later.”
You laughed, “All right, it’s a deal.”
Fred firmly shook your hand, and for the first time, you felt as though he was your friend.
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“Am I doing this right?” Fred asked as he haphazardly trimmed the sugar shrubs with a pair of dull hedge shears.
You chuckled, “Not the prettiest, but good enough.”
He laughed as he tried to assess his progress. He caught sight of the clock, which read 11:00, before spotting that fateful umbrella flower — except it wasn’t the same as before. Its vibrant pink and yellow flowers had severely paled; its stature slightly wilted.
“It’s not good for the plants, you know…” you said suddenly.
Fred’s eyes met yours.
“Transforming their size, changing their chemistry… literally lighting them up…” Fred looked down, “It places enormous stress on their fragile bodies. Most are drained of essential nutrients in the process, and too often their growth becomes permanently stunted.”
Fred couldn’t muster a single word. Instead, he stared at you with a newfound emptiness behind his eyes.
“I’m sure you hadn’t realized,” you said sadly, “Most people don’t.”
Fred tried to string together some sort of response, but nothing was coming to the surface.
You cleared your throat, “C’mon, we’ve only got a few more.”
It wasn’t long before you reached the last of the shrubs. Most of your time was spent trimming in silence; the occasional snip ringing through the humid air. But when it was time to show Fred how to prune the wiggentrees, he spoke at last.
“I genuinely had no idea,” he admitted sheepishly, “But I am so sorry, Y/N.”
“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” you contended, “But I forgive you on their behalf.”
You intricately reviewed how to prune a wiggentree, and Fred clung to every word that fell from your lips. Every word spoken rattled his bones. While it was true that Fred enjoyed getting into mischief, it was never his intention to hurt anyone — or anything, for that matter.
And he certainly never wanted to hear the deep-rooted pain that laced your words ever again.
After a couple of hours, Fred managed to prune a decent number of wiggentrees with only a few minor scrapes to prove it. You jovially applauded him as he bowed theatrically.
“You’re not coming for my position as Head of the Herbology Society, are you?” you teased, swapping your shears for a trowel.
“Can’t get anything past this one — just too smart and pretty,” he winked.
Your face flushed with a burning heat, a bundle of butterflies bursting inside of you. Eager to avoid eye contact, you swiftly turned to lead him to your final task: re-potting the puffapods. You tried your best to focus on what Professor Sprout asked of you, but hearing Fred compliment you sent you into a complete and utter tizzy.
Fred cheekily chuckled at your sudden silence as you reached the middle of the greenhouse. You quickly composed yourself, struggling to tame the butterflies ricocheting in your stomach.
“Re-potting the puffapods is a lot easier than it sounds. Honestly, I find that using my bare hands gives me a much better understanding of where their roots lie. You don’t want to disturb those, you see.”
You tossed your gloves to the side, and Fred followed suit. You rolled your sleeves to your elbows before gently digging your fingers into the soft soil of the pot closest to you. “Here,” you nodded for Fred to come closer, “Come see what they feel like.”
His stomach flipped as your delicate fingers clasped around his large, rough hand. You guided his hand under the soil until you could both feel the roots that intertwined below. You suddenly realized how close you stood to Fred. Every breath that escaped from his lungs practically shot into your own. The same warmth that had flooded your face earlier returned once more.
“Scoop around those to move it to its new home,” you explained softly, carefully maneuvering his hand to scoop the purple puffapod.
You smiled at him, wondering if he was thinking the same things you were: how the morning had been surprisingly delightful; how bolts of electricity zipped through your body when your hands met; and how the autumnal sun was occasionally peeking through pockets of clouds. It beared down just enough warmth through the sheer greenhouse windows to comfort you.
You shook your thoughts and asked Fred, “Think you got it?”
“Think so,” he nodded, an encouraging smile plastered to his lips.
He demonstrated his competency with the task on his first attempt, so you trusted him to the smaller puffapods as you began tackling the bigger ones.
You sighed, “Perhaps we’ll see some Painted Ladies today.”
Fred furrowed his brows, “Rest assured, there are plenty of those hanging in this ancient castle.”
“No!” you laughed, “Not literal painted ladies — the butterflies!”
Fred laughed with you, “The butterflies? Who in the bloody hell decided ‘Painted Lady’ would be a proper name for a butterfly?”
“I don’t know that, but I do know that hundreds of them migrate in around this time of year,” you explained, “It’s a sight to see! Trelawney always says, ‘Good fortune will be brought unto those who witness it!’”
Fred laughed at your spot-on impression, “Is that so?”
“‘Course! And if the rain holds out a little longer, they might just make an appearance,” you said, peering outside.
You perused the landscape in silence. Without turning back to Fred, you muttered, “Seven years here, and I still haven’t seen it.”
He instantly sensed the deep disappointment that colored your words. And he realized that this actually mattered to you. He recognized that this was something you believed was truly absent from your time here — time that was quickly running down the hourglass.
Mollifying your melancholy, Fred changed the subject, and before you knew it, you were both animatedly chatting as you slaved over Sprout’s tedious task. He told you all about how his mum made him de-gnome the gardens growing up, and how everything “just tasted better” with fresh ingredients he and his siblings harvested from their backyard. Meanwhile you taught him to identify various trees by the pattern of their leaves and identified the part of the year each flower flourished.
He admired your commitment to such seemingly insignificant creatures. Though he’d only known you shortly, he knew you loved these plants; the way your eyes lit up at the sight of a fresh bud blooming in the bushes; or the way you rattled off the perfect way to keep a flutterby bush alive in the dead of winter. You had him longing to find beauty in even the darkest corners of the world.
And part of that beauty he had found in you.
Once you finished the last of the puffapods, you dusted your hands and turned to Fred. A sudden sadness bloomed in your chest as you watched him wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.
Fred felt a similar sorrow burrowing inside of him.
“Well, we did it… And with,” you glanced at the clock, “about an hour to spare.”
He nodded, “It was nice working with you today, Y/N.”
You nodded, “Yeah, you as well!”
“It’s surprising how much beauty lies in even the tiniest of plants.”
Your eyes sparkled up at him in response; as if he were a beautiful rosebud basking in the sun with its petals swaying in the gentle wind. He didn’t want to let the moment go.
“I was thinking maybe you and me could — bloody hell!”
Fred’s eyes widened, a grin exploding onto his face. Before you could ask, he swiveled you to face the long anticipated miracle.
Your hand flew to your mouth, “Merlin!”
You bolted out of the greenhouse as Fred trailed closely behind. Hundreds of butterflies soared overhead; their bright orange wings sonorously fanning your skin. The steady breeze that flitted through the air could’ve soothed a thousand scorching summers.
You slowly reached upwards, allowing the dainty creatures to dance around your fingertips. You laughed at the sensation, and at the fact that you couldn’t help but cry.
You were levitating at the hands of one of Mother Nature’s finest masterpieces.
Fred was dazed and delighted standing there amidst the storm of butterflies. Despite this, he was careful not to encroach on a moment so destined for you that it felt wrong to impose himself on the memory.
You shook your head with laughter as you turned to face him, “Can you believe it?!”
He shook his head in disbelief, “This is wicked!”
“To think I might have missed it if it would have just been me in the greenhouse! I would’ve been finished hours ago!” you exclaimed, abruptly hugging Fred in the process, “Thank you, Fred! Thank you!”
And as if he’d done it a million times before, Fred wrapped his arms around you. The sweet scent of your perfume nearly intoxicated him, and the thunderous flight of Painted Ladies became his new favorite melody. The familiar sensation of butterflies fluttering inside of him consumed him yet again.
“Thankyou,” he said softly.
You pulled away, your hands lingering on his arms. “Guess you better get going. Don’t want to miss the big match!”
“But I’ll see you in the stands, yeah? You promised,” he playfully reminded you.
“Definitely,” you replied, a warm blush flooding your face.
You waved goodbye as Fred started over the hill. He practically skipped towards the Quidditch pitch and recalled Trelawney’s famous claim: good fortune will be brought unto those who witness the great migration.
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.”
Fred Weasley crushing on you and you crushing on him but he’s a mess and sometimes has George try and switch places with him when he can’t handle his feelings for you.
You always know though. And they try their best to figure it out and eventually Fred gives up and asks incredulously, “how can you tell us apart!?” Because no one can, no one ever tries it’s just Fred and George and George And Fred or the Weasley Twins
But you look away and blush before peeking up at him with those big beautiful eyes that make him so crazy and just say,
a/n: i am absolutely in LOVE with this song and fred weasley!!! i highly suggest listening to Bang the Doldrums by Fall out Boy either before or during your read!
c/w: alcohol use
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You and Fred Weasley always had a sort of- how to put it- tension. Since you had met in your 3rd year, there was always a wink or sly remark thrown your way, and vice versa, but you thought it meant nothing from him. You kept it to yourself, but, you had always had a crush on the lanky ginger boy who had grown to become your best friend. You would sooner enter the forbidden forest alone than ruin your friendship with him over some little feelings.
Tonight, though, you were toying with the idea that maybe your crush was not so little. You, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were playing a game of Truth, Dare, or Drink. Now, this wasn’t so bad until the twins brought out a small green vial and sat it in the center of the criss-crossed circle you all had formed on the floor.
“Firewhiskeyand veritaserum? Really boys?” Hermione complained, her tone suggesting that, this time, they had taken the game too far.
“Whaat? It’s not like we’ll ask anything too revealing,” Fred replied with a wink at you. Your cheeks grew hot, probably just the whiskey, right? You always hated truth or dare, your friends had a habit of choosing the most embarrassing dares and the most revealing truths, but then, what was a Weasley game without some spark?
“Fine but I’m choosing dare on every single one of my turns,” Hermione rebutted with a knowing grin.
“Sure! No shame in that,” the twins said in unison. You always wondered just how they did that, sometimes their joint sentences were so long it was almost impressive.
“Alright settle down ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin!” George said in a mock-announcer voice. “What brave soul dares go first?” Your stomach ached slightly with nerves hoping that someone would volunteer before one of the twins chose you first.
“I think Y/n should go first!” dammit Fred. Of course, the group murmured a cluster of agreement. “Right then, truth or dare?” he asked you innocently.
“umm… dare?” you said, silently cursing your friends who put you into this awful position.
“Dare! Wonderful choice, Y/l/n. I dare you to eat a puking pastille!” Your face contorted with disgust. Fred saw this and cheekily replied, “or you could always drink instead!”
“Drink it is,” you replied before taking a swig from your glass, coughing at the burn in your throat.
The game continued on for a few more rounds with Ron telling his most embarrassing school story, George receiving a chocolate that caused him to make varied cat-noises for 30 seconds, and Harry taking at least 3 drinks. When it got to Hermione, though, you were less than focused on her play. Fred had removed his jacket, and you noticed his collar had been undone slightly, and his hair, God, it was perfectly messy, and his smile was lethal, and those eyes-
“Right, Y/n,” Ginny started, “truth or dare?” Your thoughts were cut off, as the game had finally returned to you. You dreaded your answer, but the dares thrown at the others seemed to grow worse with each round, so you reluctantly replied, “Truth,” immediately regretting your words.
The group cheered and George handed you the vial of veritaserum. You took a sip, and as you swallowed, Ginny asked her question. “Do you fancy someone in this room?”
You nearly choked on the potion. You could feel the redness creep to your cheeks, but you couldn’t help yourself from replying, “Yes!” Startled by your own words, your hands flew to your mouth. Everyone leaned in toward you, overlapping their “oo"s and whistles.
"Really?!” She replied, now excited, having received a different answer than she expected. “Who?” she pried. You hoped that Hermione would but in just then, stating that two questions weren’t allowed in the rules, but she was just as interested to know as the rest of them.
You fought to keep in your answer, but it found itself to your lips and you unwillingly replied “Fred!” You cringed and dipped your head down to avoid eye contact with your friends, but the girls squealed and the guys began patting Fred on the back, echoing in cheers and praises.
Suddenly your ears were filled with questions about how long you’d fancied him, did he know, and why didn’t you tell us?! All you could do was blush and grip your glass close to your mouth, pretending to drink.
The game was now over, this new, exciting information took precedent over some silly game. You hadn’t even stopped to notice the red tint on your counterpart’s cheeks, or the fact that he hadn’t spoken a word since you blurted out your secret.
Eventually, George said something that took the attention off of you and Fred, and you were able to talk to him without the extra pairs of eyes and ears on you.
“Hey I’m sorry about that it’s probably just the whiskey I-” your rambles were cut off by Fred’s interruption.
“It’s alright, we’re best friends!”
You blurted: “Better off as lovers, and not the other way around,” and again, your hands covered your mouth. Was it leftover veritaserum? Or was it just the newfound confidence you felt now?
Fred looked shocked, your confidence faltered, he doesn’t think the same as you, of course he doesn’t. He steps toward you. “Do you really think so?” Your eyes become glued to the shag carpet beneath you. Then, he lifts your chin with his finger. “Darling I’ve been waiting to hear that for ages, you have no idea.”
Your eyes grow wide, “You’re not joking are you? Fred if you are it’s not funny,” you say with a warning tone.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not that cruel,” he says with a chuckle. Princess, huh? That used to be something he said when you were being lazy or pouting, but now it felt different.
“So what now?” you asked.
“Can I kiss you?” he replied. You can’t believe he even asked, that was way out of character for your best friend. You nodded, nevertheless, and he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You were way too enthralled by Fred’s lips on yours to notice that the room had gone completely silent, and your friends had turned their attention back to you.
Eventually, Ron and George started cheering and Harry joined in. You pulled away abruptly and your cheeks grew red once again. Fred laughed and your fingers touched your lips, still in disbelief that your best friend just kissed you.
EDIT: i found the tiktok after literally a year of searching lol,, vid credit i based this off of goes to @/ci.rius on tiktok!!
a/n: hi! this is sort of based off of a tiktok i saw where the creator talked to hermione about fred and angelina at the yule ball over an audio clip. i don’t remember the creator, so if you find it please lmk! anyway, enjoy this lil wintery blab
tw: swearing, meantions of violence, shouting
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the snow at hogwarts was always your favorite. the piles of white glittery fluff laying on the castle grounds never failed to amaze you, and this year, it was more beautiful than ever. you didn’t know why that was, but the ginger standing next to you sure added to the scenery.
“isn’t it lovely?” you said to him, your vouce dripping in awe. “i never want to look away!”
“yes it’s quite beautiful y/n, but can’t you admire it from your dorm window? i’m freezing my arse off out here!” fred replied with his hands tucked far into his coat pockets.
“you can go in, you know, i’m fine here,” you said reassuringly.
he scoffed. “you really think i’m gonna leave you out here in the cold? by yourself? are you nuts?” he looked fake-shocked. “that would not be a very friendly thing to do, y/n, and i am a great friend, you know,” he says matter-of-factly.
“you’re an idiot, fred weasley,” you said, attempting to hide the bitterness that struck your heart when he said “friend.” you had been in love with the boy since your first year at hogwarts, when you were introduced by his younger brother, ron, whom you had become friends with on the train ride over. fred, however, seemed to be oblivious. he never was one for smarts, though. all this to say, you relictantly went inside, not without your counterpart receiving a soft punch to the arm, which resulted in a string of not-so-nice words.
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with the snow came the yule ball. every year you were too nervous to ask fred, and every year, he went with another girl. this year, though, you were determined to get him first. you had a plan this time around, and you had decided that, if it didn’t work, you were cursed. you were going to ask him at lunch today, which just so happened to be after this period, potions. you had told your best friend, hermione, about your plan, and she was adamant to help you, but you wanted to do it on your own. reluctantly, she obliged.
this period seemed to take at least ten times longer than usual. you couldn’t help but wiggle your quill in anticipation, waiting to be dismissed. then, something broke your focus.
“angelina!” fred had whispered. once she looked over he mouthed: “want to go to the yule ball with me?” your heart dropped. again? seriously? you hoped for a no.
she nodded and said “sure!” and you nearly crushed your quill in anger. hermione looked over at you with wide eyes. fred shot a huge cheeky wink at ron, they probably had a bet or something, you guessed. but it didn’t matter. his smile only made your eyes well up with tears. you blinked them away and continued working on your assignment, albeit more aggressively than before.
you were silent at lunch, and everyone noticed, just your luck they paid attention today. you chose to play with your food, rather than eating it, and you were completely out of it.
“y/n,” ron chimed, “did you hear me?”
“what? d'you say somethin’?” you mumbled.
“yeah, i asked if you were gonna eat that,” he said, gesturing to your still-full plate. you silently nudged it over to him and went back to your previous activity of staring at the wall.
after lunch, you had a free period, which you chose to spend on the bridge outside, admiring the snow to distract yourself.
“hey,” hermione said.
“jesus ‘mione, you nearly made me piss m'self!” you said with your hand over your chest.
she laughed. “sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. i just wanted to check on you. are you okay?”
“sure, yeah, i’m fine,” you sarcastically replied. “the boy i’ve been in love with for 5 years just asked out yet another girl and i’m totally, one-hundred percent okay with it!” you said with a fake smile that you quickly dropped into a frown.
“yeeaahh,” she said. “i figured.”
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the next week seemed to pass slower than ever. you just wanted to get to the ball and get it over with, but the universe seemed to have it out for you.
you had a beautiful dress picked out, and, a week ago, you were thrilled to wear it, but now? you were dreading having to dress up at all. you had even considered ditching altogether, but hermione wasn’t going to allow that.
“you’re going, y/n, now get that dress on! i’ll even do your makeup for you! go ooooonnn!” she insisted, slightly shoving you toward your wardrobe.
you sighed. “fine, i’ll go, but i’m going to complain the whole time,” you said with an eye roll.
“yes i am perfectly aware of that, now get dressed!”
an hour later, your hair was curled, your makeup done, and you were completely dressed to the nines. you had a silvery high-low dress that was adorned with small white gemstones on the boddess and neckline.
hermione’s face seemed to glow with happiness. “you look absolutely STUNNING, y/n!” she hugged you tight and led you to the floor-length mirror in your room.
although you felt miserable, you did look quite pretty. pretty enough to make you grin a little. “seeeeee you’re gorgeous!” hermione said. “now let’s go, you’ll totally make him lose it!”
you doubted that, but she pulled on your arm, leaving you no choice but to attend the ball.
your evening was quite shit to say the least. you spent it standing next to hermione swaying awkwardly to whatever song was playing, all the while sipping on some butterbeer to keep your hands busy. you kept glaring at fred and angelina, who had found their way to the dance floor.
“quit staring, y/n, you’ll only make it worse for yourself,” hermione said, giving you a knowing look.
you sipped your drink, still glaring. “why does she get him? i’m in love with him, shes just heartbroken. you know what i do when i’m heartbroken? eat cake. why can’t she just eat cake and give me the pretty ginger boy?” you said bitterly.
hermione laughed. “he’ll get it some day, y/n, just not today.”
“it’s never today,” you said sharply, taking another drink. they looked like they were having such a good time, and you hated it. you should have been used to it by now, every year you had to see it, but this year felt worse. you had been so eager to ask him, but no, never you.
you decided you’d had enough of the so-called fun for the evening. you sat your cup down and promptly stormed out of the ballroom.
you decided to go to the bridge again to watch the snowfall. it really was beautiful, but you cursed it silently for remaining that way. you just wanted him to see you like he sees the snow. you wanted to make him feel as good as a good prank does. you wanted him.
“hey,” you felt a hand on your shoulder, which prompted you to jump and curse.
“fuck! fred what the hell!” you pulled away from him and leaned on the bridge once more.
“sorry, figured i’d find you here. what happened? i saw you leave earlier. do i need to kill someone?” he said, genuinely concerned.
you laughed st the irony of his last comment. “don’t worry about it, i’m fine,” you said bitterly.
“y/n, come on, i’ve known you 5 years now, you’re not getting off that easy.”
“seriously, just leave it,” you said with a warning tone.
“i’m not leaving till you telll mee,” he said in a sing-songy voice.
you snapped. “why her?” you shouted, sharply turning to face him. “why her of all people? why not me, fred? what’s she got that i haven’t? can’t you see i’m bloody in love with you? i’ve been standing here all this time and yet you never fail to snog everyone else but me.”
he was dumbfounded. he just stared at with his mouth open. you waited for a response, but all you got was a stuttered, “y/n i-.”
you scoffed and smiled up at the sky sarcastically. “whatever, fuck it, fred. forget i ever said anything at all.” you turned around and made your way back to the castle. before you even made it half way down the bridge, you sobbed.
———
two days had passed since the yule ball, and you looked terrible. you hadn’t slept but two or three hours since then, your eyes were dark and surrounded with purple. your hair was messy, and, honestly, you just looked miserable, and you were. you hadn’t talked to hardly anyone, and your friends were all worried.
“seriously, hermione, what’s her deal?” ron had asked after passing you in the hall.
“she told fred,” she whispered.
“oh no, it didn’t go well, then?” he replied.
“obviously not, you git,” harry said, shoving his friend on the arm.
“you’ve got to say something to him, ronald. she’s extremely depressed!” hermione suggested sternly.
“right, and what am i supposed to say? 'hey fred y/n’s in love with you, what are you gonna do about that?’” he asked.
“yes! exactly that!” she replied.
“alright, geez,” ron said. “i’ll talk to him.”
—-
“hey fred,” ron said timidly.
“hello, little brother!” he replied, unexpectedly chipper.
“what’s wrong with y/n,” ron asked, pretending to not know. “you haven’t talked to her, have you?”
his smile faltered. “she told you, didn’t she?” he asked.
“well, not exactly. she told hermione, who told me to talk to you,” ron explained.
“ah, i see,” said fred. “well i’m not really sure what to do about it all. i mean, she was so angry! and loud! merlin was she loud.”
“well, do you like her?” ron asked.
“well i love her. of course i love her, she’s my best friend. but, to be honest, i don’t know how to feel,” fred replied. “i don’t know if i just love her, or if i’m in love with her, or what.”
“well, uh,” ron tried to think of something to help. “how do you feel when you see her?”
“happy,” he said. “anytime she comes around i get so giddy i can’t help but laugh.” he started to smile. “ i get lost in her eyes, her laugh is contagious!” he looked at ron, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a knowing look.
“oh my god i’m in love with her!” fred realized.
ron nodded, “yep. you shou-”
fred cut him off “i should go tell her!” he ran for the door to go confess and apologize to his best friend.
“y/n! y/n! i’ve got to talk to you!” fred yelled as he ran in your direction. you were, once again, sitting on the bridge, coincidentally where you two had last spoken two days ago.
you stood up and pretended not to hear him. you didn’t want to talk to him, especially not about the events that occured two nights ago. you heard him call for you again, and picked up your pace. you had begun to jog when he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.
“hey, fred, didn’t see you there!” you laughed awkwardly, your eyes on the ground.
“y/n, can we please talk about it?” he asked, his eyes down on yours.
“what do you want to talk about? if you’re just going to say 'i love you, but’ or 'we’re better amoff as friends’, you can just turn and go back the way you came,” you said plainly.
“i’m in love with you y/n. i didn’t realize it before, and i was just shocked when you told me then, you were very loud,” he laughed. “but really, y/n, i am in love with you, and i’m so sorry i upset you. your silent treatment was just awful, honestly. couldn’t you have just hit me or something? it would have hurt less!”
you tried not to smile, but his was so beautiful, you had to. “you mean it, freddie? you’re in love with me? this isn’t another prank is it? if it is so help me god, weasley, i’ll hex your nuts off,” you said, pointing your wand at his chin and glaring.
“ah! no, no, i’m being serious!” he said in fake-shock.
“okay, then,” you said, laughing. you put your wand back in your pocket and looked up at him.
after a moment of silence, he simply asked: “can i kiss you now?”
“you’re an idiot, fred weasley,” you replied.
he pulled you into a passionate, yet, sort of awkward kiss, and you melted. you had been waiting 5 years for this, and it was everything you could have ever imagined. you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled.
“so they made up, then?” harry asked with a smile.
“i guess so, whatever you said must have worked, ronald,” hermione praised. “well done.”
ron fist-pumped into the air out of pride, and high-fived harry, all three laughing.
you looked over your shoulder to see all of them cheering. your face turned red and you laughed, too. “idiots,” you said, before kissing fred once more.
hi all! this is my first whole length fic i’ve written, but i simp so hard for fred weasley. its based loosely on the song “talk too much” by COIN (i suggest listening half way through!) anyway, hope you enjoy!
tw: swearing, kissing, mention of violence (playfully)
studying in the hogwarts library used to be a peaceful experience. that is, until a certain red-haired duo decided that the library was to be their new prank-planning office.
“you know who we should hit next fred?” the first asked.
“i bet i do brother” returned the second
“snape!” they shouted in unison.
you groan and turn yourself around to face the ginger pair that had made your last two weeks a living hell. “will you two shut it?”
they laugh at your way-too-serious remark and george decides to speak first.
“oh! look who’s getting feisty, eh brother?”
“indeed she is, george, shall we shut it?”
“hmm i don’t think so”
“well will you gits at least use a silencing charm or something? merlin you weasleys talk too much”
“alright alright y/l/n we’ll keep it down, all in good fun”
good fun. right. it’s always good fun when you fail your o.w.l.s because you had nowhere to study in peace. you’d tried the slytherin common room, but malfoy and his crew ruined that quite quickly. the great hall was packed constantly, and the room of requirement felt cold compared to the welcoming walls filled with old books and warm lighting that the library gave you. the worst part about it all was that you had begun to fancy the very boy who caused you so much frustration. you guess he wasn’t too horrible in terms of looks, but that mouth never stopped running.
on the way to your potions class, your favorite, but filled with people who ticked you off the most, you almost had a heart attack, courtesy of one frederick weasley. he had been developing a new “device” that spit out mini fireworks out of thin air. his lab rat? you.
“what the fuck weasley? what in the bloody hell is wrong with you?”
in between fits of laughter he managed to get out “new project” and “havent-(hahaha)-name-(snort)-yet”
“i swear to merlin fred, one more prank and i swear i’ll shove a firework up your arse” you spat out, gathered your books and silently cursed all past, present and any future weasleys.
“today, students, we will be making amortentia, i’m sure you’re all familiar, so get busy” echoed the nasally voice of one severus snape. of course, you listened and began reading the directions that were neatly inked onto the parchment in front of you. to no one’s surprise at all, you were the first to finish, and you had made it perfectly. the only problem was that snape decided to “suggest” that those who had successfully brewed their amortentia should share with the rest of the class what their’s smelled like. you weren’t worried at first, until you smelled yours.
“miss y/l/n, you will go first”
“erm,” you wafted the mist to your nose, “smoke” specifically from a firework, but you were not about to say that out loud. “sweets, and cinnamon.” you stepped back from your cauldron and tried not to think about the smell that you first identified. it was just from earlier. there was no way that fred weasley was going to be your soulmate. your stupid crush on him was simply a coping mechanism for his idiotic pranks that plagued you..right?
“thank you, miss y/l/n. mister weasley- not you george- since you think this class is so hilarious, you will go next”
you shot up and looked at fred, hoping that what he’d smell wasn’t you, but he noticed your gaze. “no problem professor!” he said cheerfully with a smirk, and a wink tossed at you. “mine smells of mint and-” he took a bigger, more dramatic sniff, “lavender” he said, a tad more serious than just a second before. only you seemed to notice, though, as no one else seemed to think anything of it.
fred sat back down next to his counterpart and put on his usual jovial personality for everyone to see. you can’t stop thinking about your potion, though. it was just your robes. just leftover from his prank. suddenly, a paper airplane hits the side of your head. you sigh and roll your eyes, because you know just who it came from.
gryffindor common room, 11:00 tonight. please. we need to talk. f.w.
no way in hell you were meeting him there. it was probably just another prank. you want him to know that you know what he’s up to, so you crumble the piece of parchment right in front of him.
later that evening, you escape to the library, but only when you’ve made sure there were no freckled, ginger men infesting it. studying, however, proved extremely difficult. you wanted to know what fred wanted. your curiosity seemed to take control of your actions as you stood up and made your way to the gryffindor common room. you snuck up to the fat lady and she looked at you, eyebrow raised, and very plainly asked, “password?” shit you didn’t even think about needing a password. before you could utter a gibberish guess, the painting opened and fred crept out from behind it.
“you came, good” he said, genuinely relieved that you had showed up.
“what is it you want, weasley?” you whispered, slightly annoyed with yourself for ending up here in the first place.
“amortentia. mint and lavender. d'you know who that is?” he asked you.
“why would i know who your soulmate is, fred? and why do you care anyway? it’s not like you’re gonna find them tonight.”
“and here i though you were brilliant, y/n” you were shocked, that was the first time he had ever called you by your first name.
“if you wanted to annoy me, you could have just pulled another dumb prank. shoved some fizzing whizbees in my coffee or something. you didn’t have to call me here” with that, he had given up, putting on his normal persona.
“you’re right, thanks for the idea y/l/n i’ll have to try it on you sometime. i’m sure george will get a kick out of it as well. d'you think whizbees or puking pastilles? you know what, i’ll surprise you instead!” he smiled. he loved riling you up, you’re cute when you’re angry.
“you talk too much” you said, and with a turn of your heel, you were on your way back to your dorm.
“and you study too much! you can’t take a joke to save your life, y/l/n, maybe one of these days you’ll come over here and shut me up yourse-” he was cut off by your lips being newly placed on his. it was all in a feat of shutting him up. then you realized what you had done.
stay cool, it’s just a kiss
“why you gotta be so talkative?” you said, impressively keeping your composure. fred, on the other hand, was completely shellshocked, frozen. “what’s the matter weasley? never been kissed before?” your words went in one ear and out the other for him. he couldn’t care less what your lips said when they weren’t on his.
he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him, earning a gasp from you, which he used to his advantage. he slipped his tongue in your mouth and savored every inch of you. you had forgotten everything you had been mad about before. your hands found his hair and tangled themselves in it. he melted into you, moving his hands to your legs, and hoisting you up around his waist. he carried you to the couch in the middle of the common room, and laid you down quick. amidst all the snogging, you remembered your anger from before and promptly pulled away.
“i.. i have to go. this was a mistake.” you said quietly, trying to compose yourself enough to leave the couch.
“was it? it was you i smelled, y/n. the mint from your toothpaste? the lavender from your perfume? it’s always been you.” he sounded so sincere, something you’d never thought in a million years you’d hear. “stay, please”
he leaned toward you again and cupped your cheek in his hand. he pulled you just close enough that you would have to close the gap between you. you hesitated for a moment, but kissed him again. he seemed to mimic your every move with complete perfection. he linked his fingers with yours and deepened the kiss until you had to come up for air. you stared into his cinnamon eyes for what seemed like eternity until you noticed movement in the corner of the room. fred followed your eyes and said,
“george what the hell mate? how long you been standin’ there?”
“oi don’t let me get in the way of your snogging, simply left my books down here.” he replied, with the cheekiest wink you had quite possibly ever seen. your face grew hot and you shuffled out from under fred, making your way quickly out of the common room. fred wasn’t letting you get away that easy, though.
“same time tomorrow?” he asked slyly.
“in your dreams, weasley.” you half-jokingly replied. you knew he’d be in yours tonight.
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!)
song recs:sunsetz - cigarettes after sex , sweet creature - harry styles
“I love fall.”
Fred looked up to see his beautiful girlfriend gaze up at the falling leaves around them in the courtyard, creating a whimsical orange and red fantasyland.
“I love you.” He whispered back, watching her gaze shift slowly from the autumn sky to his eyes.
A twinkle shone in her eyes as if to say it back. Y/N leaned forward gently to place a light kiss on his lips.
“Opinions on a butterbeer?” Y/N offered once they had separated.
“Sounds absolutely delightful, my love.”
They stood quietly, trying not to disturb the changing trees around them in their favorite season of the year.
A chilly autumn day, as most were, when they walked to The Three Broomsticks pushed them closer together as they strode into the warm little shack.
A lit fire, the bustling sound of second years enjoying their day off and older wizards having reunions filled Y/N a sort of joy that she missed immensely.
Y/N, wrapped in a cozy striped sweater, cuddled into her loving boyfriend.
And as they enjoyed their favorite season in their favorite place, the couple savored the moment and put this moment deep in both of their minds to always remember how much they both love the autumn season.
Summary: You and Fred used to date back in Hogwarts and even years later Fred can’t get over you. But it seems like you have moved on.
a/n: English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!
requests are open!
Fred let out a long groan as the sun shines brightly into his room. Eyes still closed he turns in his bed ready to wrap his long arms around your warm body and kiss you good morning but his arms find an empty space next to him. He opens his eyes confused as he pats the space next to him. The bed was cold but he thought he could still smell your perfume. Fred turns to lay on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. His fingers run through his hair as he lets out another groan, this time a lot more frustrated one.
It had been almost three years since you two broke up and it had been the same amount of time since Fred had last seen you. Even after all this time apart you were the only thing in his mind. He had a dream about you last night, again. You two were happily together and you were expecting your first child. How he wished it was true. He would do anything to be with you again.
He had tried to move on from you he really had. He had dated girls, there was nothing wrong with them but they weren’t you. Fred even tried to have one night stands but they never worked out. He couldn’t touch anyone’s body, he felt dirty if he tried to, it felt like he was cheating on you
Fred slowly gets up from his bed and decides that getting ready and getting to work would be the best thing to do to get you out of his mind. The apartment over the shop was quiet, only thing that Fred could hear was Geroge’s snores from the other room. Making himself a cup of coffee before heading down to the shop. Restocking and doing the paperwork that needed to be done.
His mind wondering off to the past how when you were kids you were so close. Your and his parents were school friends so you spend a lot of time at the Burrow when you were a kid. Even if you were the same age as Ron, you and Fred were the closest. You always had something special between you two.
He remembers the Christmas before he and George would start at Hogwarts. How you and the Weasley kids had a snowball fight. Fred and you always paired up because he wouldn’t want to hurt you by hitting you with snowballs but that didn’t stop you from throwing them at him.
“Stop it y/n we are on the same side!” Fred yelled at you as you giggled at him. You had hit a snowball right in the back of his head
“I know I just wanted to see your reaction!” You tell him. Your bright smile made him smile. Even if he was 10 and you were 8 he knew that he loved you.
“We are going inside! Mum has hot chocolate!” George yells at you two. He, Ginny and Ron disappear inside the house which leaves you and Fred alone in the winter afternoon.
“Wanna go inside?” Fred asks you.
“Yes if you give me your marshmallows!” You tell your best friend.
“I always give my marshmallows to you y/n” Fred laughs as he takes your hand and you start walking. “One day you will be my wife y/n.” Fred tells matter of factly as you make it to the door.
“And you will be my husband but I will never kiss you!” You let him know and he makes a gagging sound.
“I will never kiss you either, that’s disgusting.” Fred replies.
That changed after you had come to Hogwarts he had realised that maybe kissing you wouldn’t be so bad after all but he was still sure that you would be his wife one day. If he could he would go back in time when everything was easier and you were still in his life.
Fred shakes his head trying to come back to the present. He takes the last sip from now cold coffee as he looks around the shop. He loved this place, it always had been his and George’s dream to own their own joke shop nevertheless now he wasn’t so sure if this was what he really wanted in life. Fred shakes his head once again not wanting to think about the past any longer. Walking up to the front door of the shop as he unlocks the door and turns the closed sign to open.
His eyes wonder around Diagon Alley when his brown eyes find something that he hadn’t seen in a long time. A beautiful girl, no, a beautiful woman whose smile was still stuck in his mind. You were walking right outside of his shop with a bright smile on your lips as a handsome man talked with you. He had his hands wrapped around you like Fred used to have back at Hogwarts. It made him sad and happy at the same time. You looked happy but now you were happy with someone else and it all was his fault. All of this was his fault and only his. He was the one who pushed you away because he was scared that the distance would hurt you but now standing here looking at you years later broke him like nothing had before not even when he left you back at Hogwarts.
You had been dating for 3 years. The happiest three years of your lives. Fred made you the happiest that you ever had been. Even if Umbridge had made living hell out of Hogwarts. You were managing but you could see how hard it was on Fred and George so when the twins told you about their plan on leaving school early and starting a joke shop you were their biggest support. Even if it hurt to think that you had to be at school without the love of your life you wanted him to be happy and if leaving early meant that he was happy you would let him go. You could still write to each other and it was a couple of months until summer so you could spend your whole summer with him.
The twins were about to pull their last prank before leaving school when Fred pulled you away from others. He hugged you harder than he had ever before.
“Goodbye my love.” He whispers into your ear before bringing you into a kiss full of love and passion.
“Fred dear you are saying it like this is the last time we will see each other. It will be summer in a couple of months and we will be in each other’s arms once again” you tell him with a sad smile. You would miss him terribly but soon enough you would be together again but the sad look that Fred gave you made you confused. “Right Fred?” You question your boyfriend when you see tears in his eyes. “What’s going on, love?” You ask him as you pull away from him.
“I… w-we need to break up, y/n.” He sounded so broken when he spoke. Making your heart ace at the words that were coming out of his mouth.
“What are you talking about Fred?” You ask him, feeling tears burning your eyes. You didn’t want to break up, you could make this work.
“It’s better for you. It will be too hard when I’m away and you still have a couple years left of school, darling.” He tried to take your hand in his but you pulled your arm away from him.
“No Fred. We can make this work! Like we’ve talked!” You raise your voice at him. He was being so selfish. “Do you not love me anymore?” You had to question his love towards you.
“Of course I love you! More than anything in this world!” Now Fred was raising his voice. How could you think that he didn’t love you. He loved you so much that he was ready to let you go so you could be happy.
“Then why in the Merlin would you want to break up? I love you and you love me so we stay together!” You tell him angrily, tears running down your cheeks.
“My love you know this is the best thing to do.” He really believed that it was the right thing that he was doing. Before you could reply to him George ran up to you two.
“Fred we need to leave now!” George yelled as he started pulling his twin away from his lover.
That was the last time you two saw each other. The hurt look on your face was burned into Fred’s mind, it hunted his nightmares to this day.
Fred pulled his eyes from you as you and your lover disappeared from his view. How he missed you. He had asked his siblings about you but Ginny still to this day was so mad at his older brother for breaking your heart the way he did. So she never told him anything about you and neither did Ron. Fred knew that you and Ginny grew close after he left, she was there for you when he couldn’t and when he was the reason why you were hurting.
You hadn’t spent time at the Burrow since he left you, your parents still visited before the war but sadly both of your parents were killed by death eaters. Fred had been so worried when he had heard that your parents were dead, so scared that you were gone too but luckily you had survived, he couldn’t even think about the blame he would have felt if you would have died when he was supposed to be there to protect you.
He wanted to be there for you after your parent’s death but Ginny didn’t let him even go to the funeral telling him that it would be too much for you to see him at the funeral. He had written you a letter but you never replied back to him.
It had been years but he couldn’t move on from you. He missed you more and more every day. He would give up everything he had just to have you to be his once again. And seeing you made him realise that he had really made the biggest mistake of his life when he let you go, seeing you just confirmed that you were the love of his life, his soulmate.
It had been two months since he had seen you walk past the shop. After that day you were all he could think about anymore, every waking moment he would think of you and when he was sleeping he would see dreams about you.
It was Ron’s and Hermione’s engagement party at the Burrow. When he walked into his childhood home with his twin brother he never expected to see you standing by the fire, beautiful as you ever had been, in a beautiful red dress talking to his mother. He suddenly couldn’t breathe. The only thing he could sense was your perfume, the one he had smelled in Amortentia back at school. Butterflies flying around his stomach at the same time as he felt like he would be sick. You still made him nervous.
“George, Fred! Finally, we thought you weren’t coming!” Ron’s voice roars over the whole party. But Fred couldn’t take his eyes off you. Ron’s words made you turn to look at the door to see George and Fred standing there, Fred’s eyes already on you. Not sure about the feeling inside you when you saw him, it had been so long since you last saw him. He was still handsome, but now he was a man, not the boy who had broken your heart. You give him a smile before turning back to Molly who was still talking to you.
He couldn’t stop his feet as he walked past his younger brother who was trying to talk to him, the only thing Fred could think about was you and how he needed to be closer to you, to hear you talk, to feel you.
“Oh Fred! You and George are late.” Molly cuts you off when she sees his son walk up to you and her. You turn to face your ex boyfriend.
“Sorry mum. Hey, how are you y/n?” Fred almost completely ignores his own mother, just needing to heat your lovely voice.
“Hi Fred, I’m good thank you. How are you?” You smile at Fred, it had been so long since you had seen him but it felt like it only had been days when you last saw him. Molly could see that there was a moment between two lost lovers and she excused herself from you two mumbling something about needing to see Hermione.
“Good, good. I’m okay.” Fred takes a step closer to you when his mother leaves. He just wanted to bring you into a tight hug but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“It’s been a long time since I have seen you? How are things with the shop?” You ask him, your eyes looking all around his face trying to burn the picture of him inside your memory.
“I saw you two months ago.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “Um… I mean I saw you walk past the shop two months ago.” He feels embarrassed, you used to be best friends and lovers why didn’t he know how to talk to you.
“Oh… Sorry for not popping into the shop. I have heard that it’s great.” You had only been to Diagon Alley for a couple of times the past three years, scared that you would run into Fred. Coming here today had been hard, not sure if you were ready to face him.
“Next time you come to Diagon Alley I hope I will see you in the shop then.” He replies. “I mean if you want to…“ You see the blush on his face. Oh, how he hadn’t changed since you last saw him. In his eyes, you could see the little prankster kid you grew up with and the same boy who you fell madly in love with.
“I would love to.” You breathe out to him, but before Fred could reply to you someone called out your name. Both of you turn to look who called out to you. Fred recognized him, it was the same man he saw you walk past the shop with.
“Here darling, your drink.” The man smiles at you lovingly when he gives you a glass of champagne. “Oh Hello mate, I’m William Oxley.” William offeres Fred his hand to sake.
“Fred Weasley.” Fred replies shaking the stranger’s hand, maybe with a little too much force.
“Oh, the famous Fred Weasley. I Have heard a lot about you from this lovely lady.” William nods his head at you.
“So you have talked about me to William?” Fred turns to face you, a light shade of blush spreading to your cheeks.
“Of course she has. She told me all about your pranks back at school! Sad that I missed most of them. I left school I think when you were a second year.” Will tells Fred. You look between the two men in front of you.
“O-okay.” Fred didn’t know what to say because William wraps his arm around you and his mind goes blank. “I-I need to go. Nice seeing you love, I-I mean y/n.” Fred mumbles out before quickly walking away from you and William.
“He seemed like a nice guy darling. How are you feeling?” William asks you, you could feel tears burning your eyes. Maybe you weren’t ready to see him after all.
“I-I can’t do this, p-please take me home.” You whisper to him. He nods his head as he wraps his hands around you and you two disappear from the Weasley home without saying anything to anyone but you were sure Hermione and Ron would understand.
Fred couldn’t think straight right after excusing himself from you and William he ran up to his childhood bedroom. He couldn’t breathe, the walls were falling on to him. You moved on from him, you had someone new. The worst thing was that William seemed like an amazing man. You seemed happy, you were fine but he wasn’t. He couldn’t move on from you; he could never do it because everything comes back to you. You were the love of his life and he had lost you.
A/N:Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged! It means a lot to me when you guys leave comments of what you think!!!
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.
Synopsis: Reader recounts the events that led to her heartbreak and where she is now
Word count: 1.4k+
Warnings: Angst. Dumbasses, literally everyone is a dumbass. Some very questionable writing.
A/N: Oof, I don’t know how I feel about this bad boy. I wrote it at 2:00 in the morning because it’s freezing in my dorm room and I can’t sleep. There isn’t any dialogue, so it’s quite different than my normal dialogue heavy style.
Girl code, it’s the bane of my existence and the cause of my seemingly never ending heartbreak. Then again, part of this is my fault, I was never supposed to crush on my best friend’s brother. But people always told me that love would come when I would least expect it and that I wouldn’t be able to choose whom I fell for. And I hate to admit it, but they were right. I didn’t choose to fall for Fred, nor would I have ever chosen to.
Ginny and I became fast friends when she was a first year, I was technically a second year but I had transferred after one year at Durmstrang, so we were both new and attached to each other. Through my friendship with her I met the rest of the Weasley’s and soon they all became like brothers to me. I would spend every waking minute with at least one of the Weasley’s, I had formed an unbreakable bond with all of them, and to this day I wouldn’t be able to explain how.
Fred was always the clingiest; pushing his siblings out of the way in order to sit next to me in the great hall, studying with me in the library (I would study, and he would come up with ideas for his and George’s business), cuddling up to me on the couch when we would, as a group, sit and talk in front of the fire in the common room, hold my hand in the hallways while he walked me to class, and have his leg pressed into mine when there was more than enough room in the train car not to be pushed up against my side. He was the clingy overprotective brother figure, until he wasn’t.
I made the mistake of telling Ginny when my feelings for the eldest twin started to change, I was just so confused I needed to let it out. I’ll never forget the look of hurt that flashed across her face when the tretorius, to her, words left my lips. She thought it gross and weird that I had feelings for her older brother, the same person I had called one of my honorary brothers not a week before my confession to her. It’s not like I wanted the conflicting emotions, it’s not like I wanted to stare at his lips every time he talked and wonder how they would feel against mine, nor did I want to get lost in his chocolatey brown eyes every time I happened to meet his eye, and I especially didn’t want my daily massaging of his scalp to become weird because I started to hyperfocus on hos his fair felt slipping through my fingers and wondering what his reaction would be if I happened to ‘accidently’ tug on the ends.
It all started to come to a head one day when Fred skipped Defense Against the Dark Arts in order to spend my free period with me. The ginger had snuck me into the boys dormitory, luckily none of his roommates were ill and were all in class, so we had the whole room to ourselves. We cuddled up on his bed talking and playing the gameboy I had gotten that Christmas from my parents. He had told me some stupid joke about Snape that had my in stitches, and while I was laughing his fingertips started to stroke up and down my side. I stopped laughing when what he was doing, my eyes snapped up to his face where I noticed that he was already staring down at me. He unceremoniously leaned forward and crashed his lips onto mine. I immediately got lost in the feeling, giving into the crush I had been harboring for a few months at that point.
I was knocked out of the trance his lips put me into when George came barreling through the dorm room door to tell us that my free period was over. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on me, gone was the warm happy feeling and the tingly lips, quickly replaced by stomach churning guilt and fear. Fear of losing Fred or Ginny, even worse, losing them both.
I almost immediately confessed to Ginny what had happened, the guilt eating away at my stomach lining in the mere hour that I had kept it from her. I expected her to get mad at me, to yell at me, but all she did was reassure me that everything would be okay when I started to cry. But I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t pleased that her brother and I had kissed, so I started to pull away. I went an entire week not talking to a single Weasley, even though Fred had tried relentlessly to get me to talk to him. When I finally did I told him that I couldn’t date him, not then at least, maybe when we had all graduated from Hogwarts and dating a friend’s sibling would no longer seem to be the end of the world.
I was heartbroken when I told Fred I couldn’t date him, and all I wanted to do when I saw the heartbreak on his own face was to kiss the pain away. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t hurt Ginny, I couldn’t hurt her. She was my very best friend and I couldn’t risk hurting her. So Fred and I naturally drifted, but Ginny and I stayed close. In order to keep the other Weasley siblings from knowing the full extent of what happened, I had pulled away from everyone that wasn’t Ginny. I no longer wrote to Charlie or Bill unless they wrote me first (which they almost never did), Percy was too busy with his duties to even notice, George knew so it was no surprise to him when I did pull away, and Ron was none the wiser because he was far too busy with Harry and Hermione.
The years since the kiss had passed slowly, agonizingly so. Fred seemed to have moved on from meno longer staring at me from across the common room, nor trying to sit near me in the Great Hall. But I hadn’t fared that well; I dreamt of his brown eyes and freckled face almost every night, I stared longingly at him when we were in crowded rooms, I would go to every single quidditch match to cheer him on but I’d slip out of the crowd and back into the dorms when kids rushed the field to congratulate the winners and on nights when I really missed him I would stare at the moving pictures I had of us buried deep under my socks so no one would no that I was still clinging to him and to our memories.
So it really shouldn’t surprise me that he has moved on, that he just asked Angelina out. She’s gorgeous and they’re both on the quidditch team, she already has more in common with him than I do. But I also shouldn’t have the burning flames of jealousy deep in my gut, he’s happy and I should be happy for him. But I just can’t be. I had held onto the hope for years that he would wait for me, that once we graduated we could finally date, that Ginny would be too busy on a professional quidditch team somewhere to care that her best friend was dating her brother.
But he didn’t wait for me, and I can’t blame him for that. As I lay curled up in my little twin bed silently sobbing as to not wake any of the other girls up, I think of where I went wrong. I think of the girl code and how much it sucks, because if there weren’t some unwritten set of rules drilled into girls’ heads at a young age, then I might be happy. I think of Ginny, and how if it weren’t for her I never would have worked up the nerve to talk to the guy that is arguably the love of my life, but I also never would have felt the greatest heartbreak because I decided to protect her feelings and our friendship. I think of how I’m too late and that I wish I had just told Fred how I felt, but a tiny little part of me wishes I had never met him so the hurt and ugly green monster of jealousy would just go away.
