Enjoy!! Does include some serious smut at the bottom!!
A smile rested upon your cheeks as you watched from afar. More so watching the one and only Fred Weasley as he was trying some of his new puking pastilles on the 1ST years. Watching as their faces twisted in disgust, and the laughter that flowed from Fred.
You were brought back to reality by a swift hand brushing your shoulder, you softly groaned as you turned away.
“Too busy watching lover boy?” your best friend Meg smirked as she watched the blush wash over your pale face.
You couldn’t find the words to try and excuse yourself from the embarrassment of watching the boy you have had a crush on for what seems like forever.
“You-uh-uh oh shush” you stuttered, only causing a bellowing laugh from your best friend as she took the seat next to you. You just gave her a small smile, clearly still embarrassed that she had caught you looking once again.
“Maybe you could start with hello…. instead of watching him from across the room.” She said softly as she watched you slowly turn your attention back to Fred and the smile that lit up his face.
“Hello? He wouldn’t even know who I was if I tried.” You said the defeat clearly lacing your tone as your smile slowly fell from your face.
Your best friend’s smile fell as she saw the defeat clear upon your features, “How could he not know the smartest witch in his year? If he doesn’t clearly, he’s dumber than I thought” she said bluntly, an echoing laugh coming from you.
“You do know that I can’t even say two words to him, correct? Who would be interested in that?” You murmured, carefully pushing your glasses farther onto your face. Sadness laced your tone. You knew that Fred would never be interesting in you. He wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction. You were like the Hermione Granger of Slytherin. And as your mother would say… “No one likes a know it all.”
Your best friend sighed; she knew where you mind went- “Then maybe he is just dumb” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. A giggle erupted from your throat, catching her off guard.
The both of you fell into a fit of giggles, unable to control the laughter than echoed through the hall. It felt like it was only the two of you, and her comment was the funniest thing in the world.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, as your giggles echoed through the hall you had caught the attention of a certain red head.
He watched on from across the Great Hall- watching as you tried to catch your breath from the laughter that rocked your chest. He could just barely make out the tears running down your face from the utter amusement.
He only wondered what was so funny. He continued to look on from his spot at Gryffindor table. Carefully watching as you wiped the tears falling down your cheeks, some splattering onto your green tie and white shirt.
You sat there, carefully wiping the falling tears from your face. It was the hardest you had laughed in a long time, the utter amusement of your best friend’s tone just sent you into a fit of giggles.
Placing your glasses back onto your face, you turned in the direction of the man you so desperately wanted to be yours.
But you were shocked… He was already looking at you, a soft smile etched on his features.
You looked away quickly, a red, hot blush spreading over your features as you hide your face in your long blonde hair. It was as if breathing became more difficult. You couldn’t believe he was looking at you, let alone the fact that you caught him looking.
Your eyes went wide, and blood ran cold as you realized- He caught you looking too…
Carefully, yet quickly you gathered your things. Praying he wasn’t watching you as you shoved your toast in your mouth- while simultaneously grabbing your bag and wand.
You brushed past your best friend, whispered a quick sorry as you rushed so very quickly out of the Great Hall. Praying that you weren’t being followed by the one person you knew you couldn’t face.
The empty corridors echoed as you rushed through, trying to get away from the interaction with Fred. Hoping that he really wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see how flustered you got by the eye contact.
But you knew deep down, he was looking at you. You also knew, this time he actually saw you, not the small, quiet, wickedly smart Slytherin girl he sits behind in Potions.
Thoughts spun through your head, unaware of the footsteps following you. The echoes becoming even more overwhelming as your heart beat out of your chest.
You were in such a rush to get away, you didn’t even notice that you rushed into the restricted section of the castle. You just continued to try and get as far away from everyone and everything as possible.
You were drawn from your thoughts as you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm, carefully spinning them towards you.
You heart dropped as you spun around coming face to face with a certain freckled face, who was taking in your features slowly.
“Hey” he said, almost in a shy tone.
You opened your mouth, but you knew no words would come out. Taking a deep breath, you uttered the only sentence you could, one you have been trying to say forever.
“Hi Fred” you said, shyness also lacing your tone. It was the one sentence you had been trying to say since you met him 1ST year.
“You know you didn’t have to run out, right?” He said softly, letting go of your arm as he watched a blush coat your features once again.
“I-uh-uh-I I was embarrassed… it obviously wasn’t my best moment.” you said, clearly just defeated that you had been caught, not only looking at him but also running away.
He opened his mouth to softly comfort you, but he was interrupted by a sharp meow.
Both your eyes went wide as you saw Mrs. Norris and her blood red eyes looking narrowly at the two of you. You knew that Filch wasn’t far behind.
Fred gently grabbed your hand, pulling you down the corridor. You short legs barely catching up with his long steps he was taking. You both sighed as he pulled you inside a dark closet.
The meows distanced themselves from the outside of the door, silence began to engulf the both of you. It was then that you realized Fred still had a hold of your hand. You carefully pulled away- trying to hold yourself together.
Swiftly you turned back to the door, pulling on the handle gently as you just tried to escape this situation all together.
But the door didn’t open.
“Fred- the door is locked” you said nervously.
He just sighed, brushing past you and roughly pulled on the handle. But of course, it didn’t open for him either.
“I-uh I think we are stuck” he said, laughing as he sulked back into his corner of the closet. His laughter just continued to bounce off the walls.
“Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now. I just want to get out of here.” you hissed unintentionally as you fumbled around the dark closet.
His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You felt the annoyance in his laughter beginning to push your buttons.
Merlin, you were locked in a closet, and he found it more than amusing.
“Glad to know you find this so funny.” You stated, anger dripping from your words.
Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.
“Maybe it’s locked because we need to talk…” he suggested. You knew he wanted to talk about the fact you were looking at him earlier, but you had no words. Nothing to even try to defend yourself.
“Fred- I don’t want to talk” you said, still trying to jiggle the doorknob. You were praying it would just open so you could escape this dreaded conversation.
You knew the minute you opened your mouth that the words of love were going to desperately escape from your locked vault. You were so desperately in love; you didn’t even know what to say to him.
Carefully turning your head, you caught his darker eyes. You could see the lack of sleep covering his features, his soft stubble that was starting to show on his chin, the freckles that danced along his features.
Before you even knew it, you were moving closer. Your lips barely touching his before you felt the fireworks shoot through you. Your eyes opened, looking deeply into his. He was looking just as deeply back into yours.
You leaned forward again, placing a swift hand on his cheek. The fireworks were shooting through you as you kissed him once more. His hand finding it’s way to your hair and around your waist, pulling your smaller figure into him.
Nibbling carefully on his lip, a small moan escaped from his lips. You couldn’t believe that this was happening right now.
His hands slowly made their way down to your ass, squeezing. It drew a loud moan from your throat as you leaned in closer to him.
You pulled away; your lips hot from the kiss. Carefully you undid the buttons to his white button down, feeling his abs as you slowly undressed him. His shirt fell to the floor, as you made your way to his pants, popping the button carefully.
His eyes watched you intensely as you got on your knees, slowly dragging his pants down his legs as you kept eye contact.
His cock clearly outlined in his boxers as you carefully pulled them down his legs as well. You caught his eyes, almost to get his approval before taking his cock in your mouth.
You swirled your tongue around his thick cock, saliva running down your chin as moans softly fell from his lips. His hands found their way to your hair, roughly pulling causing a moan to come from you as well.
You carefully pulled away from him, locking your lips with him once again. His large hands pulled you close, carefully undoing the buttons on your shirt. Slipping it off your shoulders, your white lacy bra showing on your sun kissed skin.
He carefully kissed down your neck, softly sucking as he made his way to your breasts. He carefully caught your eye, silently asking for your approval. You nodded softly, as he undid your bra- softly kissing your nipples and breasts. The moans silently slipped from your lips as you laced your fingers in his ginger hair.
He continued to give your breasts all the attention as you moaned more, “Freddie… fuck me. I need you”
A wicked smile crossed his features as he carefully lifted your skirt to reveal the lack of underwear you were wearing.
“Oh- naughty. No panties?” He moaned, pressing hot kisses to your neck.
“All for you…” you moaned as you turned your back to him, bending over. His hand brushing against your nub, carefully swirling in circles before you felt his tip graze against you.
His tip was at your entrance, teasing you gently. You moaned at the contact before he entered you in one quick move, your moans echoing through the closet. Fred continuously pounding deeply into you, as he pulled your hair.
He carefully flipped your around, his lips slamming onto yours. The hot closet and Freddie inside of you sent your body into overdrive. He quickly picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
Your climax was fast approaching, and Fred could feel you beginning to tighten around him. He carefully reached down rubbing your sensitive nub.
“Are you mine? Tell me baby” He groaned out as he continued to slam into you.
“Y-Y-Yo-Yours” you moaned loudly, as your climax overcame you. Fred could feel you pulsating around him which only caused him to lose it. He moaned as he filled you up with his hot seed, causing you to moan at the contact.
Your legs felt like jell-o, as you carefully pulled your shirt back on. Quickly turning to Fred, placing a soft kiss on his lips as you turned, pushing open the door which thank goodness was unlocked now.
Sending a wink in Fred’s direction as he pulled his clothes back on. He sent you a soft smile, knowing good and well he was going to see you later. You carefully turned, heading towards your common room.
And all of a sudden you were wondering where you got the confidence, as you slowly skipped away from Fred. But you knew that the closet, and those moments with him had changed you forever.
“Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now.” you hissed as you fumbled around the dark closet.
His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You inner annoyance reaching a new high when it came to him.
Merlin, we were locked in a closet and he found it more than amusing.
“Glad to know you find this so funny.” You stated, anger dripping from your words.
Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.
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A/N: requests are open, this is my first fic please don’t be mean
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My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.
Y/n and Fred had been dating for almost five months and for y/n it was the most amazing thing in the world cause she was totally in love with him, she knew he was the one when he first saw him at the burrow when they were 5 and since then he has always being her crush, so five months ago at the start of the 7th year when he confessed his feeling towards y/n she couldn’t believe it, at first she thought it was some kind of prank by the way he said it.
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5 months ago
“Y/n i have to tell you something that is a matter of life or death”, Fred said with a grin on his pretty face, she didn’t even was paying attention to what he was saying she was just too mesmerized with his beauty, “Are you listening to me ?, Fred asked seeing that she was not paying attention he decides to go straight to the point, “I was saying that you are my crush”, Fred said with a smirk.
Y/n was astonished everything crossed her mind, “is this for real?”, she said but Fred didn’t answer so she felt right to tell him the truth about her feelings, “Fred i’ve being in love with you since we met when we were five, at first it wqs just a silky crush but we gotbolder and got into hogwarts and i realized it wasn’t just a silly crush, what im trying to say is… im in love with you Fred Weasley”, he didn’t know how to react and he just said “i love you” and hugged her.
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My boy’s being sus and he don’t know how to cuss. He just sounds like he’s tryna be his father (Who are you?). My boy’s an ugly crier but he’s such a pretty liar and by that I mean he said he’d “change”.
Everything happened so quick, Fred didn’t realized how fast this was going and now they’ve been dating for five months, “When are you going to tell her the truth?”, George asked Fred not realizing someone was listening, they should have been more careful and not be talking this in the common room where everyone could hear them “I don’t want to tell her, is going to break her heart she is the sweetest girl i know”,Fred said with guilt on his face, “Freddie you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”, George said annoyed almost screaming,” Yeah? Well this would never have happened if you hadn’t made me do that stupid bet, it’s all your fault”,Fred said angry.
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5 months ago
“Freddie im telling you she likes you”,George said while laying in his bed in their dorm, “No she doesn’t,we’ve been friends since forever believe me if she liked me as more than friends i would know dear brother”, Fred said calmly and confident, “well then if you are so sure about that…”, George said with a grin, “Go on..”, “Let’s make a bet, 5 sickles that she is in love with you”, “you’re on”, Fred said with confidence and he was sure that he would win the bet, after all she knew y/n for years.
Fred was walking on the halls of Hogwarts and spot y/n a few meters away, he thought it was the perfect moment to prove George that he was wrong, but when she started telling that she loved him he didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t tell her that it was all a bet and that he wasn’t in love with her, so he told y/n that he loved her too, i mean he wasn’t absolutely lying right?, he did love her but not the way she wanted to.
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Y/n wanted to surprise Freddie with a gift from hogsmeade we wanted since forever but he couldn’t afford it, so she started saving some money to give it to him, she was so excited to see his reaction that she couldn’t wait to give it to him and going as fast as she could she went to the common room, she spoted Fred right away, but she heard something that she shouldn’t have heard, “Freddie, you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”.
She just stood there frozen, astonished, broken, without even realizing she started crying and sobbing, Fred and George turn around and saw y/n standing there crying, “y/n i can explain”, fred said with guilt on his eyes, she didn’t even bother on going away from him, she couldn’t even if she wanted to, Fred tried to explain everything to her but she wasn’t listening she was just wishing that all of this was a nightmare that soon she would wake up and hug Fred and he would comfort her and tell her it was just a bad dream that everything is alright but obviously it didn’t happen, she came out of her trance as soon as she heard Fred said “im sorry but im never going to love you, not the way you want me to”, she didn’t utter a word she just left and went to her dorm.
My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.
It has been 4 months since y/n’s heart have been broken, she tried to move on, she tried to fool herself into believing she didn’t love him anymore so she started dating other guys but nothing ever lasted, until she started dating Matt a slytherin guy, he treated her well, he was kind, sweet and always gave her flowers, he loved her and she loved him back but she knew she would never be able to love someone the way she loved Freddie.
Fred stood in the hall watching how Matt gave yellow flowers to y/n, her favourite flowers, everytime Fred smell those flowers it reminds him of her, her scent, her laugh and her beauty, he then realized he did loved her as more than friends, but know it was too late because she was happy with someone else and he wouldn’t ruin that for her, he fucked up and there was nothing that he could do about it, it’s not like he could go back in time and fix it all… or can he?.
You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye. You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye.
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Feel free to share the playlist!
Here’s the link:
Update: for the past few months a spam account called “RapGame” has been spamming the playlist with an entire album of a amateur band called Morisdown. I’ve tried to report them several times but Spotify doesn’t have a report spam option. I’ve been deleting them everytime but they pop up again after a day or 2. So if you often listen to a playlist and you notice these songs in there, please delete them and report the account. Thanks!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
We’re off to a great start! 27 songs already! But of course we’d all love for you to share even more songs that remind you of Fred and/or George! Any song you like can be added!
I would also love to know the reason why it reminds you of them or what you imagine while listening to the song(s)
Slowly peeling my eyes open, I smiled and snuggled further into the soft confines of the small villas sheets. The sun was peaking over the surrounding town houses and cast a soft orange glow over the bedroom. I turned to see George, whose messy hair was splayed across the pillow, long limbs tangled in the sheets.
I shuffled to press kisses along his back, hot skin pressing against my own as the tall man was roused from sleep. He moaned a little, arm reaching back to circle around my waist and tug me into his side.
I giggled in his ear as I gently nibbled the lobe. “Morning, Mr. Weasley.”
He peeped one eye open with a small smile. “Goodmorning, Mrs. Weasley.” His voice was gravelly with sleep. “How did you sleep?”
“Good, yourself?” I stroked my fingers through the knots in his hair.
“Beautifully next to my wife.” He sponged a kiss to my lips.
“My husband, with me, on our honeymoon.” I hummed back. “Seems too good to be true, doesn’t it?”
“I am an utter catch, you’re very lucky.” He winked back as he eased me onto my back and peered down at me. “You look wonderful in the mornings.”
I blushed and covered my eyes. “Morning breath and all?” I teased back.
“Lemme get my camera.” George quickly hopped out of bed, jumping as I quickly slapped his bare behind as he rummaged through out luggage.
Whilst he was there, he pulled on a pair of boxers and clambered onto the bed, standing over me. He angled the camera down to me where I posed: arms above, hair wild, lips pouted and eyes pinched closed. What was meant to be one photo ended up being a whole roll, George directing me into different silly poses before settling down with me and snapping a few cheesy shots of our lips pressed together.
“I’m starved.” I groaned as I slipped in my underwear and looked at the array of dresses Ginny had packed for me.
“That one,” George recommend as he pulled his trousers up his legs. The dress was a mid length, cream, tiered dress with thin straps; perfect for the hot Italian summer we found ourselves in. “There’s a coffee shop down the road, could walk there and then into town?”
“Perfect.” Hair and make up done, we set off down the street, hand in hand as we talked mindlessly about the day ahead.
George had made the joke When In Rome nearly fifty times by the time we were done with breakfast, and I had to bribe him with ice cream to get him to stop. Walking into town, we weaved up and down the many allyways lined with small shops, dipping into each one. George bought me a beautiful bracelet and I bought him a book he’d been longing for, along the way he snapped candid and posed photos of me.
We sat outside, sipping cool coffee and sharing a punnet of strawberries and George mindlessly fiddled with my wedding ring.
“Look good?” I asked.
“Looks perfect.” He replied back, pressing a kiss to the metal.
I gazed around the busy square, catching the eye of a busker who was playing the guitar. He gestured to George and I, a small smile spreading on my lips as I nodded. Tugging George from off the bench, he stared confused down at me as the guitarist began playing an upbeat tune.
“What are you doing?” He asked as I began to move to the music, his nervous eyes flitting around as more people began to stare at us.
“Dancing! Come on.” I tugged him closer to me and began childishly prancing around with him.
George soon let loose and began dancing as well, the guitarist laughing loudly. A small crowd of adoring eyes watched us and the love we displayed as we both became breathless. The song came to a close as the crowd clapped us.
“Take a bow, my lovely wife.” George teased.
I bowed next to him, George tugging me into a kiss as the crowd began to disperse. Offering the player some money, we began to aimlessly walk around the city again.
Many sights, bars, parks and shops later we found ourselves in a small restaurant near our villa. We were tucked away at the back of the restaurants garden, belly’s as full as our hearts as George continued to play with my wedding ring, a habit I wondered would last all our marriage.
“What did you think of me when you first met me?” George asked.
We’d had this conversation many times before. “I didn’t like you.” I laughed. “I thought you were loud and boisterous.”
“Still am.” He winked back.
“What did you think of me?”
He pondered for a moment. “I thought what a lovely wife you’d make.”
“You did not!” I giggled.
“I did, cross my heart!” He laughed back. “I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on. I told Freddie I’d make you my wife one day.”
The mood dipped a little at the painful mention of Fred. “He’d be very proud you kept your word then.” I soothed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
George sadly nodded. “He would.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?” I quickly changed the topic.
“I’m more concerned with tonight.” George winked as he pressed kisses down my neck.
“You dog,” I giggled. “You aren’t beat from last night?”
“I could never overindulge on you.” He smiled back. “Besides, we’ve got a family to build.”
“But it’s New Years!” Fred whined from his chair at the table, ignoring his breakfast.
“Freddie, we’ve talked about this.” I said in a motherly tone as I fixed my own breakfast.
“I know I know,” he grumbled. “But why?”
I grabbed my bowl of cereal and went to sit next to Fred, quickly pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Because it upsets your Daddy, when you’re older we’ll explain.”
Fred peered at me. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”
I looked back at my small boy. “Yes, it is.”
“Morning Weasleys!” George called throughout the kitchen, suit barely on as he went to make some toast.
“Morning love.” I smiled back.
“I want fireworks for New Years.”
“Freddie!” I scolded. “What did I say?”
Fred sunk into his chair, crossing his arms and pouting his lips. I looked over to George who had frozen by the counter, face paled and form stiff.
I warily stood and stroked over his arm, back turned to Fred. “You okay, love?” I asked quietly.
His eyes weren’t seeing me, but the memories of who our son was named after. The smell of burning toast wafted through the air which snapped George out of his trace.
“Shit.” He muttered as he popped the toaster and looked at the black bread. “Well…coffee it is.”
“George-“
“I’m fine.” He snapped, pouring a mug full of energy.
“Okay…” I mumbled, leaning up to kiss his cheek before throwing a disapproving look at Fred.
The small boy had bubbled in anger for a while, and he finally burst. “All the other kids at school get to see fireworks and I never do!” Fred yelled as he slid off his chair. “And it’s all because of your stupid brother!”
“Fred Weasley you go to your room this instant and don’t come down until you’ve leant to control your tongue!” I yelled.
“Fine!” The boy yelled back, a faint sound of feet running up stairs and a slamming door in the house.
I turned to George, who was shrugging on his coat and grabbing his works bag. “Georgie…”
“See you later.” He didn’t kiss me before he left, slamming the front door.
Fred eventually came out of his room with a sorry look on his face. He cried for a while, feeling so terrible about his words, but soon set to work to make it up to his father. After much thought, he decided to make a card and a cake.
The card was a deep blue with the words “Sorry Daddy” written over it, and the contents I wasn’t allowed to read. After that, we made George’s favourite cake: chocolate. We waited patiently for George’s return at the table.
We heard the door open, but the usual “Hello Weasleys!” didn’t ring out. I nudged Fred, who nervously stood as I followed behind him. Card in hand, Fred went to the front door where George was hanging up his bag.
“Daddy?” Fred mumbled out. “I’m very sorry.” He presented the card.
George looked at Fred, then to me, before walking past his son up the stairs, ignoring his apology and card. Fred turned to me with teary eyes.
“Come here puppy.” I crouched and opened my arms, the small boy running and crying softly into my neck.
“He hates me!” He wailed.
“No he doesn’t, he’s just upset.” I soothed, taking him into the living room to comfort him more.
After Fred had calmed down, I left him reading a book as I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. Knocking the door, I didn’t hear a thing before I entered.
The room was dark, blinds drawn, as George lay on his side in bed. He was silent but his breathing told me he was awake. I carefully moved forward, sitting behind him on the edge of the bed. My hand rest against his arm as I softly squeezed.
After a moment I spoke. “He’s very sorry,” I started. “He made you a card and a cake to prove it.”
George didn’t reply.
“He thinks you hate him.” I whispered.
“I don’t hate him.” George grumbled into the pillow.
“You did ignore him.” I pointed out.
George sat up. He’d been crying. His eyes were puffy, cheeks red. “I give that boy everything, and the one thing I don’t allow, he hates me for.”
“He doesn’t hate you.” I repeated my words from the younger Weasley downstairs. “He just doesn’t understand.”
“Maybe it’s time we told him.” George confessed as he gripped my hand tightly. 
“If you’re sure.” I eased, stroking over his knuckles with my thumb.
George nodded and stood, moving to pull the blinds up before making his way to the door. “Wait.” Suddenly he turned, gripped my jaw and pressed a firm kiss to my lips. “For this morning.” He muttered before walking out and down the stairs.
I followed closely behind as he walked into the living room, the small boy too engrossed in his book to acknowledge his parents.
“Freddie.” I prompted.
The small boy jumped and looked up, shoving his book aside and standing in front of his dad. They peered up and down at each other before George sighed and knelt down to Fred’s level.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” Fred said with a tear in his eye.
“It’s okay Freddie, I forgive you.” George smiled. Fred collapsed into his Dads arms as he cried out of pure relief.
Once he’d calmed down, he reached onto the sofa and pulled the card from under his book. “Here, and Mummy and me made you a cake.”
“Thank you, my boy.” George smiled as he read over the card. “But I need to tell you something.”
The boy obediently nodded and allowed his father to pick him up and sit together on the sofa. I sat across the room on an arm chair and let George take his time.
“Freddie, you know the man your name after?” Fred nodded.
“Your brother.” Fred bashfully said.
George nodded. “Him and I were inseparable. We did everything together. We pulled pranks, made jokes…but we also created fireworks.”
“Fireworks!” The boy said excitedly.
“Yeah,” George chuckled. “But…my brother died, Freddie, when he was young. And that hurt me, very much. Some things I just can’t do because it reminds me of him.”
“Like fireworks.” The boy mumbled.
“I’m sorry puppy.” George whispered. “One day, we can.”
That was enough hope for Fred who forgave his dad and wrapped his small arms around his neck. Quickly, Fred bounced of his lap and declared we all needed to try his cake. I walked over to George, sitting down next to him.
“You okay?” I asked as I stroked his hair.
He nodded. “I love you.”
“Dearly.” I replied as I kissed his cheek.
“Mum, which knife should I use?!” Fred called from the kitchen.
“Fred Weasley don’t touch any of the knives!” George and I said at the same time, rushing to save our boy from cutting his fingers off.
