MY BOY ~ Fred Weasley

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings:Angst

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

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

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

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5 months ago

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

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

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

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

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5 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who Do You Choose?

Based on this request: Hi, thank you so much that’s so nice of you!! Made my day ahha. In my dr I can never choose between Oliver wood or Fred Weasley, so if you could write a one shot about a love triangle between those two that would be so fun. You could choose whoever you want to end up with reader, I would prefer it to be a surprise. I really don’t mind about gender or house or anything, I’m okay to leave that up to you. I do always picture Fred and Oliver as bad boys but I can’t wait to see who you come up with!! Thanks again :) xx

Here you are! I do not own ANY HP characters. They are, unfortunately, the property of J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of injury…open ending?? I think that’s it.

Pairings: Fred Weasley x reader x Oliver Wood

If someone had told you that you would end up in a love triangle with Oliver Wood and the cutest (in your opinion) Weasley, Fred, you would have laughed in their face. After all, what did you have that others didn’t in order to catch the attention of both boys? And yet here you were sitting between both Gryffindors in the Great Hall as you talked excitedly about the next Quidditch match.

It had taken some convincing, but you simply couldn’t choose between the two boys so you and they agreed that you would sort of date both of them. That way, you could take your time deciding who you clicked with more and neither boy got his feelings hurt. You knew that you would eventually have to choose, especially since you were in your final years at Hogwarts and would be moving on to your future careers. But for now, you enjoyed every moment you had together with them.

“You’re coming to the match, right Y/N?” Oliver asked. You nearly rolled your eyes. Quidditch was Oliver’s one true love besides you of course. “I’d never miss the chance to see my boys in action. Of course I’ll be there,” you stated. Fred beamed, wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you a little closer so he could press a kiss to your temple. Of the two, Fred was far more openly affectionate that Oliver, who simply gave you a quick squeeze before pulling Fred away from the table to get ready.

Later that day, you sat in the stands, ready to cheer on your boys, as well as the rest of the Gryffindor team. You weren’t obsessed with Quidditch the way Oliver was, but you were always happy to be there for him and Fred. You watched as Oliver blocked pass after pass of the Quaffle and Fred smacked Bludgers away from other players with ease. With every play, you got more and more excited. At least, until it happened.

Fred sped over next to Oliver, whacking a Bludger away and causing Oliver to lose focus for a moment. The Quaffle hit him dead in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. He caught the ball, but lost his balance. “OLIVER!” you cried as he fell from his broom. Your scream caught Fred’s attention and caused him not to notice the Bludger heading toward him. “FRED! LOOK OUT!”

Luckily, Fred was able to sped away quickly and the Bludger missed. Your heart was still beating hard against your ribcage as you forced your way down to meet up with Oliver and Fred. You could hear Madame Hooch scolding Marcus Flint for his obviously malicious throw. “Are you okay?!” you asked, trying not to get hysterical. Oliver had taken worse hits, but the fall scared you. You couldn’t lie.

“You worry too much,” Oliver told you through a groan. You glared playfully at him. Fred was at your shoulder a moment later. “Yeah they do, but that was quite the fall, Wood.” You glanced at Fred. “Are you okay?” you whispered and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders with a cheeky grin. “Course, love. Takes more than a close call to keep me down.”

The two of you helped escort Oliver to the Hospital Wing, where Madame Pomfrey promptly shooed you away. Even Fred’s charm couldn’t persuade her otherwise. So you waited. You knew you were being overly paranoid. After all, Oliver had taken a Bludger to his head during his first match ever. If he could stand that, a hit with a Quaffle and a fall should be okay…right?

“You’re really worried, huh?” Fred’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. There was an edge to his tone that you hadn’t heard before. Jealousy, maybe? “Yeah, I suppose I am.” Fred nodded, his eyes riveted on you. You asked him what he was thinking.

“Would you react the same if it were me?” You blinked in surprise at the question. “Of course I would!” you answered immediately, “Fred, you know I care for you! Just the same as I care for Oliver!” Fred held up his hands in surrender and apologized. You let out a huff and sat down next to him. He took your hand in his. “What brought this on?” you asked him in hushed voice.

“Things are changing. Wood is leaving soon, you’ll leave the year after, then me the year after that. I think that, eventually, you’ll have to choose.” You stiffened next to him and he continued, “Think about it. You’ll be out there with a job and freedom, while Wood will be playing professional Quidditch and I’ll be stuck here another year. You will have to choose one of us…or neither.” Fred then left you alone with your thoughts.

Deep down, you knew he was right. You just wondered why he started thinking about this so suddenly. Had someone said something? Had he and Oliver been talking behind your back? Was he thinking of leaving the relationship first? Or was Fred truly jealous and had hidden it well until your reaction to Oliver’s injury? You didn’t know the answer to any of those questions. What you did know what that you didn’t want to choose, but you also didn’t want to hurt either of them.

Fred was sweet and charming. His mischief always made you smile, even when you were the victim of his pranks. They were harmless after all. You got on with George alright too. Fred had already introduced you to his family and you adored them. Fred made you laugh, always up from the next thing no matter what it was. Bonus points if it could get you both in trouble. Fred kept you on your toes and was openly affectionate in a way Oliver wasn’t.

But Oliver? Oliver was kind and caring. Even if he didn’t show affection in public, he loved to be near you all the time. When you were alone, he loved to cuddle. And he was passionate about so many things besides Quidditch, like he was really good at defensive spells and charms. He was protective without being overly so. He liked to talk about the future with you while Fred wasn’t sure what the future would bring yet. Both boys were two sides of the same Galleon and you loved both of them. And yet, Fred was right. You would eventually have to choose. So, dear readers…who do you choose?

(a/n: I couldn’t choose an ending! So, you get to choose!)

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Beta (Fred Weasley)

a/n: I had a whole frat boy series for the dolan twins and I cannot stay away, frat boys have my heart, both in real life and in imagines. Everything I do in life is for the chads and brads of the world.

beta theta pi has always been a fraternity you were intimidated by. they’re title as top house has always made you feel too insecure to go anywhere near them, but when your best friend starts dating a beta boy you’re forced to face the top house at their annual spring darty (day party for those who are unware)

disclaimer: hogwarts is basically just one greek row shawties. beta boys are hot, so expect the hottest of hogwarts to be in it.

y/f/n = your friend’s name

warnings: alcohol, sexual allusions, fratboy!fred

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As the weather gets warmer on campus, that can only mean one thing: Darty Season. After suffering through the brutal winter, greek row opens up its lawns and lake front docks to the brothers and sisters of the greek system. Being the undisputed top house, Beta Theta Pi’s spring darties are always the most coveted invite. With their massive backyard and gallons of supplied liquor, theres not a soul on greek row who wouldn’t want a taste of the party of a lifetime. Well, except one.

You never bought into the beta supremacy like all of your sorority sister have. To be quite honest, you’re slightly terrified of the brick faced mansion only a block away from you. You’ve never heard anything that bad about the brothers, just that their looks and entitlement make any girl an easy target for heartache. 

Before you came to college, you had a longterm boyfriend who you agreed to stay with as long as possible, even over long distance. However, the summer before you kissed your hometown goodbye, he decided being tied down wasn’t for him and slept with a girl he met at orientation. He was only away for three days. So you kept your distance from beta and all the boys who had the capacity to make you feel as shattered as you did the July morning your ex boyfriend returned from his trip with a hickey on his neck. 

Your distance suddenly became harder to keep when your best friend, your roommate and sorority sister, shacked up with some beta boy she met in her communications class. You warned her as much as you could, her boyfriend being the blonde rich boy every girl whispered about, but Draco proved you wrong the minute he started begging her to be his girlfriend. 

So here you are, next to y/f/n who’s tucked under Draco’s arm as you walk toward the house thats bursting with sound and alcohol. He insisted on walking the two of you to the house, assuring none of the pledges would look at ‘his girl’ the wrong way. You’ve passed the beta house plenty of times over your past two years at school, never once have you gotten over the sinking feeling in your stomach to ever go in.

“Y/n, relax, we’re not a bunch of cavemen,” Draco speaks up once he notices how you’re holding your arms across your chest. Y/f/n told him about why you were so apprehensive about him, about his fraternity, he promised he’d be with you both the whole day. “Lets get something to drink, loosen you both up a bit.”

He takes you both to where there are pledges handing out cans of seltzers and beer and snags you both white claws before they’re gone. He sticks to his word and hangs around the two of you no matter how many times his brothers come up to him and try to convince him to join in on a game of beer di or chicken in the lake. You start feeling bad for him, y/f/n too, you know you’re holding them back in a sense. You tell both of them you’re okay if they want to hang out with his friends once you spot a couple of other girls in your sorority. 

The minutes feel like hours, while you’re having a fine time with your girl friends, you wish this party would end more than anything. Before you know it, y/f/n is screaming your name from the dock, waving you over. Once you get there she’s dragging you toward the lake, urging you to take off your top and shorts so you could play chicken with her and Draco. You immediately agree until you’re hit with the realization that you needed a fourth in order to play chicken.

Enter Fred Weasley. You’ve seen the twins around campus, everyone talks about them. Six foot something with fiery red hair and gorgeous bodies. You’ve seen their bare torsos on more saturday night snapchat stories than you can count. His baby blue swim hang low on his hips, putting his freckle littered chest and abdomen completely on display.

“Fred,” He says casually, reaching out his hand. “Most people call me Weasley, or Freddie.”

Your breath hitches, his hands are massive. You bite your lip to take his hand in yours, you’ve never actually shaken hands with any guy you’ve met at this school. You reply without meeting his burning gaze, “Y/n.”

All he says is a quiet ‘I know’ almost like you weren’t meant to hear it, before y/f/n is calling from Draco’s shoulders for the two of you to hurry up.  Your stomach turns at the thought of being on top of his shoulders. This won’t be a fair fight, Draco isn’t even six foot and Fred is a giant.

You edge closer to the stairs of the dock, Fred just jumps right in. The water is cold, unsurprisingly. Everything in you is praying that the chill of the water cools the flush that is running across your cheeks. Fred dunks his whole body under the water and feels for your ankles to pull you over his shoulders. The grips his huge hands have on the tops of your thighs makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You ready?” He asks once you’re steady on his shoulders. You can’t see his face but you wish you could. His messy, wet hair splayed across his forehead must be a sight to for sore eyes. “I’ve got you tight up there, just don’t tip.”

You tell him you’re good before he makes his way over the Draco with y/f/n on top of him. She’s shorter than you, at least half a foot which makes it easier for you to put your hands on her shoulders to gain control. You’re both laughing as you try and push the other over. You’re almost having too much fun to forget that you’re in a bikini on top of arguable the best looking boy in your year in front of a backyard of hundreds of drunk students. Usually you would be more insecure about your current situation, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Eventually y/f/n loses her balance and topples over, bringing Draco down with her. Fred shouts out in celebration once they emerge front the lake. In a swift motion, his slippery hands pull your body off his shoulders to stand in front of him. His hand absentmindedly goes to your waist as he continues to shout at Draco for ‘being such a loser.’

His smile is radiant. It makes you smile with him and laugh with y/f/n as she rings out her hair. For the rest of the day, Fred barely leaves your side, his hand continues to make its way to hold you close to him by your waist. The drunker you get the less you notice it, you actually sort of like it. Any time a drinking game arises, he immediately pulls you along with him. Beer pong, flip cup, rage cage, he’s always planted next to you as you drink the day away. You meet his twin and his other friends who give him a knowing look when they see you practically joined at the hip.

His friend Blaise can’t help but smile your way, a shit eating grin gracing his features. He whispers something in Fred’s ear which makes him laugh a little. His laugh is perfect, you wouldn’t need even alcohol, you could get completely drunk off his features. You like the beta boys, you can’t understand why you were ever scared of them in the first place. George and Oliver talk to you as if you’ve know them for years, chatting about your mutual friends and your hometowns. You feel comfortable with them, it makes you happy.

“S’getting late,” He says, he isn’t slurring but his wobbly stance gives off that he’s clearly drunk. As the sky turns all shades of orange, you realize just how much time you’ve spent with him. You haven’t seen Draco or y/f/n in a while, meaning their probably up in his room. “I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that,” You protest, shaking your head but he stops you. His hand rests on the side of your neck, making you choke on your breath as you meet his eyes. His lazy smile makes your heart race.

“You’re very pretty, you know that?” He drunkenly stumbles over his words. Your heart is hammering against your rig cage, you feel weirdly sober now that he’s staring into your eyes. “Had class with you last semester, couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

You continue to shake your head, wondering if this day had just been a wild dream and you were going to wake up in yours and y/f/n’s shared room in your pajamas any second. But his hand travelling up your side pulls you into the realization that this is reality.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don’t reply, you simply lift onto your toes to meet his lips with yours. If you were completely sober, you would never be so bold but everything in you was screaming for his touch. His lips are warm, a completely one-eighty from his cold hands against your skin. The party goes on around you but you feel like time stands still in Fred’s embrace. He pulls away from you for just a second to catch his breathe before leaning down to catch you in another kiss. His hand moves from your waist to the small of your back as the kiss deepens.

You eventually pull from each other, breathless, once you feel beer from various cups splash against your skin as a group of boys huddle next to you to sing out whatever song is playing at the moment. You both laugh as you lean your head against his bare chest, drinking in this moment.

“Come on then,” He says, taking your hand in his. Your head is spinning, not from the alcohol, but from the complete state of bliss you’re in. “I’ll grab you a shirt and get you home.”

You walk back to your house, hand in hand with his tee shirt hanging just above your knees, talking about everything under the sun. While the walk itself is short, the moment seems to last forever. When you each your front lawn, he tugs on your hand to pull you into him once more, feeling his soft lips meet yours. Your heart flutters as you walk toward your front door, turning back to him and he smiles at you, making your heart melt.

“Goodnight, Freddie.” You call out from the opened door. He gives you a small waves and tells you he’ll see you soon. Once the door is shut you close your eyes and can’t help but smile. You squeal, causing the girls in your living room to look out the window and see Fred Weasley with his fingers on his lips and a wide smile. They pull you onto the couch and beg you to tell them all about your day in the background of beta theta pi. You can’t contain your grin as you relay today’s events to your sorority sisters.

Maybe beta isn’t so scary after all.

Bang the Doldrums | f.w.

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.

idiot|f.w.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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.”

——–

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.

Shameless // Fred Weasley

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

Word Count - 1.7k

I’m not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

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

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Oh its on.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wish.” I rolled my eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walkman – Fred Weasley

Wow another one huh? Yea :)

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

Word Count - 1.9k

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

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

She didn’t care enough to express it aloud.

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

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

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

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

And so he waited for her to get back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clearly he didn’t have to do much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*This girl was certainly something to him.*

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

“That’s phenomenal!”

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

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

*Their baby*

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

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

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

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

But he did.

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

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

*Well Shit*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“Of course for you.”

*Anything for her.*

Let’s get one thing straight, it doesn’t matter what house you’re in

• Sure, it would be a bonus if you were in Gryffindor because that would mean he wouldn’t have to sneak into your common room to be with you 
• Blood status also doesn’t matter to him
• If he loves you, he loves all of you

The reason you and George are together is all thanks to Fred 

• He had grown sick and tired of George constantly talking about you 
• How pretty you were 
• How nice you smelled 
• How he felt butterflies every time you smiled at him 
• The boy must have been in-love or something
• On the other hand, Fred had found out you had feelings for George by constantly bugging you on the subject till you cracked and told him
• Being the oblivious pair George and you were, neither of you had realised the others feelings 
• This is when Fred decided to take matters into his own hands 
• His plan consisted of locking both you and George in a janitors closet until you both confessed your feelings 
• He had told you guys to meet him in this particular closet for an emergency meeting
• With the two of you being so ignorant, you walked into this closet, wondering where Fred was and why he had chosen such a weird place to meet 
• As soon as you guys crossed the line, that’s when Fred had locked the door 
• “Fred! what are you doing? Let us out!” (you and George started to yell)
• “If you guys want out, then there’s something you should get off your chest first”
• You both knew instantly what he was talking about 
• Fred’s plan was almost fool-proof except for the fact that both you and George had your wands and could just alohomora your way out 
• Oh, wait…
• Fred had known you too well and knew you both always left your wands in the dorm during free time before dinner 
• “Fred this isn’t funny”(George was starting to get on edge)
• “Do you hear me laughing?”
• The closet was small(but who said you found it a problem(; )
• A couple of minutes passed 
• “Look (y/n)…”(George began to say slowly)
• “I- I like you”
• “I like you a lot, more than a friend probably should”(was that his heart pounding in his chest George could hear?)
• At that moment your head shot up to meet his gaze 
• Did he just confess his feeling to you?
• Did he feel the same?
• Hope began to form in your heart 
• “George…”(he was ready for his heart to be broken)
• “I’ve felt that way since I first met you”(a smile began to break on your face)
• When I tell you that that boys smile lit up the room 
• Nothing more was shared at that moment except for a hungry kiss 
• He had been craving your lips for awhile now 
• Of-course the moment only lasted so long before Fred swung the door open
• “Ew, gross guys!”
• The two of you just grinned 

If you are not in Gryffindor, then your days usually consisted of sneaking into the others common room

• It’s a usual thing
• Cuddling on the couch 
• Playing board games 
• Your friends(and others in your house) are used to seeing George around 
• Surprisingly, you guys have never been caught(thanks to the marauders’ map)

He’s always waiting outside of the common room so you guys can walk to breakfast together

• You guys always sit next to each other in the great hall
• If you are in a different house, he will walk you to your common room at the end of the day and give you a kiss goodnight(which usually gets a bit heated)

Pet names

• Darling and gorgeous are his most used
• You can’t help but get butterflies every-time those words roll of his tongue
• “Well hello gorgeous” 

Small forms of PDA

• Hand holding 
• Arm around your shoulder 
• Arm around your waist 
• Temple kisses 
• Cheek kisses 
• Knuckle kisses 
• He LOVES it when you play with his hair and just melts into your touch 

I have a theory that the twins give the BEST hugs

• Bear hugs that engulf you
• Hugs from behind where he pulls you closer to him
• (and he’s always so warm…like what?)

You love wearing his jumpers

• Yes, they are always baggy on you
• You love the smell of them though(strawberries, vanilla and a bit of a smoky hint)because it’s just like having George there
• He gives you one of his jumpers to keep so you would stop stealing all his other ones
• It’s your favourite item of clothing and you always wear it to bed

Your first “I love you” came out of nowhere

• The two of you were in the common room studying for an upcoming test
• You should have been in your bed by now but of-course this test was more important than your exhaustion
• With papers strewn across the table and your hand cramping from writing, you continued with your work, although George had stopped
• Suddenly, you had become aware of him gazing at you
• “Can I help you?”
• “It’s nothing, you’re just…so beautiful”
• You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks
• “I love you”
• The phrase was just audible
• You had looked up in shock unsure if you had heard right
• George was yet to comprehend what he had said when it all hit him
• “Oh (y/n), I’m sorry! It just sort of slipt out- I didn’t mean to say it- I mean I want to say it because I love you but not that-”
• You just chuckled at his constant rambling
• “George, calm down, I love you too”
• “I don’t want to make you se- wait, what did you just say?”
• “I love you too”(you said it gently)
• “Really..?”(he didn’t sound too convinced)
• In gesture, you gave him a sweet kiss, melting into the moment
• It seemed to calm his mind

Spending summer and Christmas at the burrow

• Molly loves you 
• She knits one of her famous sweaters for you for Christmas  
• If you are muggle-born(or even half-blood), Arthur loves when you tell stories about muggle life 
• When Ron was younger, he had a BIG crush on you 
• Now when he thinks about it, he just gets embarrassed
• Ginny looks up to you(and thinks you’re a bad bish)
• You and Ginny love to have sleepovers together and gossip about all the people in Hogwarts
• You also get filled in on all her latest “love life” with Harry  

Fred is one of your best and closest friends 

• He is happy that George found someone to make him happy 
• You’re Fred’s wing-women(although he doesn’t agree because you haven’t done the best of jobs)
• You guys love to tease George together 
• Although it’s mainly just Fred teasing you and George 
• “Can you guys get a room?!”
• It was in those moments that Fred may have regretted locking you guys in that closet 
• As much as he loves you, he does get a bit tired of hearing George talk about you all-day(nothing changed since he confessed his feelings for you)  

Lee is also a close friend to you 

• It was only inevitable for you guys to bond with the twins being best friends with him
• Many times have the two of you tried to get back at Fred and George with a prank 
  
• Sadly, the twins somehow always manage to know what you guys are planning 
• Let’s just say they prank you guys twice as hard for trying to outdo the masters 

The twins are always playing “light” pranks on you 

• From dying your hair bright pink
• To slipping a small amount of love potion into your drink 
• It’s always a risk being around the two of them 
• They love to get you involved in their pranks 
• This usually means standing guard though):

You remember this one time in potions when you were first learning about amortentia

• There was a fresh batch of it at the front of the class and everyone around the room was trying to get a whiff 
• “Do I even have to ask what it smells like to you darling?” 
• You closed your eyes and gave a sharp inhale 
• “Vanilla, candy apples and amber” (you had said it so innocently)
• George’s face was painted in horror 
• “What?!” 
• He was in disbelief because he KNEW he didn’t smell of amber or vanilla 
• “CEDRIC?!” (the twins spoke rather loudly in unison)
• “But- I- wha-”(George began to stutter on)
• At that point, you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer 
• “I’m only joking!”
• When I tell you how quick that boy calmed down 
• “Oh thank Merlin”
• That was revenge for staining your teeth blue for a whole week!
• In all honesty, the pained look on George’s face when he realised you may not love him pained your heart 
• On the other hand, Fred thought it was hilarious 

(If) you play quidditch for Gryffindor, then you are a chaser, otherwise, you are whatever position you got placed into 

• If you are not in Gryffindor, then you are always watching the quidditch game and supporting the twins(unless it’s your house playing)
• He loves to find you in the crowd 
• You’re his #1 fan 
• Steamy kisses after the game
• If they win the game then it’s going to be a lot more than kissing(;
• He has ended up in the hospital wing a couple of times because of the game
• It has never been too serious but you still can’t help but worry for him 
• “You know, even with a black eye and bloody face, I’m still the better-looking twin”
• Fred just cracked up 
• “He must still be a bit loopy from all that pain killer”

If you don’t play quidditch, then George has defiantly tried to teach you

• It didn’t go too well
• You ended up falling off the broom at only 1 meter off the ground
• Face-planted into the grass
• Ended with you having a dislocated jaw
• George felt guilty for the rest of the month and wouldn’t stop apologising
• Meanwhile, Fred had fallen on his ass from laughing too hard

Trips to Hogsmeade

Raiding Honeydukes

Dates at the Three Broomsticks

Drinking enough butterbeer to get tipsy 

Lots of puns and dad jokes 

• You were once learning how to produce a Patronus in DA when someone had just spelled a deer
• You looked over at George to see him struggling a bit with the spell
• And that’s when the awful pun left his mouth
• “Oh deer, I just can’t seem to produce a Patronus” 
• You tried to hold in your laugh 
• “Shove off Weasley”

He takes you to the Yule Ball

• It’s a magical night 
• Full of dancing 
• Screaming the lyrics to the songs playing 
• Drinking fire whisky that Fred had smuggled in
• Drunk snogging to the point where Snape found you guys and took 5 points off each of you 

Dancing around the common room 

Sneaking into the kitchens to steal food 

Tickle fights(I feel like George is very ticklish)

Swimming in the Black Lake on a dare 

Snowball fights in the winter 

He never fails to make you laugh

He is more of the shy, reserved twin 

• Sometimes you just have to remind him that he is loved and noticed 
• He will compare himself to Fred and it will never be positive 
• You will reassure him and hold him for however long he needs
• If what he needs is a good vent then you are ready to listen no matter what you are doing 
• He is more important 

He is also more of the jealous twin 

• Don’t get me wrong, he won’t go all psycho boyfriend when he sees another guy talking to you 
• He respects you and knows you would never leave him for someone else 
• But if there is flirting going on or the guy is trying to make a move 
• Let’s just say his temper won’t last long 
• “Hello darling”
• Que passionate kiss between George and you 
• “Sorry mate, she’s already taken”
• You had never seen a guys face go paler 
• Or seen George go so smug 

He always knows what to do when you’re sad

• He will listen to your every last word if you have to vent 
• Or he will hold you in his arms for hours while whispering sweet nothings into your ear if all you want to do is cry it out 
• By the end of it, you can’t help but feel just a little bit better because of him 

He loves to hear about your day and you can’t deny that he is the best listener

He low key has separation anxiety  

He LOVES to spoon

• Definitely the big spoon
• Although he can’t help but love to be the little spoon sometimes 
• “Hey um…Do you mind if we?…”
• “You wanna be the little spoon?”
• “Yes please…”
• He’s smiling on the inside 

He may be a little shy in public but he’s a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean(;

• He’s usually top but it drives him crazy if you switch rolls 
• I feel like he’s a hair puller?
• Will always make sure you’re comfortable with everything 
• Super gentle at times 
• But also can be rough… 
• Would never do anything that would hurt you 
• Lots of cuddling after 

He loves to give you flowers just to see you get all flustered

• One time he stole flowers from the school grounds
• Little did he know, Mcgonagall had seen the whole thing
• “Mr Weasley, are those flowers from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse?”
• The look on his face was a dead give away
• “Funny story actually Professor…”
• Let’s just say it wasn’t the funniest of stories

Braiding his longer hair 

Showers together 

Piggyback rides to class

Studying in the library with Fred(but he usually just gets bored and leaves)

He reads to you 

Basically he is perfect in every way and will love you till the end 

Slytherin, reluctantly apologizing to Gryffindor: Sorry for being mean even though you deserved it.

Ravenclaw: You have a lot of nerve coming in here.

Ravenclaw’s Depression: You have a lot of nerve being alive.

Ron, trying to sound smart to impress Hermione: At this rate, the rate at which rates are increasing will increase at unprecedented rates.

Slytherin, getting ready to ask Hufflepuff’s parents for her hand in marriage:

Hufflepuff: Oh, baby! Don’t be so nervous!

Slytherin, visibly nervous: I’m not nervous. They should be nervous.

Gryffindor: A shark could swim faster than me, but I could definitely run faster than a shark.

Ravenclaw: Yeah! So in a triathlon, it would all come down to who is the better cyclist between the both of you.

*Ordering a cake on the phone*

Baker: What would you like your cake to say?

Gryffindor: *covers phone* Do we want a talking cake?

Hufflepuff: Obviously.

*sounds of despair from Ravenclaw*

Blaise: What is wrong with you?

Draco: Idk, man. Just haven’t been feelin’ fly like a g6 lately.

Slytherin: Ravenclaw told me to treat her like a princess. So, I married her off to a random stranger to strengthen the alliance with France.

Slytherin: Hey guys, can we normalize being amazing and beautiful and flawless? I’m getting kind of tired of being ashamed of it.

Ravenclaw: *closes book*

Ravenclaw’s brain: Now what?

Ravenclaw: *opens book again*

Blaise: Don’t let another person ruin your day.

Draco: Yeah, ruin your own damn day.

Hermione: Santa isn’t real, Ron.

Ron: Ok?? I literally saw him at the mall.

Molly Weasley, hoping for a normal day: Good morning, Fred. Good morning, George.

Fred and George: We’re gonna try to become left handed today.

Ginny: idk why my friends ask me for relationship advice. Sis, just put sugar in his gas tank.

Bouncer: I can’t let you guys in here.

Ron and Harry: Why?

Bouncer: A permission slip signed by Hermione is not a valid form of ID.

Gryffindor: Ravenclaw will literally ask for your opinion and then tell you you’re wrong.

Draco: ugh, i feel so ugly today

Blaise: no man you look great

Draco: i know i just wanted to hear you say it

Gryffindor: You won’t like me when i’m angry

Slytherin: I don’t like you ever

Hufflepuff: i don’t have it in me to grind like i’m sorry

Hufflepuff: i was put on this earth to eat berries and play in the ocean