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.

talk too much || f.w.

x slytherin fem!reader

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.