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twelvegods · 3 years

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after all this time

pairing/s; fred weasley x fem!reader

warning/s; angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression

word count; 4.4k

summary; fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.

a/n; feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces

"i don't understand, freddie. why are you—"

"[y/n]! that's enough!" your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. "don't you get it? i'm done. we're done. we're through."

there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you've spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he'd fallen out of love somewhere along the way.

you didn't know when and you didn't know how, you just did. it was evident in his eyes. his tired brown eyes.

it was evident in the way he didn't bother looking for you after classes like he used to do. in the way he brushed you off on date nights when in the past he’d always make an effort. in the way he spent more and more of his time away from you, so different from the way you used to be practically inseparable.

in the way he felt like a stranger when he was your lover.

yet something burned hot in your belly that told you to fight. for this relationship. for your future. but is it really worth fighting for when you know you’ve already lost?

something painful found itself lodged in your throat. maybe it was all the things you wanted to say, but couldn’t.

you knew he wouldn't let you say any of them. nothing could change fred weasley's mind when he's decided.

he was stubborn like that; it used to be one of the things you loved about him. now it came back to bite you in the ass.

you had been fighting against this, against him, for over a month now and it was chipping away at your self worth. enough was enough. you had to let him go. he wanted you to let him go.

"alright. i'll…" you just let the words hang there, unable to find the right ones.

after a moment of steely silence, you just nodded resolutely and turned away, wanting nothing more than to finish this. the sooner you can, the sooner you can start moving on.

how you would do that? well, you supposed you'd figure it out as you went.

"i just," fred spoke up just before you stepped out of hearing range. but you didn't dare turn back around, not when tears were already streaming silently down your face, your heart twisting with every breath.

you were surprised that he had anything left to say to you.

"i can't deal with—with mum breathing down my back, and umbridge, and the shop, and—and you on top of all that. i just can't."

excuses. the git was actually giving you excuses. the audacity.

"so that's that then." your throat was tight, voice hoarse, and you prayed fred didn't notice. not that it mattered. as if he'd do anything about it.

he sighed. "that's that."

without anything else, you started climbing the steps towards your common room, not bothering to spare another glance at fred weasley, who just watched as the love of his life slipped away, numb.

your hand, lodged deep in your pocket, crumpled around your first ultrasound. you were going to tell him, you really were. but how could you when he practically wanted nothing to do with you anymore?

you were three months along.

and that afternoon, fred and his brother made their dramatic exit, throwing up fireworks and tearing up exam papers as they left on their broomsticks. it was the first time you’ve heard of fred so jovial. maybe you really were holding him back. of course, that was something you experienced through word of mouth.

what you didn't know was that prior to their grandiose display, one twin sent the other to look for you, but couldn't find you. not in the common room, or the library, or any classroom. what they didn't know was that you were too busy throwing up in madam pomfrey's clinic to make the time to watch the love of your life leave you all over again.

that same afternoon had you seeking out hermione granger, the brightest witch of her age. you'd approached her in the library, lip quivering, throat tight, as you showed her the crumpled ultrasound, asking for the best cloaking spell she's got.

you could only reuse the 'bloated' excuse so many times before it became suspicious, especially at three months along when 'bloated' isn't really the first word that comes to mind.

hermione took one look at your belly, manually cloaked by your loosest robes, and performed the spell, but not before hissing; "does fred know?"

you didn't meet her eyes. "why would you assume it's his?"

"oh please," she scoffed, crossing her arms. "you don't have the room in your heart for anyone else."

you hated how three years later that was still true.

when it came around to the battle of hogwarts, it was gruesome on both sides of the war, and you were glad your twins, the splitting image of their father and yourself, were safe in the company of your family while you ran through the castle, taking down death eater after death eater, covered in ash, blood, and bruises. and when their faces flashed through your head as a gut feeling pulled you in the direction of the room of requirement, you were running like hell.

you didn’t know what it was that was leading you there, only that your gut feeling grew heavier and heavier the closer you got until it felt like your life depended on it. only when you saw the flash of red did you realize why.

one moment, fred weasley was saying something to his brother, percy, humor etched on both their faces. the next had the back wall exploding and collapsing faster than you could react.

and right smack in the center of the impact zone stood the father of your kids.

you didn’t think. “depulso maxima!”

the spell sent him flying back at an alarming rate. it choked you with worry that you may have caused more damage than you wanted to avoid and that had you running across the hall to check. percy had gotten there first, his face stricken with panic as he gripped fred’s wrist before looking up at you.

“is he…?” you dropped to a kneel, your trembling hands subconsciously moving to brush fred’s hair away from his face before you pulled back.

percy swallowed nervously, feeling for a pulse and letting out a relieved sigh that lifted a tremendous weight off both your shoulders. “i think—i think he’s just been knocked out.”

“oh, thank merlin.” you tried to blink away your tears, but they were coming faster than you could stop them.

“wha…?”

just then, fred started coughing up dust and you were on your feet faster than lightning. percy eyed you worriedly as you stepped away, looking between you and his brother, piecing two and two together.

“wait, stay!” he called just as fred started groaning, no doubt wracked with pain from having just been blasted across rubble. “i think my brother would like to properly thank you for having just saved his life, [y/n].”

“i… i can’t. you know i can’t, percy.”

and once again, you started climbing the steps towards your common room, in search of anyone else in need of help, not bothering to spare another glance at fred weasley as you swallowed back the urge to kiss him right where he laid.

when the war was won and the dust settled, it found you lying fragile on a stretcher in what used to be the magnificent great hall. your body lay exhausted and bones were broken in several places, your hip having taken most of the blunt force after an encounter with fenrir greyback.

“i know the spell, but are you sure you don’t want to wait for madam pomfrey?” lavender brown was sat next to you, sniffling and shaking, but otherwise fine. she refused to leave your side after you saved her life, dutifully watching your back as you continued to fight, broken hip be damned.

“i need to go home, my—my family’s waiting for me.” you groaned when you accidentally put pressure on your fractured knee, feeling like a pathetic ragdoll. “just do the spell please lav.”

“o—okay.”

and so she did, going from top to bottom as quickly and efficiently as she can so that the sooner she finished, the sooner you could start healing. the whole time you were holding yourself back from crying out behind clenched teeth.

“all done.” lavender sent a smile your way that you gratefully returned as you sat up, sore. then her eyes flicked up at something behind you. “oh, i think that’s george coming over.”

your smile dropped, you head whipping around at fred storming through the great hall, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering purpose. merlin, you couldn’t deal with him. not today. you weren’t ready yet.

you gripped your wand tight. lavender shot you a confused look.

fred didn’t break eye contact as he called out to you. then he broke into a run just as he realized what you were about to do. “[y/n], wait, i—!”

you quickly apparated away before you could hear the end of his sentence.

and just like that, once again, fred could do nothing but watch as the love of his life slipped away.

that was last year. the war was won, the wizarding world was building itself back up again, and the daily prophet had just announced the weasley's wizarding wheezes grand reopening. your twins, theodore and jonathan, or theo and jace for short, were three years old now and they were absolute hurricanes.

jace was practically a carbon copy of his dad, his flaming red hair and clear brown eyes a painful reminder of your past lover. he did take after you personality-wise though, which was a comfort.

theo, on the other hand, was every inch you but with fred's antics set on a permanent sugar high. and being a single mother to these two boys was heaven and hell, but you honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

you lived in a fixer-upper farmhouse just outside of london, real estate you bought simply because of the vast expanse of land surrounding it and also maybe because it slightly reminded you of the burrow. a place you once considered a second home.

theo was running through the halls, mimicking explosions and pilot calls with his toy planes as you painted the last unfinished portion of the living room wall, your jeans stained and your hair a mess. jace was sitting on the kitchen floor within your line of sight, playing with his lego set, tongue stuck out as he focused on putting the pieces together.

you were just about finished with the wall when something suspicious fell upon your ears. complete silence.

jace wasn't in the kitchen mumbling to himself as he put together lego anymore and theo was being uncharacteristically quiet, his loud footsteps gone. that was never a good sign.

but before you could drop your paint brush and set out on a search around the house, your twins were calling out to you.

"mummy! there's aliens at the door!”

“and they have jace's hair!"

aliens? where did theo get that? and jace's—? your heart dropped. no. it couldn't be. it wasn't possible.

"what do we do mummy? they said their names were gred and forge." you didn't know if jace actually missaid their names or if that was how they actually introduced themselves, nevertheless, when your boys came bounding towards where you stood frozen, one look at their confused little faces had you shaking out of your stupor.

"stay in the kitchen, okay? mummy will only be a minute."

you would just open the door, tell them to get lost, and shut it back in their faces. maybe invite george in for tea. you didn't really know. your heart was beating so hard against your chest that you couldn’t hear yourself thinking.

you gripped the door knob tight, breathing in deep before you wretched it open, steeling yourself for what's to come.

you didn't expect to be wrapped in a bear hug.

"you don't know how long i've been searching for you."

your arms were stuck to your side and your mind was wiped blank. you blinked confusedly over fred's shoulder at george who just shrugged sheepishly at you.

"let go of me please," you looked away and spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

but fred was more than close enough to hear. you feared he could feel your heart pounding, or the way you physically had to hold yourself back from embracing him just as tight.

he jumped back, nervously rubbing his elbow. "right, yeah, sorry."

you cut straight to the chase, even though the words are struggling to move past the lump in your throat. "why are you here?"

it's been two years since you've been able to properly look fred in the eye. you saw so much of your sons in them. you yearned to have him back in your arms even though he’d just left them, but why were you feeling that way?

you were so confused. it didn’t help that fred’s claiming to have been searching for you when he’s the one who adamantly pushed you away.

"i…" it seemed like, for the first time since you've known him, fred was at a loss for words.

george watched this exchange for a few more painful moments before gently butting in. "he wanted to apologize, [y/n]. and to thank you f—"

"apologize for what?" you cut yourself off, then shook your head, knowing it doesn't really matter. "and you don't need to thank me for anything. i was merely at the right place at the right time. it was the right thing to do."

you took a tentative step back, holding onto the edge of your door. "if that's all…"

"no, wait." fred held out a hand to stop you from shutting the door in his face. he was done acting like he wasn't still in love with you. it was time to come clean. "i'm—"

"mummy! theo's being bad again!"

just then, jace ran up to you, lip trembling and tears running down his face, making grabby hands at you. your heart softened at the gesture.

"hold on," you muttered to the two dumbfounded adult twins outside your door as you picked up your son, theo making his appearance known by clinging to your thigh.

“what did theo do, love?” you started patting jace’s back as he cried into your shoulder. you could feel fred and george’s gaze burning into your back.

"i made his lego fall but mummy, i didn't mean it!" theo cried, and you knew he was feeling bad. whenever jace cried, theo always empathized. yeah, maybe theo was being a little over the top, but he didn't always mean to make his brother sad.

"c'mon, bub, you should apologize to your brother first." you carried a sobbing jace further into your home, gesturing at fred and george to come inside. "love, theo said he didn't mean it."

"a—apology first," he sniffled, rubbing at his eyes, still frowning. he took your face into his small chubby hands and you booped his nose with your own, sending him into a fit of giggles.

"i'm sorry, jace." theo touched jace's foot from where he stood holding onto your waist, his own face screwing up. you knew that he wanted the attention you were giving his twin. "i won't do it again, okay?"

"okay." jace nodded and wiggled, silently asking to be put down. "i won't talk to you anymore if you do it again, though."

theo's eyes widened at the threat and he pinky promised he wouldn't do it again. "i'll even help fix it!"

then he looked at you expectantly and you softened at his look, booping his nose too. but before he ran back into the kitchen to put the pieces of jace's lego set together again, he glanced up at fred and george and whispered not-so-conspiratorially at you, “why do they look like daddy, mummy?”

your eyes widened and your stomach contracted with a bout of nervous nerves. none of your boys were expert whisperers and were too curious for their own good, so you were sure that fred and george had heard.

maybe showing them pictures of you and their dad back when you were in school wasn’t the best idea after all. but then again, you didn’t really want to keep secrets from your twins, they more than deserved to know who their father was.

“mummy will tell you later, bub, okay?”

theo nodded resolutely. “otay!”

with that, your son bounded towards the kitchen and you were forced to finally face fred and george, their mixed emotions evident on their faces.

"daddy?" fred breathed, his eyes following the two toddlers as they left. “is he… is he mine?”

you furrowed your brow at the question, glancing down at the ground as you tried to evade his question. "why does that matter? how did you even find me?"

he knew that tactic. he invented that tactic.

“what do you mean, ‘why does that matter?’ of course, it matters! i’ve been looking for you ever since hogwarts and…” he breathed, rubbing a hand across his face. “and i bumped into lavender earlier today, didn’t take much to get your address out of her. came as soon as i knew, reckon she knows then?”

“maybe you should…” you glanced at george, sensing that maybe this conversation wasn’t for him to take part in. you gestured towards the kitchen where your sons were noisily playing with their toys.

george’s eyes widened with realization before he nodded frantically. “of course, yeah.”

when he left, you turned back to fred who had taken it upon himself to pace a hole in your floor. "so what if lavender knows? and also, i don’t know why it matters if they’re yours because you pushed me away, fred! you left me!"

“they…?” fred froze. “both of them? twins? you’re not married?”

you scoffed, crossing your arms. “you’re not hearing me, of course you’re not hearing me. bloody fucking typical.”

“i’m sorry, i’m just having a hard time digesting the fact that the love of my life saves me then just leaves me during a fucking war and when i finally find her to thank her and beg to take me back, she’s got two kids that, judging by the fact that one's bloody ginger, are probably mine!”

“no,” tears welled up in your eyes as fred lets everything out. you wrapped your arms around yourself as if to shield you from his words. “no. that’s not fair. you don’t get to say all those things. not anymore.”

fred steps forward, gingerly touching your elbows with warm hands. “it’s all true. and i thought you knew, i’ve only been sending you letters ever since i left. apologetic letters, telling you of how big of a git i was for pushing you away. i wanted you back so bad, but it came to my knowledge that you weren’t getting them because you moved. and i couldn’t find you, merlin knows i’ve been trying though.”

it was too good to be true. you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as tears leaked out of them. “then why…?”

he knew what you meant. “george was telling me that he needed me to focus on our future, he wasn’t explicitly telling me to break up with you, but with mum putting pressure on us about school, i was just so, so stressed and when i snapped i… i took it out on you and i haven’t stopped regretting it since.”

he rubbed your arms up and down as you absorbed this new information. you were now faced with a decision, forgive him or tell him to get lost? or… door number three; tell him that you want him back just as much? your thoughts were a messy whirlwind that had you quiet for a moment too long.

breaking your train of thought, fred lifted your chin with his finger to meet your eyes and suddenly you were sixteen all over again. even after everything, he still had this pull on you that had you feeling like a lovesick teenager. he smiled gently, moving his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you’re killing me here, darling. are they mine? not—not that that really matters—”

“i thought i saved you, fred.” you snorted, interrupting, a playful smirk tugging on your lips, one that he mirrored. you searched his brown eyes, both swimming with emotion, before you spoke again. “and yes, theodore james and jonathan thomas are yours. they’re three.”

at that statement, fred blinked, unfocused, and you knew he was doing the mental math in his head. “then that means…”

“that i was pregnant the day you broke up with me.” you nodded, confirming his suspicions.

his shoulders drooped. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“merlin, fred, i didn’t know if you even wanted to see me, much less have me showing up on your doorstep with a blown up belly.” you looked away, leaning against the wall for support, but not before checking if the paint was dry. “you have to understand how much you hurt me when you left. you completely broke my heart.”

your lip trembled as you reminisced all the trials and difficulties you had to face on your own. how you had to drive yourself to monthly check ups and eventually st. mungo’s. how painful the labor was and thinking about holding fred’s hand the whole time. how you had to have lavender and hermione constantly around as you spiraled into a post-partum depression.

fred immediately took you into his arms, tears falling down his own face as you cried into his chest. “i know, i know. and i’m so sorry, [y/n]. but i’m here now, and i’m going to pick up the pieces i broke. if... if you’ll all have me.”

he started peppering your face with kisses, taking your silence as a positive thing. and it was, because eventually you were gently laughing at his constant attacks.

he eventually pulled back though, somber, as he seriously looked at you. “i was away from you and my sons for three years too long. i want to change that. i’ve always wanted a family with you and now i get to have that chance. please, [y/n] take me back, please.”

you lifted a hand to run your hand through his hair, missing the feeling. he leaned into your touch. you were finally getting your freddie back.

after all this time.

you rested your hand on his cheek. “consider this a clean slate.”

“a fresh start.” he nodded resolutely, kissing your palm, a broad grin plastered his adorably freckled face.

suddenly, he let go of you and took a step back, making you tilt your head confusedly at the action. then he reached out a hand, grin turned mischievous.

“hullo, i’m fred weasley.”

you rolled your eyes good naturedly as you shook his hand, your laugh lines deepening with the way you were smiling so wide.

“[y/n] [y/l/n], nice to meet you.”

the sound of clapping from behind startled the both of you.

george was leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen, chewing on a breadstick that the twins had probably given him. “merlin, you guys are still weird, even three years apart.”

the twins in question came bounding towards you from between his legs, jace running up to fred with his mouth open wide. “are you my daddy? mummy says my daddy has hair like mine! i asked that mister but he said no.”

“yes, love, this one’s your daddy. that one’s your uncle.” you lifted theo into your arms as he made grabby hands at you and fred followed suite with jace, their resemblance uncanny. “they’re twins like you two are.”

“is he my daddy, too?” theo was whispering again, turned unusually shy by the presence of two adult males that didn’t look like him when they both looked like jace. your heart clenched with the fact that he was probably feeling left out.

fred spoke up before you could reassure him and he swiftly picked theo into his arms, designating a son on each hip. “yeah, you’re both mine and you, theo, look so much like your mummy, it’s scary.”

theo clapped his hands gleefully, unfiltered happiness on his face as fred started zooming around the hall with the twins. your gaze turned soft at the sight of your kids and their dad finally reunited. you touched your lips as your heart swelled with love and pride and an abundance of other sappy emotions.

“you know, i gave him so much shit for breaking up with you when i found out.” you met george’s eyes across the hall as he came to stand beside you. “but it wasn’t long until i realized that it was just a spur of the moment thing... fred really loves you and i can personally vouch that he missed you terribly.”

he chuckled as you both watched fred walk out onto the porch as theo and jace started talking his ear off. “you wouldn’t believe how shocked he was when percy told him you were the reason he’s alive. if anything it fueled his need to search for you even more. i’m not supposed to be here, but he dragged me along in the name of ‘moral support’, the bloke.”

you nodded in understanding, laying a comforting hand on his arm. “i’m glad you’re here, george.”

“you know, it’s not too late to fight him. we both know ‘moral support’ means someone to drag his unconscious ass away after you’ve had your way with him.” he looked down at you from where you stood next to him, teasing.

you laughed at the comment, grabbing the attention of fred who approached you with a open mouthed smile. the twins then ran past you, talking animatedly as fred breathed deeply, no doubt spent from theo and jace’s hyper-ness. but he just puffed out his chest, leaned against the doorway, and kissed you on the cheek.

“told them about the joke shop, reckon that was a bad idea, ‘cause now they’re putting on their shoes.”

“what? fred, no!”

your heart was so full.

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emotionlesshoe · 2 years

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What it's like sleeping/cuddling with them...

Pairings: Golden/Lightning Era boys x reader Warnings: mentions of toxic masculinity, it's fluffy af Summary: it's in the title darling ;)

Harry Potter

• Harry wants you to feel love and protected, even when you're sleeping, and so he would hold you close to him

• He would wait for you to be asleep to fall asleep himself, brushing any strands of hair that would fell on your face and kissing your forehead

• He wouldn't want to let go of you even if he was uncomfortable just because he likes having you in his arms

Ron Weasley

• Ron is a HUGE cuddler, he would love to spend hours doing nothing and just cuddling with you

• When it comes to sleep, he's the same and would love to cuddle with you before and during the night

• He does like to be comfortable because he loves sleeping, but you on top of him is something that he likes, you're like his giant teddy bear

Draco Malfoy

• Draco is needy, mainly because of a lack of affection growing up, but also because he needs to be sure you're still here and safe with him

• He wouldn't want to be the little spoon even when he truly needs it because of toxic masculinity, however he would love to hold you very close with his head into the crook of your neck

• Overall, he's very loving when it's just the two of you, but don't ever tell anyone that

Fred Weasley

• This boy can't cuddle with you without tickling you at some point, it's impossible for him

• Fred is so cheeky and playful while cuddling with you, he would be gently caressing your face but when he reaches your neck it transforms into tickles immediately

• Of course sometimes he's more relax (but that's mainly when he's asleep)

George Weasley

• George is a big cuddler just like his little brother, he would want to be in your arms 24/7

• He's also very playful and loves to have play fights with you, pillow fights and tickling sessions

• He loves to hold you tight at night, especially when you fall asleep before him, this man would just admire you and whisper sweet things to you even if you can't hear it

Neville Longbottom

• Neville is the sweetest and purest soul out here, he would be soooo gentle with you, making sure you felt loved and safe with him

• I feel like he would try to keep you in his arms at night but would fail because I'm pretty sure he's an agitated sleeper

• He would also like to cuddle with you and just talk about everything, in those moments he would listen to you carefully and he would also express his own worries or talk about his parents

Cedric Diggory

• Cedric is the type of cuddler that would hold you as close as he possibly can, almost suffocating you sometimes

• He would want to talk to you for hours all tangled up, asking you a bunch of questions, about your day, life in general, anything really

• Overall he's very sweet and gentle, especially when sleeping, he would always make sure you were covered up and that he made you feel his love

Dean Thomas

• Dean wants you to feel loved and cared for, and he thinks that lithe only way to do that is showering you with little touches, cuddles and kisses

• His love language is definitely physical touch, that's why he loves cuddling and try to sleep with you every time he has the chance

• Definitely wants to be the big spoon and engulfs you in big hugs

Oliver Wood

• Oliver is usually very busy with Quidditch and by the end of the day he's usually very tired, between classes and training

• That's why he cherishes the moments he can have with you alone, when he can finally relax and just be with you for a few hours

• He would fall asleep pretty easily but he would want to have you close to him

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alexnikki18 · 2 years

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Summary: The night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding leads to Y/N realizing she has feelings for a certain red headed twin.

Warning: smut! 18+ only

It was the night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and it had been a very eventful night indeed. During the reception they had received word that the Ministry of Magic had fallen, a fight breaking out when Death Eaters had arrived looking for Harry, who made it out with Ron and Hermione.

Afterwards Y/N had sat in the living room by the fire with the Weasley’s, Remus, and Tonks discussing the nights events, and what the days ahead would bring well after midnight. Remus and Tonks had bid everyone goodnight and left, followed by Bill and Fleur. Molly ushered her kids to bed, insisting Y/N stay the night instead of going home to her apartment by herself.

Though Y/N was grateful for this, she tossed and turned in Ron’s bed (Molly had insisted she sleep here instead of her usual cot in Ginny’s room when staying at the Burrow, saying it would be more comfortable and Ron wasn’t here) unable to fall asleep.

Instead of getting sleep, she was thinking of her years at Hogwarts and Christmas and Summer holidays at the Burrow. Her first year at Hogwarts, she became fast friends with the two Weasley twins when they had pulled a break on a nasty Slytherin girl who had called Y/N a mudblood, and the three had been inseparable ever since. She had come to stay with the boys a few weeks every Summer, swimming in the pond, playing quidditch, and helping the boys with their chores and summer reading that they never started until she got there. And almost as many Christmas holidays she would come to the Burrow, making them watch her favorite muggle Christmas movies, wrap presents, and bake cookies the muggle way. And even now after the three had left Hogwarts, Y/N lived in an apartment right across from Fred and George and helped them at their Joke Shop.

But the reason she was reminiscing on all of these memories was because she was trying to figure something out. Exactly when she had fallen in love with Fred.

The realization that she was in love with her best friend hit her like a brick wall, only a few hours ago. During the fight earlier, she couldn’t spot Fred anywhere and he was all she could think about. When things finally calmed down she had ran to the front of the house, screaming his name, and when she finally saw him emerging from the tall grass with George and Remus she had fling herself into his arms, relieved that he was alright. And that’s when she knew.

“Oh, fuck this.” She said to herself climbing out of bed and walking across the hall to Fred’s room. Before opening his door she took a deep breath and thought, here goes nothing.

She quietly opened the door, slipped inside, shutting the door behind her and leaning her back against it, whispering, “Freddie?”

The candle Fred had lit on his bedside table barely illuminated him, though she could see him, laying on his back bare chested with his arms folded behind his head. He was awake too.

“You can’t sleep either?”

She shook her head.

Fred pulled his covers back and pat the space beside him, “Come on.”

Y/N hurried the short distance across the room and crawled into the bed beside him, laying her head in his chest. He pulled his covers over her and wrapped his arms around her waste.

“Are you alright?” He asked rubbing his fingers in calming circles on her back. All she was wearing was the t-shirt he had given her earlier and her underwear.

She smiled at his comforting movements, “Better now.”

He pulled her closer to him. All Fred ever wanted was to be her comfort, her person, her home. Like she was for him.

Y/N breathed in the scent of him, feeling even more calm when she smelt cinnamon. She let out a little chuckle when she realized why she always burned cinnamon scented candles at home, because it reminded her of him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head snuggling her face closer into the crook of his neck.

He grabbed her hand that she had placed on his chest up to his lips, kissing her knuckles one by one and said, “I feel better now too. I’m glad you came in.”

She moved her head back to look into his eyes, and the look she saw their stirred her enough to make her brave again. She took her hand from his grasp and placed it on his cheek, “Fred, life is too short for me to keep this in anymore.”

Before he could answer she crashed her lips against his. She felt his sudden surprise at first, and stillness, before bringing his hands into her hair and kissing her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth both exploring each other, savoring the moment.

They broke apart to catch their breath, only for a few seconds before he brought his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing at the sensitive spots there, causing a moan to escape from her lips. She felt him smile against her skin in response, and he kissed from her neck along her jaw and to her lips again.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked leaning up now to look at her seriously.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, “No, please don’t stop kissing me.”

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” He smirked.

“Everywhere.”

He pulled his shirt over her head, “God, you’re stunning.” He said before kissing down her neck and to the curve of her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, before continuing his trail of kisses down her stomach, reaching the band of her underwear.

He looked up into her lust filled eyes, smiling, “Do you want me to..?”

“Please, Freddie.” She whined.

He slowly pulled her underwear down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as he went, causing her to moan again. Fred brought his mouth back to her center, licking and sucking.

“So wet for me already, such a good girl.” He put his index finger inside her slowly working his way in and out of her while he continued to use his mouth on her.

“Fred, I’m so close.” She groaned.

He trailed kisses back up her stomach, her chest, her jaw, to her lips, still continuing to rub her clit with his fingers. Leaning over top of her he looked into her eyes and said, “Go ahead baby come for me.”

“Not yet, I want you inside of me.” She reached down to pull his boxers down, taking his length in her hands, pumping him up and down.

Fred moaned with pleasure, before grabbing her wrist with his hands stopping her. He looked at her lovingly and said, “Y/N, you’re sure you want to do this? I know sometimes events like earlier make people do things they will regret later.” At the look she gave him he hurriedly said, “I know I wont regret this, I’ve thought about this moment a million times, but I want to make sure this is what you want.”

Y/N gently pushed him off of her, to where he was sitting up straight in front her, and she climbed on top of him, thighs on either side of him. “I’m not going to regret this either.” She kissed his lips, and he grabbed her ass pulling her closer to him, her center rubbing the tip of his penis. She lowered herself on top of him, starting a rhythm rocking into him causing him to roll his head back moaning.

“God Y/N you feel so good. You take me so good, love” He said looking at her blissful face again, he kissed every inch of her he could reach. “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”

Y/N pushed him until he was laying on his back and she road him faster as they both reached their climax, groaning each other’s names. Y/N rolled off of him, and Fred held her, kissing her lips again as they came down from their high.

“I love you too, you know.” She said snuggling into him.

“I do now.”

She leaned up and started to put her shirt back on before Fred stopped her, “what are you doing?”

“I better get back to my room.”

“Oh no you’re not, I don’t want to be without you anymore now that I know you love me too. You’re sleeping here with me.” He winked.

Y/N laughed, “What will the others think?”

“They’ll probably be bloody glad. I’ve only been pining over you since 4th year. Plus mum already thinks we’re dating no matter how many times I’ve said we’re not.”

Y/N laid her head back down on his chest, “Well, now you can tell her she’s right.”

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rosaline-black · 2 years

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𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢

summary: Fred Weasley was definitely good at one thing, and that was pulling people out of their shell, and when he takes a particular liking to you, will he manage to do the same?

category: Fred Weasley X shy!fem!reader

You were so bloody quiet. Annoyingly so. Endearingly, annoyingly so. It drove Fred insane. He could remember the first time he realised he fancied you. At first, it felt so juvenile. Just a mere third year noticing a quiet girl in his potions class, eyes glued to her textbook as she scribbled down notes like her life depended on it. George had teased him mercilessly that day, but he barely even took notice of his brothers jesting, his ears yearned to hear your voice. But that was the thing, you barely spoke. In nearly every way you were polar opposites. Fred was loud and rowdy, you were reserved and you calculated every single word you did speak, which wasn't very many.

Watching from afar, Fred took a deep breath. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, your eyes scanning the book that rested in your palms. He had planned today to try converse with you, or at the very least get you to laugh. He was good at making people laugh, it was one of the things he prided himself on, and he was sure your laugh would top them all.

Taking a deep breath, Fred took big strides towards you. He was a sixth year now this should be a piece of cake. You were currently tucked away in the far corner of the library, clearly trying to get some alone time. Thoughts raced around Fred's head as he got closer and closer, what if you just got up and left? Or worse finally did speak but said something along the lines of piss off Weasley.

Finally standing opposite you, Fred cleared his throat to try and grab your attention. The noise startled you so much, that you literally leapt out of your seat and landed on the floor. His eyes widened as he instantly crouched down muttering several, almost inaudible apologies. If he wasn't so caught up in trying to help you back into your seat, Fred would notice how just by seeing his face your eyes had lit up like the moon.

"Again I'm so sorry... I just um... wondered what you were reading..." he poorly lied, rubbing the back of his neck with a weak nervous grin.

"Lord of the flies..." you quietly muttered. In fact, if Fred wasn't completely devoted to hearing you, he probably wouldn't have even made out the words you whispered.

"Oh, nice... nice..."

An extremely awkward silence followed as you did everything to not look up at his wide brown eyes full of longing.

"You're in my potions class aren't you?" Fred questioned knowing the answer already, but struggling to let go of the conversation made it the first logical thing that fell to his lips.

A small nod and your eyes met. It seemed something shifted then, the nerves that were clear in your furrowed brow seemed to melt away as you retained eye contact and decided to speak. This was unusual.

"Yes... yes, I am... don't you sit beside Adrien pucey?" You asked softly.

"Yes god don't remind me..."

Another awkward silence... but then the most beautiful sound Fred had ever heard. Your laugh. It wasn't just a little giggle, it was hearty and could almost resemble a cackle. It was perfect. Fred sensed embarrassment as you cut yourself off after a few seconds, your brain sending waves of hot shame all down your body.

"Sorry I... sorry I should get going-" you stumbled over your words and grabbed your bag attempting to pack away your things as quickly as possible, your eyes remaining glued to the floor.

"NO...Uh... I mean no please don't apologise... you don't have anything to apologise for..." Fred exclaimed, his pale freckled cheeks staining a nice pink shade.

Yet again you looked up at him and that crease between your eyebrows that made you look permanently worried smoothed out again. Confidence arose in Fred as he realised whenever you'd look at him, like really look into his eyes, all of the anxiety that seemed to trouble you washed away like the black lake’s calm ripples.

"Look y/n I lied to you I didn't come over here to see what you were reading... I actually wanted to ask you if you'd like to hang out sometime..." Fred powered through and finished his admission with a steady breath awaiting your reply.

Your face seemed to soften ever so slightly. And Fred could tell you were thinking about how you were going to form this sentence, it pained him to see somebody so introverted, they didn't just say what they wanted. Fred didn't know many people like that. By extension of his overly loud family, he only knew other loud people. You were so different, it intrigued him thoroughly.

"Alone...?" You finally whispered, "This may come as a surprise but I don't necessarily do well with people..."

Fred coughed out a laugh at your use of sarcasm, which he knew was the right move when your lips curled into the most precious smile he had ever seen "Yes alone... we could do whatever you want... I'd even read a novel if it meant spending an afternoon in your company..."

After the words left his mouth he regretted them instantly, way to come on strong Fred. But his impromptu confession seemed to have worked in his favour as your smile grew wider, he could practically feel the blush radiating from your cheeks.

"Okay... well there's a nice spot by the black lake... I uh... I don't have plans tomorrow..." you implored.

"Tomorrow is perfect... I'll meet you by the courtyard at one?" Fred offered smiling wider as you nodded in reply. This was definitely a start.

Over the coming weeks, Fred did everything in his power to make you feel as comfortable as possible. At first, it was sort of awkward, but just like before, every time the two of you would share glances, the conversation seemed to pick up.

If Fred wasn't whipped before he sure was now. He learnt quickly that when you got going, you could talk for England. His favourite time of day was listening to you ramble about the most random things, ensuring to reassure you that no apologies were necessary and you were simply making his day brighter with all the knowledge you shared.

Making you laugh became a task he'd try and complete at least once a day. Whether it was dyeing Snape's robes pink or making Flitwick's desk chair extra high so he couldn't reach, Fred would watch in anticipation to see if you were laughing. He noticed how that unreserved cackle didn't make an appearance in public, but seeing you try and stifle it counted as a win in his book.

Although the two of you had grown closer in recent weeks, Fred still hadn't made any attempt at hinting he had romantic feelings for you. Every time he nearly spewed it out, he got distracted and asked something dumb like what's your favourite number? Idiot.

Today however he would tell you how he felt. How? Well, he hadn't thought that far ahead yet, but he knew he had too soon, or it would eat him alive. You had actually suggested meeting at the top of the astronomy tower, which was as always away from everyone else, just how you liked it.

Fred got to the tower just after you and smiled at the view before him. There you sat, book in hand as the breeze blew the hair from your face, you were a vision. Stopping himself gawking, Fred took gentle steps towards you until you finally heard him approaching. Just like always, the interaction started awkwardly, the insecurities that plagued you held you from talking, but after a few jokes were cracked you were rambling just how he liked.

“…And then McGonagall decided she wanted us to do group projects and I had to watch Lee Jordan try and transfigure my tie into a flower… when really he managed to turn it into a bloody-“

Now, as much as Fred wanted to know what lee had done, the temptation to kiss you had become too overwhelming and boy did your soft lips feel incredible on his own. Fred soon noticed that you weren’t really kissing him back, the ginger pulled away and your eyes were wide as saucers. Did you really still not believe he liked you?

“Do it again…”

Now his eyes mimicked yours.

“Pardon?”

Now ever since knowing you, the expression you pulled was one he had never seen before, and it made him practically go feral. You held a smirk akin to his own when he was feeling particularly confident, like when he knew exactly what he wanted. And in this case the thing you wanted was sitting right in front of you.

“Kiss me again Weasley…”

And so, he did. Oh, Merlin he did.

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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George Weasley didn't think his twin could have a chance with Draco Malfoy's older sister, but Hermione and Angelina encourage Fred to ask Y/n out.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x malfoy!reader

The reader pronouns: she/her

Words count: 1.4k

Warnings: out of character Fred, not proofread

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Slytherin sunshine

They say love makes people blind. Blind to what, exactly? To the love interest's flaws? Or to the world around you to the point where you sometimes can't keep up with what's happening around? The second one in Fred Weasley's case.

To the boy's misfortune, love could surprise him in the most inconvenient moments. In fact, love was what made those moments inconvenient, awkward.

It was really amusing to Fred's twin brother and friend. The both of them couldn't suppress the urge to laugh when they saw him trip over his own feet. Why? Simply, because Fred's eyes were fixated on a particular girl.

"Mate, I swear you could not notice and fall off of a cliff because of that Malfoy girl," Lee said, helping Fred get up from the ground.

George didn't help. Instead he laughed, "He would straight jump off of a cliff if she only asked him to."

The three friends stood silently for a few seconds, looking at the girl. She was sitting on a windowsill nearby, surrounded by a few of her friends.

Y/n Malfoy didn't quite fit a stereotypical description of a Slytherin student. She never talked to Fred outside of class, he barely knew her, but he noticed how kind she is to people around her. She liked to help younger students find way to certain classes, she liked to help her friends with their homeworks. She laughed a lot, she had a beautiful smile. She was too much of a sunshine to be a Slytherin.

Y/n was friends with two Hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw. There wasn't a single Gryffindor in her friend cycle, but that was probably because Gryffindors never trusted Slytherins. Even if Y/n seemed like an embodiment of a ray of sunshine, it could all be a facade to trick enemies, right?

"She smiled at me though," Fred beamed.

"She smiled at what her friend said," George put his hand on his twin's back, "as much as I love and support you, I don't think you have a chance."

"Yeah," Lee added, "I don't think she would choose a random Gryffindor over a bloke she's been friends with for the past 4 or 5 years."

Fred opened his mouth, but didn't talk. Then a thought passed his mind, "If she was going to date him, she would have done it a while ago. They've been friends for ages."

The next lesson was getting closer, so Y/n got off of the windowsill. She and her friends got going to the next class, they had to part ways. Y/n hugged each of her friends and got on the way to Potions classroom.

The girl walked past the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan, in fact they had Potions together. She looked at Fred and smiled, gaining a smile back from the boy.

Just a second after she walked by, Fred got his both sides nudged by George and Lee.

"We should get going too, you know?" George said. "We have Potions now."

"Oh, Potions!" Lee exclaimed. "Our Freddie will have some time to stare at his girlfriend!"

Fred chuckled, "She's not my girlfriend." Not yet, at least, he added in his thoughts.

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"I can't believe you fancy Malfoy's sister!" Ron's voice sounded a bit too loud through the Gryffindor common room. He caught everyone's attention, but nobody seemed to be surprised. Did they all know already? Was it that obvious?

"I didn't choose to fancy her, okay?" Fred argued. "It's love, it happens!"

It happens, that's exactly what love does. It happens and you don't even notice, then one day you realize you've fallen hard.

"She isn't that bad," Hermione chimed in, "I hung out with her in the library a few times, she's nice actually."

"As nice as Draco?" Ron scoffed.

Hermione sighed and decided not to pay attention to Ron's comment. "So when are you going to ask her on a date?"

"Well...someday. For sure." Fred replied shortly.

Asking Y/n on a date was on the list of things Fred was going to do, definitely. He thought about it many times, he made up scenarios in his head before falling asleep. The problem was, until that moment he didn't realize it will actually have to happen. Fred saw it happening in the future, but didn't pick a particular day, particular moment.

"Don't tell me you're not going to do it. You didn't have a problem with asking Angelina to the Yule Ball last year."

"Angie is just a friend and Y/n is...she's something more, no offense," Fred gave an apologizing look to Angelina.

"No problem," the black haired girl joined the conversation, "personally, I think you should ask her out as soon as possible. I support you in it even if she's a Malfoy."

Fred looked at her a bit confused. "What do you mean by as soon as possible? Why?"

"Because there's been a rumor that Adrian Pucey has a thing for her as well..."

And that was when Fred decided. The day was coming to an end, so asking Y/n out would be the first thing he does in the morning.

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She was there. She was in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, not knowing she's about to get asked out.

When was the right moment to do it? Fred couldn't just chime in while she's eating, that could be awkward. He could wait until she's done, but it made him look a bit creepy.

"At some point, this can be marked as stalking," George laughed, patting his twin on the back.

"Has anyone else noticed?"

"Uhhh, probably? You're sitting here, not even touching any food, your eyes glued to that one girl. Totally not suspicious."

However, Fred couldn't engage more into that conversation. His eyes caught Y/n standing up from the table, so he did the same. George and Lee were saying something, joking about the situation, but Fred didn't pay attention to their words.

The way from the table to the door of the Great Hall seemed to last kilometers in the boy's head. Thousands of scenarios ran through his mind, some with good and some with bad outcomes. He would never know, if he didn't do what he was supposed to do, so he didn't wait anymore.

"Hey, Y/n, I want to talk to you." Fred said, stopping the girl by the huge door. "Like, alone."

Y/n blinked a few times, processing his words. Then she looked at her friends and told them she'll meet them later.

Y/n recognized Fred, him and his twin brother were the biggest troublemakers in Hogwarts. The girl found their pranks very amusing, even those they pulled on her younger brother and his group of friends.

"What is it?" She asked.

Fred walked Y/n further from the door of the Great Hall. He wouldn't mind if someone heard that, even if he was going to get rejected, he just didn't want to block the door.

"The thing is...you probably don't know me, but I, but-" the boy stuttered, he couldn't find the right words. He used to have a plan in his mind, but he forgot it. Fred had to improvise, "I like you. I know, I know what you think, it's probably weird because we don't know each other, but I like you, I-"

"Fred," the girl giggled, "I know you, we have some classes together. Not to mention you and your twin pull the best pranks."

"Oh, you know my name."

Fred scolded himself in his mind. Why was he acting like that? Y/n made him feel so anxious, stressed. Fred wasn't acting like himself.

"Yes, I know your name. Honestly, I didn't think you'd like me, I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor. You know how it is."

"Yes, yes I know. That's why I wanted to ask you about something, but I wasn't sure about it. I was just wondering if...I mean, that's okay if you say no, but do you...would you..."

Y/n smiled at how silly the situation was. She made sure to make this smile look friendly and genuine, not mocking.

"Do you want to go on a date?" She asked before Fred managed to stutter out the rest of whatever he was going to say.

"Me?" Fred questioned. "I mean, yeah, yes, totally."

"Great. See you right here at 4 pm?"

"Yes, that would be great. See you."

"Alright, have a nice day until then."

Y/n gently placed a kiss on Fred's cheek. Then she walked away, leaving the boy speechless. His heart was beating so fast and he was sure his face is all red. If George and Lee hadn't appeared next to him and shook Fred out of the trance, he would stood there probably until 4 pm.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Brave little puff

Fred Weasley x fem! Shy! Reader

Part 2 to My Little Hufflepuff

Summary: Fred and y/n start dating, falling more in love with each other every day but that doesn’t mean the spreading rumours don’t affect her

Warnings: mean girls, reader feeling insecure, swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, and implied loss of virginity but nothing explicit, Lee stealing the show like the iconic king he is

A/n: 8.4k words, after a comment from @hopefulworld1, I decided to write a part two inspired their thoughts 💛 I also just hit 100 followers I can’t believe it! Thank you to everyone that follows me and has send support for my works it means so much to me, enjoy part 2 x

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Fred was an amazing boyfriend, he was everything you had ever imagined he would be and more. He was never afraid to express his adoration for you in public, holding your hand, giving you hugs, kissing your cheek, even sneaking off with you to the booth in the library for a quick make out session. Once you and he hadn’t had class together at all that day and he picked you up spinning you around when he passed by you in-between classes. As amazing as he was, there were drawbacks to being his girlfriend.

The girls from before never said anything mean to you directly, they didn’t have to, they had the cruel skill of being able to get into your head without the need to actually talk to you. They would stare you down, flirt with Fred in front of you, even wearing short skirts or unbuttoning their shirts top buttons in attempt to draw his attention. Of course, he paid them no mind, he was used to the attention he received. He was civil with them, trying to be nice and depending on the circumstance he flirted back as he did naturally with everyone.

The girls started to spread rumours, problem was the rumours did have some merit with Fred being a bit of a lady’s man, so it was easy for them to paint you as his latest conquest. Some saying the only reason you’ve lasted so long was because you hadn’t put out yet. Other rumours circulated about you holding him back, that you weren’t smart or pretty enough for him. Sure, you had always been an average student and until that point you hadn’t worried about that at all. Now they were comparing you to Hermione, how she was so much better since she was a hero and super smart, and that she was more than worthy for Ron. It hurt a lot, more than a lot, so much you started to revert back to your super shy self, the one before the war.

Sitting in class you barely did any work, your head swimming with intrusive thoughts. Fred looked over noticing for once he actually did more work than you. He looked up to see Lupin busy writing at his desk, he was finishing the grading on your reports from before Christmas and would be giving feedback later in the lesson. Fred moved his hand to your knee, you jump a little at the sudden contact making the boy smile to himself at your adorable reaction.

“You okay love” he whispers giving your leg a little squeeze

You open your mouth to speak before closing it again, nodding as you run your fingers through your hair “I’m just a little tried” you give him a little smile before trying to do at least a bit of work

“Why don’t we skip Charms and go to my dorm instead, you can have a little snooze while me and Georgie work on some ideas” he suggests after checking Lupin was still busy

After the war McGonagall gave the okay for students to be allowed in other common rooms, of course going to the dorms where against the rules but everyone still did it and the teachers turned a blind eye. You weren’t really one for skipping class but you were tired and if you were up in his dorm you didn’t have to deal with the Ravenclaw girls that sat next to you in that class.

“That sounds nice” his heart warms as he sees you crack a real smile

Fred wasn’t stupid he could see the rumours where effecting you, it hurt him to see you becoming a shell of your former self while you were out in public. In private you laughed and joked with George and the others, you had even gotten more comfortable around the trio and his sister after spending Christmas in the Gryffindor common room with them.

He loved you more than he thought himself capable of, after that day in the library when you officially became his, his feelings for you grew fast and boy oh boy did he fall hard. He adored the way you would listen to him go on and on about his and Georges latest product, giving him ideas on how to improve them, not only that but you helped him pull pranks now too. The cheeky look you gave him before you threw some dungbombs into some mean Gryffindors dorm was the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. When he told his brother about it he teased him, only he would realise such a thing during an arguably childish prank. Now he knew what his eldest brother meant when he said Fleur was the one, he was positive he was going to marry you one day.

The Easter break was coming up, usually he didn’t go home for it but his mother missed them at Christmas and apparently Charlie was bringing someone home so everyone was going to be there. He already sent a letter to his mother about asking if he could bring you and of course she said yes, he was sure she was already planning your wedding at this point. He was so excited for you to officially meet his family, sure you met them before but that was in the middle of a battle, this time you could meet them properly and as his girl.

Fred was planning on asking you later today but now he decided to wait you went to Hogsmeade with him on Saturday, since you told him you had to get Georges birthday gift after you snuck with George the previous weekend to get Fred’s because you wouldn’t see them on their actual birthday.

“Right” Lupin stretches as he stands up, the class moving their attention towards him as he flicks his wand distributing your graded papers “I will give you a few moments to either cheer or cry before I give each of you some feedback and announce your end of year assignment”

Lupin sighed in relief, most of the papers handed in were beefy, it was now he wished he’d put a page limit or something on it, it took far too long to mark some of them, especially because some of the longer ones where filled with complete dribble. Yours landed on the desk facing down, looking over you saw George high five Neville as well as Hermione and Ginny smiling triumphantly rubbing their O grade in Ron and Harrys face amd in the corner of your eye you spotted Draco give Astoria a kiss on the cheek.

“Ready” Fred draws your attention back to him

“Ready” you nod

Flipping the paper both of your eyes widen, you got an O, for you both it was rare so you couldn’t have been happier. Fred didn’t care he was in class, he gave you a huge hug almost lifting you out of your chair before he gave you a kiss. The kiss earned some whistles and cheers, Georges and Ginny’s being the loudest, meanwhile one pair containing the Ravenclaw that asked out Fred jaws clench at the scene

Remus chuckled shaking his head before interrupting “Mr Weasley, Miss Y/l/n please celebrate in a safe for work fashion”

Fred pulls away laughing himself as he says “Sorry Professor can’t help but kiss her when she’s sitting there all cute and smart” he grins as your eyes go wide burying your head in your hands as your face heats up

Soon the class and you calm down, Remus started going through the pairs giving feedback on what they did well and what could be improved, as well as some interesting things to note about each topic. He finally gets to you and Fred

“Finally, Fred and Y/n, you both did yours on patronus’ in particular corporeal patronus forms. I like that you added that this version is stronger as well as the meanings behind why they differ person to person. For those of you that have forgotten, your patronus, if you are talented enough to cast one, often reveals something about the person they may not have known about themselves. Oh and your patronus can change over time, it would have been useful if you added an example of that, but overall very well done and congrats to you both on casting yours again”

As he finishes the class starts whispering about you and Fred, one Hufflepuff putting up their hand to ask a question “Yes” Remus nods

“What animals were they?” they turn to you and Fred

“Mines is a magpie and my girls a robin” Fred answers proudly wrapping an arm around you, causing you to smile up at him

The Ravenclaw that was partnered with the girl from before puts up her hand, Remus nodding for her to speak “I thought if two people are truly in love they have the same patronus” her words cut right into you, your smile dropping and replaced with a nervous expression

Remus notices answering for you both “That is true but that often doesn’t happen for many years” he clears his throat “Anyway, before you go I shall tell you your final assignment of the year. It will take place the first lesson once you are back from Easter break so please confer with your partners before you leave if you intend on going home. You and your partner are to give a short presentation on your chosen project and you may use practical examples in your presentation, for example Neville and George you both could demonstrate a concealment charm. Right, if you have any questions just wait behind after class other than that you are free to go, have a nice break” He smiles dismissing you all

Packing up you feel the girl’s eyes on you, looking over you see her look you up and down as she walks up giving Fred’s arm a squeeze “Well done Freddie you’re so smart”

“Thanks, but it was a joint effort” he gently removes his arm from her grip

“I’ve always wanted to find out what my patronus is, perhaps you could give me some private lessons” you stand watching the exchange feeling uneasy, it was clear from her tone she was trying to be seductive and you’d be lying if you said hadn’t wished you could be as confident when attempting to flirt with him

Fred smiled politely but inside he felt disgusted at how desperate she was, annoyed she didn’t respect you “I’m sure if you ask Professor Lupin or read a book you can figure out, you are a Ravenclaw after all”

“Aww you calling me smart Freddie” she bats her eyelashes, leaning forward a bit as she gives your boyfriend a clear view down her shirt “Anyway, I’ll see you in charms” she winks walking off with her friend

Fred finally lets his smile drop turning back to you, his heart breaks a bit at your glossy eyes, seeing straight through your fake smile “Come on let’s head back to my dorm, I’ll ask Georgie if we can do our thing later”

“No, it’s okay…” you start but he puts his finger to your lips tutting at you

“We are going back to my dorm to cuddle and nap together…and maybe make out if you’re up for it, got it” he leans down, his smile laced with mischief

“Got it” you reply as he gives you a peck on the lips

The days leading up to the weekend went by quickly, everyone leaving on Sunday to head back for the holidays. You and Fred had already done the prep work for the presentation since you would be staying at Hogwarts, but what you didn’t know was Fred had gotten you both to do it all so the holidays could be spent doing nothing together, assuming you said yes to come home with him of course.

There was something serene about walking hand in hand with Fred through the quiet streets of Hogsmeade. You had already gone to a small shop to get Georges birthday gift, he had mentioned seeing a muggle with a funky jumper covered in little dog faces, saying he’d love one too if it was only a bit more wizardy. So, you got him a cute jumper with little owls on it, you were sure he’d like it especially after Fred gave his twin stamp of approval.

Suddenly Fred stopped walking, abruptly pulling you into one of the side alleys between the shops, trying his hardest not to chuckle at your little yelp. You look up at him baffled just blinking at him as he leans down capturing your lips. Your eyes widen before you sink into the kiss, your hands coming to rest on his chest as his do the same on your hips, pressing you into the wall behind you

Pulling apart you look up at him “Did you pull me in here for a kiss?” you loved how spontaneous he was, you never knew what to expect but you knew it would be sweet and romantic in Fred’s own special way

He smirks down at you “Mad?” leaning down again, noses brushing

“Nope” you bite your lip unable to hold back your smile as he leans in again

“Did you hear Hermione and Harry got invited to spend the holidays at the Weasleys and little y/n didn’t” you are pulled out of your perfect little bubble by the voice of some random student

Fred feels you tense, looking over as the couple of students pass by without noticing the two of you “Looks like they aren’t that serious, must be embarrassed to introduce her to his family” another says

“Knew she wouldn’t last long”

You start to tear up, you were going to miss Fred over the break and as much as you wanted to spend it with him you understood why he didn’t ask. Harry and Hermione even before they started dating Ron and Ginny had spent holidays there, plus with Charlie bringing someone home you knew he might be uncomfortable with some random person being there. Despite it all hearing those words still hurt, every little worry flooding your brain.

“Love” he looks down at you hearing you sniff a bit, tilting your head up he sees the small tears

“I’m sorry I know that’s not how you feel it just… it just…” the tears flow as your voice breaks

“...hurts” he finishes pulling you into a tight hug

Closing his eyes, he rests his chin on your head, this was the first time you had ever fully broken down if front of him. Usually he might see your eyes a bit misty and then he’s able to get a giggle from you, but this time it was too much and he felt guilty he didn’t ask you earlier to come home with him.

“I’m sorry” you mumble into his chest

“Hey look at me” he brings his hands to cup either side of your face making you look at him “You haven’t done anything wrong, if anything it’s my fault I should have asked you sooner”

You pout looking at him confused as you sniffle “Ask me what”

His lips press to a line he gives you a sad smile tucking some hair behind your ear “To come home with me over the break” he shakes his head “I was going to ask you when we went by Black Lake later but I guess that’s ruined” he lets out a breathy laugh

Your lips part “You were going to ask me to come meet your family?” your heart felt like it was going to explode

“Yeah” he smiles down at you “You want to come home with me and meet my beautifully chaotic family, or at least the rest of them if we haven’t already scared you off”

You nod, your tears turning into those of joy “Yes!” you jump up wrapping your arms around his neck, he reacts immediately, lifting you up and spinning you around, both of you starting to giggle and laugh

“I can’t believe your only bringing one tiny little case” Hermione shakes her head

“Godric I’m going home I have clothes there Mione’” Ron grumbles back while the rest of you giggle at their bickering

“You as weird as this sounds they make absolutely no sense yet perfect sense at the same time” George notes as the two continue to bicker oblivious to you all behind them as you head towards the station

“I have no idea how you put up with them for all these years” Ginny squeezes Harrys hand

“You get used it, kind of just becomes background noise after about the fifth year” Harry jokes squeezing her hand back

“Speaking of couples, you excited y/n?” Ginny asks

“Oh yeah you’ve never seen the burrow. It’s awesome!” Harry smiles brightly at you

“I’m kind of a nervous excited” you reply as Fred squeezes your hand

“They’re gonna love you darling, how could the not love my little puff” he kisses your forehead as you all get to the start of the platform

“How the hell did I end up the 7th wheel, I need to get me someone” George scoffs shaking his head

“I thought you were with Angelina” you tilt your head

“Oh yeah” Georges mouth and eyes widen as he realises you still think that was an impromptu date, he looks between Fred and you scratching the back of his head

“What” you look up at them, Harry and Ginny mouth ‘good luck’ behind you as they nip ahead to join Hermione and Ron

“That may or may not have been staged” Fred says hesitantly

“Why would you stage George getting a date?” you giggle nervously

“Because lover boy over here wanted an excuse to spend time with you alone” George punches his brothers arm playfully, just before he goes to leave he smirks “And for the record Ange is great but she’s with Alicia and I’ve had my eye on a certain commentator for a while now” he winks before jogging up to the others waiting for the train

You watch him jog off before turning up to your boyfriend who was blushing a bit, now you knew he was embarrassed he rarely blushed. You could tell he was trying to think of something to say, in your happiness you feel a rush of confidence “You are the cutest person in the entire universe” you pull his lips down to meet yours with his jacket, that seems to restore his own confidence, he loved it when you took initiative like this, moving to cup your cheek.

Your kiss is cut short by someone bumping into you “I’m so sorry!” a brunette girl apologises “I was too busy looking for someone”

“No worries” Fred replies as you both help to pick up her stuff as the person she was looking for jogs up

“Tori I’m so sorry Blaise just wouldn’t get his arse out of the…” Draco’s voice trails off as he sees you and Fred “…hi” he greets cautiously

“Malfoy” Fred’s voice is flat as he stands up, it was clear he hadn’t quite forgiven him but he was going to be civil

“Weasley”

You hand Astoria the last bit of fallen luggage before standing up yourself “Hi Draco” you smile shyly

“Y/n” he gives you a curt nod and smile back, your eyes widen slightly at his use of your first name

The blonde boy actually knew everyone’s names he had just always chosen to address people by their last, but since you were nice enough to actually use his first name he returned the favour. Draco picked up a couple of the bags to help Astoria as they leave.

“Have a nice break” the girl smiles while the boy just gives an awkward nod

“You too” you and Fred reply as you watch them walk towards the train that had just began to pull up

“They make a nice couple don’t you think?” you look up at Fred

He purses his lips as he attempts to think of sometime nice to say about Draco of all people but ultimately fails “Yeah…maybe she’ll make him less of a dick”

You burst out in giggles “Freddie”

“Oh come on its true and you know it” Fred picks up your own luggage “Come on Mione will be here to kick our arses onto that train if we don’t get going”

You cough a bit as you enter the burrow via the floo network, you were last to floo through, everyone else could be heard in the next room. Looking around you smile at the self-knitting needles, the mismatched couches and the overall homeliness of it all. It reminded you so much of your old house, it felt so lived in you could just feel the love radiating off the walls.

Fred puts down your luggage, he looks to see your reaction to the burrow, a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he watches you smile, the look of awe on your face “What do you think?”

“I love it” you answer excitedly

He gives you a kiss on the side of the head before taking your hand “Ready to meet my mum”

“As I’ll ever be” he chuckles squeezing your hand as he leads you towards where everyone else is reuniting.

Walking in you see the whole Weasley clan is already there. Bill and Fleur notice your presence first since everyone else is too busy meeting Charlies partner. Both smiling brightly at you as they walk up, the couple hugging Fred before turning to you

“And this is?” Bill looks towards his brother, raising his eyebrows

“This is y/n” he snakes his arm around your waist “My girlfriend”

They could feel the pride exuding from him as he says it, seeing you in the flesh it was clear to Bill how much his little brother adored you. The eldest Weasley son had always wondered what kind of girl would be the one to finally tame him, much like Ron and Hermione you were opposites, one loud and outgoing the other quiet and shy, the perfect combination.

The couple smile “Nice to meet you” Bill nods

“I remember you from the ball, your dress was so beautiful as were you” Fleur compliments causing you to blush a bit

“Thank you” you squeak out, sure she was only half vela but now you knew how Ron must have felt, she was gorgeous

Bill chuckles, he was more than used to this reaction the same had happened with Tonks as well, although it was even worse for you since you were much shyer than her. Fred just raised an eyebrow at the interaction, thank merlin Fleurs taken or I’d be in trouble, he joked to himself

“Fred!” Molly interrupts pulling you out of your slight bi panic on Fleur

“Hey mum” Fred returns his mother’s hug

Bill gives you a reassuring smile as he and Fleur move to go talk to the others. As she pulls away her face lights up as she looks you up and down, she remembered overhearing her son talk about you at the battle and since he when back to Hogwarts mentions of you have only increased in his letters home

“Hello dear” she pulls you into a hug

You didn’t even care if she was suffocating you, the hug was filled with the kind of paternal affection you missed more than anything. Eventually she does pull away as Fred says something about crushing you.

“It’s so nice to officially meet you, welcome to the family” she pinches your cheeks leading you to meet the rest of the Weasleys, you look behind to see Fred smiling as he follows you both

You were introduced to Arthur first who was thrilled to have another person he could ask about all thing’s muggle related, after exhausting Hermione over the last few years. Then you were introduced to Charlie and his partner, who then told you some of the coolest stories you had very heard, his partner had even better ones, wowing everyone with a story about how they rode a dragon when they were just 14. Finally, you met Percy who was way more relaxed than he used to be when you saw him at Hogwarts, much to the families delight.

Once you had eaten dinner, Molly and Arthur went to bed, followed by Bill and Fleur about an hour later, with Charlie, his partner and Percy turning in not long after them. The 7 of you sat up for a while exchanging and reminiscing about different things before everyone decided to head to bed. You and Fred were last to head up as you needed to get a glass of water, but in reality, you were just trying to delay going up.

You and Fred had napped together before but you had never slept overnight. Being in different houses it was risky; the professors being only so lenient about it. It didn’t help that George had teased you both about not getting up to anything while he’s sleeping when he headed up to his and Fred old bedroom.

“Mind pouring me one too” you turn at Fred’s voice behind you

Instead of pouring him one you just hand him the rest of yours, he grins taking it from you leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek before gulping it down. He places the glass in the sink, looking back at you “Ready for bed” he holds out his hand

Meeting his eyes, you instantly feel relaxed, you were still nervous but you knew everything would be okay as long as you were with him. Nodding you take his hand letting him lead you upstairs. Entering the bedroom, you find George already sound asleep, soft snores coming from his side of the room. Fred pulls off his shirt, casually throwing it onto a chair before going into a drawer and pulling out a pyjama top. He turns around to see you staring at his chest, lips ever so slightly upturned. As he puts on the top you snap out of your daze, embarrassment flooding your face as you realise he caught you not so subtly admiring him.

He smiles at your cute expression before looking over at your packed case, deciding to go back in and pull another one of his shirts handing it to you “Here, save you unpacking tonight”

You nod taking it from him, smiling down at it while he turns around giving you privacy. You undress leaving yourself in just your underwear, slipping on his shirt its huge, even on Fred you were sure it would be too big. The shirt fell to your mid-thigh, you lift up the front giving it a sniff, sighing as you breath in Fred’s scent.

You walk up tapping his shoulder, he turns around giving you a smile before it drops making you tilt your head. It was then you saw his eyes trailing up and down your body in particular your exposed legs. He sees you shift from one foot to the other snapping him out of his own admiring, quickly whispering an apology

“It’s okay, I’m going to get into bed” you lean up giving him a kiss before walking around lifting up the covers

Fred gulps as the top rides up a bit, tearing his eyes away as he goes to slip into pyjama bottoms while your fixing the covers. As you settle into bed he joins you, laying on his back you shuffle closer. He grins as you snuggle into his side before wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes you smile “Goodnight Freddie” leaning up you kiss him, he holds you as you try to pull back extending the kiss, giving you a few extra pecks before eventually letting you go.

As you return to your original position you feel him kiss you head “Goodnight my little puff”

“Freddie” you poke your boyfriends face kneeling on the bed next to him but he remained asleep

You look over to see George still completely out as well, pouting you have an idea. Jumping up you walk down into the kitchen, Bill and Charlie raise an eyebrow as you go to fill two pots with water, Percy walking back into the room smirking, having a good idea as to what you are up to. You pick up the pots heading out of the kitchen ignoring the smirks from the older boys, you freeze as Molly walks in. The older women looks at the two pots then back at you before smiling, nodding her head for you to take them upstairs.

As you re-enter the bedroom the boys are still asleep, you set the pots down grabbing a regular pen from your bag proceeding to draw some funny faces on your boyfriend and George. Giving George ‘Harry’ style glasses and Fred a little curly moustache as well as a little kiss when you finish. Grabbing your wand, you lift the two pots over the boy’s heads

“Sorry Freddie” you whisper to yourself as you tip the water on them.

“Holy mother of Godric!” George snaps up mouth wide open at the freezing cold water

“Merlin!” your boyfriend exclaims with a similar expression

The two look up to hear you unable to hold your giggles, Fred’s face instantly relaxes shaking his head as he chuckles. Looking over at George his laughter increases, this brother doing the same as he sees Fred’s face.

“Nice tash” Fred tilts his head looking in the mirror then to you with a ‘I’m going to get you back for that’ look

“Nice glasses” Georges laughter stops, jumping up he looks in the mirror “And I thought you were going to be a good influence” he shakes his head at you

You barley register any of that as you’re dying of laughter, once you finally compose yourself you speak grinning like a madman “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks y/n” George chuckles a bit as he gives you a hug “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to wash this off because Harry will get jealous I pull this off better than him” he walks out and you turn back to Fred

Walking up to him you don’t care that’s he’s drenched, you sit on the bed leaning up to give him a kiss “Happy Birthday Freddie”

I’m so in love with her, Fred thinks as he grabs your face to kiss you again “Thank you darling”

The twin’s birthday was spending in the burrow with family, George loved your gift even wearing it the rest of the day. Fred loved his gifts too, you got him a little photobook filled with photos of you both and after going to the weirdest shop in Hogsmeade you got a little charmed ornament that held Fred’s patronus, well actually it was Georges but they had the same one.

Later in the day, Fred took George out to play quidditch with the others but little did the younger twin know the whole thing was actually a distraction. Fred knew George and Lee loved each other, both were just too scared to say it. He knew George was planning on confessing when Lee got back from touring but Fred thought his brother deserved a much more epic confession. You had helped him plan it all week, so now Hermione, Ginny and yourself were all sat in the kitchen watching them play outside as you waited for Lee to arrive via the floo network

“How’s your stay been so far y/n, I hope we haven’t scared you off yet” Ginny winks at you

You giggle “It’s been amazing and you all are wonderful, I’m just happy I get to be a part of it”

The girls smile at you, Ginny giving you a small side hug “Well I can’t wait to call you both my sisters officially one day” the red-haired girl giggles as you and Hermione blush a bit

The three of your eyes are drawn towards the window as Fred catches a quaffle right outside, shouting ‘sorry that was Bills fault’. Hermione and Ginny don’t fail to notice the beam on your face as Fred winks at you before he flies off

“You and Freddie have been getting close over the last few days” Hermione raises her eyebrow “Have you two ya know…”

“Shagged” Ginny blurts out making you blush and Hermione nudge her

“I was trying to be subtle, merlin Gin” she looks back at you “But…have you?” she muses

You stare between the two of them, sure you and Fred had definitely had the opportunity having his dorm to yourselves a couple times but you had never gone further than making out. You knew Fred was experienced while you? Not so much but you knew you loved him and you were ready to take the next step

You shake your head “We’ve made out and things, I think I’m ready but I’m just a bit anxious” you laugh nervously

“I was nervous the as well with Ron” Hermione confesses “Especially since I wasn’t his first” she pouts a bit

“Me too with Harry even if I had already been with Dean” Ginny admits “It’s natural to be a bit scared” she squeezes your hand “Fred loves you, like he love loves you, his eyes shine brighter when he looks at you than when he first saw the shop all finished”

You smile “I know he loves me, we haven’t said it yet but I know he does and I love him” they smile “Its more the things outside our relationship that makes me worried”

“Like those bitches in Ravenclaw” Ginny’s jaw clenches, she knew all about them even almost tried to kill one of them during a quidditch match

“I know I shouldn’t let those rumours they spread get to me, I know they’re false but its more the fact they flirt with Freddie right in front of me like I don’t even exist. I just watch as they fawn all over him, I mean Freddie must think I’m pathetic standing there” you sigh placing your head on the table

“You aren’t pathetic y/n and Fred certainly has never thought that” Hermione tries to console you

“I know this might not be the advice you want to hear but you need to put them in their place” Ginny says as she rubs your back

“What do you mean?” you look up at her

“Well I had a similar problem with girls coming up to Harry being the chosen one and everything, you just have to mark your territory a bit. Of course, I told them to get fucked and may or may not have threatened them to back off with my…” Ginny is cut off

“Ginny!” Hermione looks at her friend appalled “You didn’t?”

“What, one of them tried to slip him a love potion, you would have done the same” Ginny defends herself as you giggle a little “Anyway what I’m saying is next time they come up to Fred stand your ground a little bit”

“And maybe don’t threaten them like Gin” Hermione adds getting a little glare from Ginny

“You think that would work?” they nod “I don’t know if I have it in me” you frown

“You do, trust me theirs a little fire in there” Ginny points to your stomach “every woman has it”

“She’s right, I didn’t think I had it in me either until I told…” Hermione stops herself “…we shouldn’t speak ill of the umm” she swallows hard as Ginny cringes

You knit your eyebrows together “You both know Lavender is alive right?” you look between them

The girl’s eyes widen “Wait, really?” Ginny asks

“Yeah, I mean she didn’t come back because she was turned into a werewolf but yeah she’s alive” you clarify

“How do you know?” Hermione inquires

“Jess sent me a letter saying she was one of her first customers since she sells wolfbane potion on discount” you explain

“Oh” Hermione nods head tilted

“Okay then, you show those bitches he’s yours just like Hermione handed Lavender’s arse to hers” Ginny perks up patting Hermione’s back as she goes a bit red

“Amen sister” you all jump at Lees voice behind you

“Bloody hell” Hermione sheiks before cringing “Crap I’m turning into Ron”

You, Ginny and Lee laugh at her as she buries her head in her hands giggling before you turn to greet the boy “Hey Lee”

“Hey y/n, looks like we both bagged ourselves a twin each huh” he smirks at you as you giggle “Speaking of Gin do you have it set up?”

After double checking everything you and the girls huddle by the window as you watch for Georges reaction as Lee starts commentating on the ‘match’

“Oh, looks like Georgie boy has the ball, he’s weaving through the other chasers before stopping and staring at his very handsome, very successful friend that loves him very much, way more than a friend so he’s decided to surprise him and pronounce his love for his ginger on his 21st birthday…” you all giggle at the commentating, smiling as Georges face light up “…and now he’s flying down, he touches the ground discarding the quaffle and broom, walking up to... mhm” Lee is cut off by George kissing him, the rest of the family cheering as they touch down on the ground behind

Fred looks over to see you, Hermione and Ginny cheering through the window. You catch his eye watching as he smiles brightly mouthing ‘thank you’

“Hey love” Fred greets you as he walks into the bedroom

“Hey Freddie” you smile up at him “Where’s Georgie and Lee?”

“Lee booked a room in a hotel for a couple of nights so he and Georgie are staying there tonight” he gives you a knowing look

“Oh” you giggle catching on “So we have the room to ourselves?”

“Yup, a night of peace and quiet” Fred jokes as he goes to get his pjs out

You grip his jumper stopping him, making him turn to look at you. He looks at you confused as you lead him towards the bed sitting him down, before climbing onto his lap.

He smirks “I see what you’re doing little puff” he nuzzles his nose with yours as he moves his hand up to your cheek capturing his lips with yours “Happy Birthday to me” he mumbles against your lips as you giggle a little

Soon his hands move down to your waist as the kiss heats up, yours moving to the back of his neck. As Fred slips his tongue into your mouth your hands glide down to lift the hem of his shirt. Fred eyebrows knit together as he pulls back taking your hands in his stopping you

“I’m sorry” you apologise feeling a bit embarrassed

Fred shakes his head “Oh no, don’t be sorry love” he cups your cheeks “Just because we have the room to yourselves and it’s my birthday doesn’t mean you need to feel like we have to go further than your comf…”

You cut him off moving your own hands up to grip his wrists “I want to” you smile bringing his hand up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss on the palm

Fred looks into your eyes to make sure you want this as much as he does, looking for any sign of worry but he only finds love in them. He smiles moving into kiss you again, letting you take off his shirt this time.

You feel yourself being pulled aside as you walk towards the Great Hall for breakfast, looking up you see your boyfriend

“Freddie where are we going?” you ask as he leads you down an empty corridor

“Patience little puff” he says, looking around before tugging you into a small enclave

“Oh, that’s where we’re going” you grin up at him

“Actually, I pulled you in here for something else” your grin drops but quickly returns “But while we are here” he places his bag on the ground next to you and picks you up, holding you against the wall as you wrap your legs and arms around him

“Freddie” you giggle as he places kisses all over your face

“What? Do you want me to stop love?”

You shake your head “Never” he moves in to properly kiss you

After his birthday you and Fred only grew closer, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you were the same with him. Your PDA definitely increased, whenever you were together he always had his arm around you and in class he would either hold your hand under the desk or have his hand on your thigh. You were still nervous but after your talks with Ginny and Hermione and Molly absolutely adoring you, you felt more confident.

The Ravenclaw girls and a lot of others had noticed the increase in you and Fred affections, the girls were furious on the first day back when they spotted a hickey on Fred’s neck. Although they quickly clapped back, spreading the rumour that you and Fred had finally did it and he would use you up and throw you away any day now.

Fred pulls back, gently setting you down as you wobble a little straightening out your uniform. As you fix your skirt you remember Fred actually had something to tell you before your impromptu make out session “Freddie?”

“Yeah love?” he smiles down at you

“What did you want to tell me?” you bite your lip

“Oh” his eyes light up in recognition “We don’t have any classes together until Dark arts and I want to make sure you were alright for the presentation” he pushes some of your hair back

Your heart flutters “I’m okay a bit nervous but…” you take his and in yours “…as long as you’re with me I know it’ll all be okay”

He smiles down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead “Right you better get to breakfast”

“Are you not coming?” you ask as you exit the little enclave

“Me and Georgie have a little something we need to do” he flashes you a toothy grin

You start giggling at him before your attention is pulled to some people approaching. Looking over, you and Fred sigh as you see the girl who just can’t take no for an answer walk right up to you both, well, walk right up to Fred with her little posse behind her.

“Hiya Freddie” she smirks at him, it falters a little as she sees your clothes are a bit rugged but she recovers “I just wanted to wish you luck with your presentation today” she bites her lip

You roll your eyes, although you did realise Ginny was right, you could feel a small ember in you as you watched her tragic display.

Fred nods giving a fake smile “Thanks, good luck to you as well”

“Aww thank you” she glances at you as she goes to rub Fred’s arm but stops at a voice booming down the corridor

“Fred!” George shouts down the corridor “Get your arse over here!” he gestures

“Oh shit” Fred looks at you “Sorry love, I’ll see you later okay?” you nod as he kisses your cheek quickly running off following his brother down the hall

You chuckle a little as you watch him run off before turning back to the girl who lets her true colours show, all of her friends giving you death glares behind her.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Hufflepuff” she steps towards you making you step back “Showing up out of nowhere and bewitching our Freddie like that, what, you use one of their little potions on him or something?”

“No” you answer meekly

“You sure? Because Freddie’s been around a bit” you grimace slightly “He’s handsome, tall, popular, not to mention he’s now a war hero and rich with that little shop of his. As for you…” she looks you up and down “…you’re a pathetic little Hufflepuff with no friends, sitting alone at the table every morning with your little book, just face it to him you’re nothing more than a pity fuck” she makes a teasing expression as her friends laugh behind her

“What can the little Hufflepuff not talk back?” one of her little followers’ mocks, the boy giving a pouty expression

“You think your special?” she scoffs “I bet he hasn’t even told you he loves you, hell, your patronus’ weren’t even the same. Just face it y/n, you’ll never be his, eventually he’ll realise he should be with me” she crosses her arms smiling smugly along with her friends behind her

In that moment you felt something snap, maybe this was what the girls were talking about, you felt that fire ignite. Little did you or those girls realise Fred had heard the latter end of the conversation as he came back to get the bag he forgot when he ran off with George. He was about to step in when you finally stand up to them

“Listen missy, I’m tired of you and your desperate pleas for my boyfriend’s attention, its embarrassing watching you throw yourself at him. I mean do you have any respect for yourself?” her eyes widen, as do the other girls as you point at her “I’m not going anywhere so you better back off because I’m his and he’s mine” Fred admires you as you speak, heart welling as you calling him yours.

He steps forward “Well said darling” he announces his presence causing the girls head to whip towards him looking mortified, similar expressions on her friends faces as well

“Freddie…I” the girl whines as she falters trying to find something to say

“You heard my girl, back off” he smirks as he comes up wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a little shake

The girls run off quickly, as you start breathing heavy “Did I really just do that” you look up at him in disbelief, putting a hand over your mouth letting out a small laugh

Fred smiles “Yup and it was badass love” he moves placing his hands on your shoulders rubbing up and down “You have no idea how proud I am” he kisses your forehead

“You are?”

“Yeah” he nods leaning down to your ear “Not to mention how hot you are when you’re all fired up like that” you giggle as he tugs you closer to him

“Want to skip our first classes?” you bite your lip

“Hell yeah” you giggle as he takes your hand leading you back to his dorm

“Well done Mr Malfoy, Miss Greengrass, excellent presentation” Remus compliments, smiling as they sit back down Draco gives Astoria’s hand a small squeeze under the desk

“Alright finally Mr Weasley, Miss Y/l/n” he invites you and Fred up to the front of the class “Just begin when you are ready”

“Hello everyone” Fred’s greet the class “Our presentation is on patronus’, in particularly corporeal patronus forms. These are more powerful that non-corporeal form but they are much hardest to cast, my little sister and future brother in law…” he winks at Harry who goes red as Ginny giggles “…have two of the most powerful ones I’ve ever seen”

He looks to you to continue, you take a breath before speaking “These forms are unique to each person and are produced using a powerful memory, most often being a happy one, but any positive memory, like love is a very powerful emotion that can be used when attempting to produce one. These can change overtime, for example Professor Lupins wife’ patronus changed from a rabbit to a wolf as she fell in love with him” you smile at Remus who returns it

Fred takes it from there “Patronus’ can take on the form of any living creature, most common being regular animals like dogs, cats etc. but there are some that take the form of magical creatures, like Professor Dumbledore had a Phoenix and a man called Andros the Invincible supposedly had one in the form of a Giant…but…” you and Fred pull your wands out “…why tell you all about these when we could show you?”

“Ready love” he whispers giving your hand a squeeze

“Ready”

You give each other one last smile as you both say the words Expecto Patronum, the class sits in awe as light floods from the ends of both of your wands. The light beginning to take its forms, the class lets out a ‘ooo’ in unison while you and Fred look at each other smiling before your attention is pulled by another student

“Hey their patronus’ are the same!”

Fred and you look over to see Fred patronus is no longer a magpie but a robin like yours. You both look back at each other as your patronus’ dance around the classroom. In that moment you knew of certainty he loved you as much you love him and it was now your turn to not care if you were in class. You grab him by the collar of the shirt and pull him down to your lips, kissing him with everything you had, to which he more than happily returns, even dipping you down for extra flourish.

The class looks up at the two of you as the patronus’ dissipate, erupting in cheers, even Draco, Pansy and Blaise smiling and clapping at the scene.

“That’s my future sister in law” George cheers

“Get some y/n!” Ginny shouts

As you both pull back you speak “I love you” looking up into his eyes as your still dipped down in his arms

He smiles at you “I love you more” he captures your lips again

Remus shakes his head chuckling at the scene, overjoyed for you both, but he does give a little cough to let you both know you are still in a room. You and Fred pull back as he helps you to stand up properly, you’re like a little like jelly from the kiss. Your legs start to feel even more wobbly as get fluttered realising you actually just did that in a room full of people, while Fred just slithers his arm around your waist giving you a kiss on the fore head before stepping forward

“I hope you enjoyed our presentation, I know I did, we didn’t even know about the plot twist finale” he jokes as the class giggles, pulling you over to him you giggle as you both bow to the class“Thanks for listening”

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred lives #fred weasley fluff #angst and fluff #hurt/comfort #shy!reader #shy reader

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cassieb1617 · 2 years

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Dramatic💌

Pairing: Dad!Sirius Black x daughter!reader, Background Fred Weasley x fem!Black!reader

Fluff/humour

Summary: Sirius found out about his daughter’s boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

Warnings: absent mother; mentions of death; I think that’s all

A/N: My daddy issues got the best of me; *slight AU where Sirius didn’t go to Azkaban. Otherwise I guess it wouldn’t make sense.

The people from the noble and most ancient house of Black were frightened witches and wizards. Be it the cold gaze they have on their face or that they were known for their interest and participating in dark and borderline illegal magic. Maybe it was the almost emotionless grey eyes that were a signature look or the way they glare at people like they were killing them. The Blacks were, all in all, not very pleasant people to be around. Though, of course, there were exceptions. Such as Andromeda Tonks née Black, who got disowned for marrying a muggleborn, Ted Tonks. Or Sirius Black, who got disowned for befriending and communicating to half-bloods, muggle-born and blood-traitor.

But if asking around Hogwarts in 1995 you would get the answer that it was the sweet, quiet but charming (y/h), (y/n) Black. Daughter of Sirius Black and an one night stand he can’t remember. Nonetheless Sirius loved her like he did no one else. She was her father’s pride and happiness. Never had Sirius felt such love and admiration for somebody. And (y/n) felt no different towards him. Since she can remember it was always her father and herself. Her mother was never in the picture so Sirius took care of her alongside her uncle Moony and James and Lily. After the tragedy in 1981 the picture changed. Then it was just Sirius, Remus, little Harry and (y/n). It was when she got older that she knew what happened. So when (y/n) had to go to Hogwarts Sirius was practically sobbing and Harry cried because she left while Remus just rolled his eyes at their unnecessarily dramatics, although he had slipped a few tears as well.

Now it was july 1995 and the Order of the phoenix was staying in 12 Grimmauld place, a place Sirius despised. He loathed that house and wished that his little princess, (y/n), never had to face such an cruel place. But alas he couldn’t help it. It was the safest place they could be now Voldemort starts to rise again. While the order meetings were held there, the two Blacks, the Weasley family, Harry, Hermione and Remus had to live there, the rest left after a meeting, gladly leaving the hateful walls. But with the Blacks living there it meant that (y/n) was living there and with the Weasleys it meant Fred was living there. The pair of them started dating in their sixth year when he asked her to accompany him to the ball and she said yes, now it was their seventh year and they were still as happy. There was just the teenie tiny problem that neither Sirius or Remus or the Weasley parents knew of them. It just never came up so they didn’t tell them.

Remus started noticing things. Like how close the two of them sat at dinner table or how the both of them were completely ignoring everyone else when talking to each other. Or how disgustingly often they laughed with each other. He knew the two were close from when he himself was a teacher at hogwarts but not this close. They didn’t randomly whispered things in each other’s ear and then giggling about it. Well, it did happen but it was never this intimate. So naturally one day after dinner he told them to wait and asked them about it. The two teenagers agreed that they wouldn’t deny it when asked, frankly they didn’t hide their relationship but knowing her father and his dramatics they didn’t announce it either. Her father was a Black as much as he wants to argue with that, in the end he got some characteristics from them. Such as being dramatic. (Y/n) was like that as well but she would never admit it.

Remus and the young couple, in the end, decided on not telling Sirius about it. They would wait until he would find it out himself and knowing him, even though being incredibly smart, he was utterly oblivious when it came to such things with his little star.

It didn’t take that much longer for Sirius to find out. Only a few days later when he found them cuddling on the couch with her head on his chest and his arms around her. And Sirius, being Sirius, had to throw an overly dramatic tantrum about it. It was an loud scream that woke up the whole house in the early hours of the morning, a scream like someone had just stabbed Sirius in his leg.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” An obvious shocked Sirius shouted in the middle of the night, the others already downstairs, wand in hand. Upon seeing that Sirius was just dramatic though, only Remus, Arthur, Molly and George stayed, the first named to help solve this out, the two eldest redhairs because they wanted to know what was going on between the Black heiress and their son and the latter just to see and enjoy the show. Bless him, he will probably tell that story his future children.

“Sirius, must you be so loud? You woke everyone up.” The lycanthrope said. “Remus, do you- do you see this? MY little girl was attacked by that stupid ginger haired boy?!” Sirius, again, almost shouted. “Sirius, do not call my son stupid.” Molly screeched. “And I’m pretty sure he didn’t attack her. They look quiet comfy there, both of them.” Arthur added rather amused at his antics.

“Dad, why are you so bloody loud? Would you keep it down so that at least the rest can continue to sleep? And calm the hell down as well, we were just sleeping.” (Y/n) said tiredly, having not slept enough with talking to Fred in the majority of the night. “You, young lady, I told you no boys. Not until you’re at least 40 years old. So tell me why exactly you were all - all close to that redheaded boy?” Her dad fumed.

“Maybe I could explain it to you, old man, when you would let me speak.” The young Black sassed. At that, a round of chuckles were among the small group of seven, although said old man just gasped in mock offending. “Dad, Fred is my boyfriend. I’m surprised it took you that long to notice really.” She continued. At that point Sirius looked ready to faint. “No, no, no it can’t be. He can’t be your boyfriend. You’re like what? 12? You don’t know the meaning of that word. Stop saying nonsense.” Sirius mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

(Y/n) sighed. “Dad, I’m 17. I’m one year younger then when you got me. So stop being so overly dramatic and move on, really.” She rolled her eyes while saying this. There was a pause. You could hear a pin drop, so quiet was it. “I’m not dramatic.” Was Sirius’ only answer. Then he turned around and went to bed, muttering quiet ‘relationship my arse’s and ‘at least he has humour’s and ‘stupid ginger haired baboon’s. The three adults looked at each other, as did the two twins before looking to the grinning (y/e/c)- eyed. “He’s okay with it. He just needed to make a dramatic scene.” And with that and an “I’m happy for you, son” from arthur and an “I hope the wedding is soon” from Molly the elder couple went to bed as well.

“Good night, you three” muttered Resmus and going to bed as well. “I’m disappointed. I hoped there would be some kind of reality-show drama like in that tv thingy I’ve seen. But no just a little headshake and that was it. You, you two disgustingly happy couple, I’m ashamed. Night because I wish for you to not be it a good one.” Said George and disappearing up the stairs as well, huffing and scoffing.

The young couple looked at each other. “Well, I thought it’d be worse.” Fred said simply. “Believe me there will be in the next days more. He was just tired.” The youngest Black answered. “Good night, my love.” Fred said. “Good night, Freddie.” And with that the two happy people fell back asleep.

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greetings-and-salutations · 3 years

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30 Fluffy Fic Recs for 300 Followers - Weasley Twins

(Oh my gosh thank you so much for 300 followers. Ima go cry in a corner now. You guys are the absolute best I can’t handle it 🥲)

NO SMUT! JUST FLUFF : )

Fred Weasley

1. “technicolor” by: @weelittleweasley

2. “tired eyes are the death of me” by: @nancybycrs

3. “Jacket Thief” by: @emf005

4. “I Hate You” by: @saintlike78

5. “smiling kisses” by: @plant-flwrs

6. “it was all yellow” by: @ickle-ronniekins

7. “madly in love with you.” by: @eatingcloudsxx

8. “excuses” part 1 | part 2 by: @wondernimbus

9. “unlike me” by: @panda-noosh

10. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Weasley” by: @bl597

11. “Games” by: @wreckofawriter

12. “not morning yet” by: @damn-stark

13. “The Bet” by: @gobletofweasleys

14. “That’s Definitely You” by: @rons-wheezely

15. “mornings sighs (what a sight)” by: @butterbeerblurbs

George Weasley

16. “ink stains” by: @accioxreparo

17. “too cold for that” by: @lovequills

18. “Shower Buddy” by: @george-fabian-weasley

19. “Golden” by: @nancybycrs

20. “Early Practice” by: @law-nerd105

21. “love at first sight” by: @wondernimbus

22. “Stupid Soulmates, and Valentines Day” by: @scarletwidowvibes

23. “Pathetic” by: @bl597

24. “the one I was meant to find” by: @ickle-ronniekins

25. “Never Let Go of You” by: @awritingtree

26. “how to carve a pumpkin” by: @moonlitmeeks

27. “Greenhouse Suprises” by: @iliveiloveiwrite

28. “Work until late” by: @angelblacksmith

29. “if I’m smiling it’s because of you” by: @butgilinsky

30. “knitted sweaters and fuzzy socks” by: @weasleysandwheezes

(Again, I can’t thank you guys enough, honestly. I love you all so very much. 🥰 So, any ideas for what I should do for the next milestone?)

#fic recs #fred and george #fred and george weasley #weasley twins #fred wealsey fic #george weasley fic #fred weasley fluff #george weasley fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #george weasley x you #300 followers #i appreciate it #love you all

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saintlike78 · 2 years

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Good reviews and spilled potions [F.W]

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A/N: this is a part of the Harry Potter writing event and I’m so excited to contribute my first fic for the event 🤍

Pairings: Fred Weasley x fem! Reader

Words: 3k

Summary: Fred’s bad day stirs up a storm when it accidentally affects you

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff ending, vomit mention, crying. As always lmk if I missed anything.

How could a day be so painfully awful? That thought ran through Fred’s mind, sending anger signals along to accompany it. He thought that perhaps every person who’d entered the shop had made a collective decision to be as horrible as they could be.

The morning had started incredible, filled with kisses and gentle whispers before both of you had been forced out of bed by the time. You’d hugged him extra tight before you left, wishing him the best day - as you did every day.

Today he wished your warm kisses and goodbye was enough to pull him through the day, but unfortunately, they were not; he didn’t even make it past lunch before he had a permanent angry frown on his face and his attitude was less than stellar when speaking to costumers.

At first, a massive order of puking pastels didn’t arrive as planned - which was unfortunate when everybody that day seemed to be in deep need of that exact product.

A lady came in and yelled at Fred for not having enough merchandise in stock, complaining that they should plan ahead better.

A group of kids knocked over a whole row of love potions, leaving them low in stock of yet another product and a massive cleanup on the 1st floor - along with Fred having to be in charge of getting everyone exposed an antidote.

Costumer after costumer came - each as equally horrible - putting a massive wedge in Fred’s usually happy and cheerful mood.

So, he went about his day, grumpy and very annoyed.

“Excuse me, Mr Weasley, sir… someone vomited over there,” an apologetic looking young woman stammered, pointing to one of the many shelves and a green looking child hunched over.

He tried not to let his anger and annoyance show to this one lovely lady, smiling politely and thanking her before hurriedly looking around for George.

“Someone threw up,” he deadpanned, making a surprised George raise his eyebrows as he stood from where he was putting away items.

“So… clean it up…?”

“I cleaned the amortentia and fixed the antidote… it’s your turn,” he waved his hand, annoyed, fed up with the day.

George sighed, “fine; then you have to finish stocking inventory.”

“Gladly.”

George patted him on the shoulder, making way to clean up the mess, “just 30 more minutes, and we’re closed.”

Fred nodded solemnly, bending down to stock the items and counting the minutes.

It was as if the universe had decided to gift you with all of the good energy. In a bright corner of Diagon Alley, Fred was having the worst day, but on the other side, you were having the best day ever.

You had a talent for making most situations good, so what would seem like a mediocre day to most would easily be made to be a fantastic day in your eyes. Today, though, was incredible.

Everyone was wonderful and thoughtful; not a single thing seemed to go wrong.

During lunch, while reading the Daily Prophet, a particular review caught your eye - or more precisely, the two red-haired twins on the photo accompanying the review. You beamed excitedly as you read the kind words written about Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, feeling an accomplished feeling of pride, knowing just how hard they worked and how well deserved the praise was.

So, you couldn't hide the skip in your step as you trudged your way up through the alley. You smiled and waved politely at the shop owners you knew as they locked up their storefronts, just as excited as you to go home.

Even though you had your own place, you practically lived with the twins, never really counting your own place as home.

Your heart flipped with glee as you saw the big bright orange building, a familiar happy wizard statue smiling at you and welcoming you home.

The bell on the door pinged as you entered, the warmth immediately engulfing your body, shaking off all the frosty cold. George perked up from atop the railing, just about to tell whoever entered that the shop was closed until he saw you and smiled a tired smile accompanied by a wave.

“Hi, Georgie…- where’s Fred?” You asked with a beaming smile.

“He’s in the office,” George smiled, going back to his task as you disappeared into the back room.

A light knock rang through the office, but only a grunt of acknowledgement gave you the green light to enter.

Fred stood bent over by the desk, looking at a pile of paperwork with a frown - though you couldn’t see it with his back to you.

You bounced over to him, hugging him around his middle, squeezing him.

“Hi, baby…- I missed you.”

Fred only hummed, petting the hand on his stomach before detaching it from him.

You didn’t think anything of it, choosing to instead stand by his side, linking your arm around his to look at the paperwork on the desk.

“Did you have a nice day?” you asked, leaning your head on his bicep, breathing in his comforting scent that you’d missed the whole day.

Again, he only hummed with a shrug, not giving a proper answer, too engrossed in his paperwork to answer properly, perhaps.

Suddenly the memory of the article resurfaced, and you squeezed his arm excitedly, “you won’t believe what I saw tod-“

“Gods! Can you not cling to me all the fucking time and give me space for two fucking seconds?!” he exclaimed, palm colliding with the solid wood of his desk, making a tiny gasp erupt from the base of your throat as you jumped back.

It’s as if the whole world suddenly moved in slow motion, your movements slow and uncharacteristically unsure. You moved backwards slowly, your hand mindlessly feeling around for your wand.

“Oh, sorry…- wasn’t even important… I’ll just show you later,” your voice cracked and wavered, even as you tried to conceal the shake in it. That familiar sting that accompanies impending tears slowly spread over your eyes and the centre of your forehead.

Fred just stared in complete shock as you backed away from him, his own words and actions surprising him as much as they did you.

“Baby, I-.”

He slowly reached out, but you only moved further, shaking your head with a forced smile.

“No, it’s fine, too much, got it… I’m sorry…- I’ll just pop out for a bit,” you whispered, forcing a small laugh to ease the situation, feeling the first tear slip down and over your cheek. You gave him a quick smile before waving your wand, apparating away from the tense office.

Fred stared at where you had stood, brain working to comprehend you leaving. Frustrated hands ran over his face and through his fiery hair, leaving it an unruly mess on top of his pounding head.

A sigh escaped him as regret and guilt crawled from the pit of his stomach and spread throughout his entire body.

The look on your face was cemented into his memory; it was all he saw when he shut his eyes. He didn’t even know what he was thinking, yelling at you over being excited to show him something; he loved when you were excited, and he practically punished you for it, watching the little sparkle in your eyes be shut off by just a single moment of anger.

He had no idea where you could have gone; you wouldn’t have gone to your place; it would be too easy to find you. He knew you had a special place, but he hadn’t had the privilege of seeing it yet, and now he didn’t think he ever would get that chance.

Finding you would be like looking for a needle in a stack of needles, practically impossible, but he had to try.

The wind combed through your hair, salty and with traces of sand. You were inhaling a broken breath, hiccuping as you choked on sobs. Your vision was blurred, the large ocean in front of you looking like nothing more than a blurry blue blob. You wiped furiously at your eyes, trying to calm the stream of salty tears that wetted your cheeks and the top of your, or actually, Fred’s knitted jumper.

Your trouser covered bum hit the soft sand, needing to sit and cry for just a moment longer. It felt good to let it out in a place where you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed, but it still couldn’t wholly patch up the hurt you felt in your chest.

You always feared that you maybe were too much sometimes, you always tried to dial it down, but sometimes it just slipped out in larger than tolerable quantities.

But maybe it was a good thing - that he snapped - now you knew his limit, right?

But what if he was fed up now? Realising just how annoying you were, finally seeing sense that he was too good for you.

You cried a little harder, fisting at the sand around you.

The tears turned from a waterfall to a gentle stream, sobs turning to gentle sniffles. The tears cleared slowly, allowing you to see the ocean, the waves lapping gently over one another, matching your slowing breath. The sun lay low on the horizon, almost completely drowned in the sea. Your head swam with millions of thoughts, each just as loud and hurtful as the last.

You thought of how to manage the situation; would you go home and forget about it? That would perhaps be easier than facing anything, too afraid of Fred leaving.

The same sentence ran through your brain, “just remember; don’t be too much.”

So you calmed, watching the sun disappear under the water, the moon taking its place in the sky, accompanied by millions of bright-faced stars.

Fred walked frustrated and disappointedly back up the street of Diagon Alley, heading toward the brightly coloured store with his giant head on it. Stupid fucking head, he thought.

He had walked around aimlessly, not sure where to look. He knew you loved the ocean, the sound and the smell of sea air an easy way to calm you - but he had no clue as to which beach you would go to. He had wracked his brain, but no thoughts came to mind.

He thought back to Shell Cottage, so of course, he had gone to that beach, but as expected, you weren’t there.

A long sigh escaped him as the front door to the apartment shut behind him.

“No luck?” George asked sympathetically, stirring the contents of the pot in front of him as he stood in the kitchen.

Fred shook his head, a deep frown overtaking his usually cheerful face.

“I feel so fucking stupid,” he breathed, kicking his shoes off, heading for the couch, but opting to pace in front of the fireplace in hopes that you’d come through.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself; she knows you didn’t mean it,” George sighed, looking up from the pot.

Fred shook his head, “you should’ve seen her face,” his voice lowered with guilt, continuing his pacing.

Your fingers were red, your body shivering - only now did you wish you had thought of a warmer place to go. You looked at your watch, sighing, but it was probably time to go back before Fred worried too much; he was probably asleep at this point, so you convinced yourself that it was safe to go back.

Standing from the cold sand, your joints creaked from the frosty air, and your body ached slightly.

With a wave of your wand and a ‘crack’, you were standing in the living room of the twins' apartment.

A gasp caught in your throat as your eyes landed on a sleeping Fred, seated with his arms crossed on the couch, a deep frown set on his face. He faced the fireplace, obviously having fallen asleep as he waited.

The concern he wore on his face, even in sleep, pulled at your heartstrings. He looked exhausted; deciding to let him rest, you moved to go to his bedroom, but the movements caused his eyes to shoot open, obviously startled.

“YN?” he stood, confusedly looking around before his eyes landed on you, and he released a long relieved breath.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you,” you spoke gently, clutching your cold hands behind your back to warm them.

He shook his head, waving his hands in front of himself as he stepped towards you, “no, no, I’m just glad you’re bac- darling, you’re absolutely freezing.”

His eyebrows scrunched together in concern, feeling your frozen skin under his touch. He pulled you into his chest, finally noting the shiver that chattered your bones.

“Baby…”

He took your red hands in his, squeezing them and placing warming kisses on your frozen fingers.

“Where’d you go?”

Your eyes travelled to your hands in his, “the beach.”

Fred hummed, his suspicions correct.

“Let’s get you warmed up, hmm?”

You nodded, letting him pull you with him to his bedroom. Fred beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed, watching him pull out the warmest jumper and pyjama pants he owned, placing them by your side and nodding at them before disappearing into his bathroom.

You changed into his clothes, throwing your cold ones into the laundry basket and sitting back on the bed.

Neither of you had mentioned anything, and it was poking at the back of your brain. It would be a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy him caring for you like this and ignoring the inevitable talk you’d have to have - but for now, it could be ignored.

A couple of minutes passed before Fred returned, hands carrying a bucket of steaming water. He placed it on the floor in front of you, taking your legs and guiding your cold feet into the warm water. You gasped, the warm water momentarily burning your icy skin, but the feeling soon turned to relief, and your body relaxed.

Fred watched your face relax, warmth spreading through his heart as it did your body.

“Better?”

“Much… thank you, Freddie,” you smiled, squeezing his hand as he took yours in his.

He stood, coming to sit beside you, keeping your hand in his. He looked down at your intertwined hands, rubbing his soft thumb over your smooth flesh.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, your head turning to look at his profile, “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling your body warm, “it’s okay, Freddie…- you were busy… an-and sometimes I forget to dial it down.”

Fred swiftly took your face in his hand, tilting your chin, forcing you to meet his eye, “baby, I love it when you’re all excited and giddy… I love it when you want to show me things, I love to know that you think of me…- I just had a bad day, and I took it out on you; it had nothing to do with you.”

You blinked up at him, turning your face into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand.

“I just don’t want to annoy you when I’m clingy.”

“Never, I love when you cling to me, makes me feel… so loved,” Fred spoke softly, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I love you, Freddie,” you whispered, relaxing against him.

“Still cold, baby?” Fred asked, moving to sit even closer to you, an arm around you to squeeze your hip.

You shook your head with a smile, watching with heart eyes as he scurried to the bathroom, grabbing a towel for you. He bent down, lifting your feet out of the tub one at a time, drying them gently before putting a pair of woollen socks on you.

“I think I might be a little cold still…- but perhaps a cuddle would help,” you smiled shyly, smile growing when Fred laughed.

“Well, if it’s the only thing that’ll help, how can I deny you,” he joked back, ridding himself of his work clothes and changing into pyjama bottoms before crawling under the covers to join you.

Fred let out a pleased hum, pulling you closer to his chest and tangling his legs with yours.

“Mmm, my pretty baby,” he murmured with a sleepy smile.

“My pretty Freddie.”

He chuckled, hugging you even closer, “what did you want to tell me earlier, my darling?”

“Oh-oh!” you sat up excitedly, looking down at a now chuckling Fred.

“So I saw this review for the shop, and it said and I quote ‘brings light and laughter to witches and wizards throughout the entire country.”

You shook his shoulders gently, smiling widely, “isn’t that so exciting?”

Fred smiled just as wide, pulling you down on top of his chest, kissing you all over your face as you giggled excitedly, “that’s wonderful, my love!”

“I saved the newspaper clipping… thought you’d want to see it… maybe even frame it…- the photo they used of you is lovely,” you relaxed against his chest.

A sigh escaped him, the tiniest twinge of guilt resurfacing, but he just hugged you tighter, “my thoughtful girl.”

“I’m just so proud of you, Freddie,” you breathed out, shutting your eyes and relaxing entirely against him.

Fred’s breath hitched, and his eyes felt slightly glassy; he knew his parents were proud of him and George, but it wasn’t something they often told him. He spent most of his time trying to impress you and take care of you, you were the light and love of his life, and he was always so proud of you and your ability to see the good in everything. He just often forgot about himself; how could he ever really think about himself when he had you to think about.

He counted himself the luckiest person alive to be able to be right there with you. You, with your wonderful smile and air of being, just so happy to be by his side - it was indeed a blessing.

“I love you so much, my sweet girl,” Fred whispered, squeezing you as he felt himself drift off and your breathing evening out.

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Title: Tension

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: With the lingering tension between you and Fred, would an accidental kiss change it all?

For people who were destined to be together, there comes a point in their relationship where the friendship also contains some romantic tension.

But, most often, the romantic tension falls upon the shoulders of two oblivious idiots.

Everyone else can practically see it except for the two people in question.

In this case, it was you and your best friend, Fred Weasley.

–

“Morning sunshine.” Fred greeted, plopping down next to you, “Can I have some of that?”

“Get your own breakfast.” You said, sipping on some pumpkin juice, “It’s all literally right in front of you.”

“Come on sunshine. Sharing is caring.” He cooed.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Then I don’t care for you until after breakfast.”

To anyone who had just met the two, they would’ve assumed that they were a couple who had possibly been together for a couple of months.

But, their friend group (and practically the whole population of Hogwarts) knew that the two were just “best friends” or to put it lightly, “blind to the fact that the other reciprocates the romantic feelings”.

While they witnessed the scene in front of them, they could only hope that you and Fred would come to your senses sooner rather than later.

Or they could lock the two of you in a broom closet…

“C’mon sunshine.” Fred stood up the moment he finished his breakfast, “I’ll walk you to your class.”

“Coming!” You said, getting up as well before waving to your friends, “See you guys later!”

On the walk to your classroom, Fred’s hand kept brushing over yours slightly but never actually touching.

Your schedule was almost exactly the same - except for the one class in the morning that you took that Fred didn’t.

The two of you stood in front of your classroom, facing each other but none of you making a move.

“Aren’t you gonna be late to your class?” You asked, looking down to avoid his intense gaze and to try to calm down the butterflies bouncing around inside you.

Fred just shrugged, a blush rising up to his cheeks at the realization that you noticed him staring, “When am I ever on time to class?”

You laughed, “Then exceed their expectations this time, carrothead.”

“Hey!” He warned with a small smile, “Call me carrothead one more time and I won’t give you any chocolate.”

“You’re lucky I love chocolate then.”

“More than me?”

That question was supposed to be easy to answer. If only you had the courage to say that you loved him much more than chocolate, much more than friends should, much more than anything else in this world.

“Cat got your tongue?” Fred retorted with a smile.

“Oh shut it, Weasley! Run along to your class now.” You came back to your senses, hitting him on the shoulder.

Before Fred could process what was happening, he quickly kissed you on the cheek before running along to his own class.

You stood there, dumbfounded, cheeks redder than any of the Weasleys' hair.

Did Frederick Gideon Weasley, your best friend and long-time crush, just kiss you on the cheek?

But, hearing your professor’s voice from afar, immediately brought you back to your senses.

“Looks like someone had a good morning.” Your friend nodded to the blush that was still on your cheeks as you sat down beside her.

You smiled, “Actually. I had.”

–

Fred walked into Herbology, not caring one bit that he was five minutes late as he replayed the events from earlier.

“Did you finally ask her out?” George teased upon seeing his twins’ dazed smile.

Fred shook his head, “Nope.”

“Then what do you have that idiotic i’m-so-in-love-with-her smile for?” George asked.

“I kissed her on the cheek.” Fred mumbled excitedly.

“You what?” George said, “You better not be sarcastic right now.”

“I kissed her on the cheek.” He repeated, before his smile faded as if the realization had just struck, “Oh Godric! I kissed her on the cheek. I’m such an idiot.”

George noticed the change in his twin’s demeanor, “What? What’s the problem with kissing Y/N on the cheek - you fancy her, don’t you?”

“I do!” Fred whisper-shouted, “That’s the problem! If I kissed her then I should’ve just as well told her my feelings which is the worst idea ever.”

“How did she react when you kissed her?” George asked.

Fred shrugged, “Don’t know. I already ran off afterwards.”

Silence for a moment, before a smack was heard as George’s hand hit the back of Fred’s head.

“You idiot!” He hissed, ”I wonder what kind of a boyfriend you are if you just run off the minute you kiss your girlfriend.”

“I was going to be late!”

“Since when did you care about being late to class?”

“...Today?”

“Uh huh.”

“Just tell her already.” George encouraged, “A girl like that won’t wait around for long. So, take my advice before you spend the rest of your life regretting it when you see her on the arm of some other guy.”

–

For the whole day, you couldn’t get the feeling, the moment of Fred kissing your cheek out of your mind.

If you were being completely honest, it was the only thing you could think of.

You were walking on cloud nine, your fantasies coming to life even for a mere moment.

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” The voice that belonged to none other than the guy you’ve been daydreaming about since that morning.

“Mind if I walk with you?” Fred asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Not at all.” You smiled, adjusting the strap of the book bag on your shoulder.

The two of you started walking at the same pace with each other, no certain destination in mind.

“Look,” Fred suddenly spoke up, mustering as much of his Gryffindor courage as he could, “about this morning.”

Your heart slowly started to sink in your chest just like the Titanic, did he regret it? Was he going to say that he didn’t mean it?

“I know what you’re going to say,” You interrupted, “You’re going to say that it was just something out of the blue and that we’re just best friends.”

“Actually…” Fred trailed off, “I was kind of hoping for the opposite. I have been head over heels in lo-”

You had once again interrupted him, but this time, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.

His hands immediately found his home by your waist, kissing you as if his life literally depended on it.

“Told you so!” The familiar voice of a certain annoying twin made itself heard to the both of you.

Speak of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

George stands at the end of the corridor with a teasing grin,

“Angelina owes me 5 galleons.”

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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WARM UP | F.W

SUMMARY ➠ pornstar!fred warms newbie!reader up before you film for the first time.

WARNINGS ➠ innocence kink, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, daddy kink, nicknames. don’t read if any of these make you uncomfortable or sound unappealing.

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.3k

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the sound of a fist lightly pounding on the wood of your door hit your ears.

“come in!” you acknowledged, throwing one last— anxious— look at yourself in the mirror.

“hi there, gorgeous” crooned fred, his already bare chest making the apple of your cheeks go slightly hot.

you gave him a tight lipped smile, “hi fred”.

he chuckled. “you nervous?”.

you watched him seat on the sofa that was pushed against the wall of your dressing room.

“a bit” you shrugged, releasing a breath that was cut short just seconds later when fred stood up abruptly, coming to a halt when he had you trapped between the vanity and him.

he lowered his head so he was in line with your vision. “well don’t be, i won’t bite— unless you ask me to”

fred pulled away from your flushed state with a chuckle, leaning back against the wall as he watched you play with the hem if your see-through skirt.

“i just— i’ve never done this before. or at least not with anyone else in the room and— and there’s gonna be at least ten more people there i just-“

“hey, hey, hey. relax, darling” soothed fred, cutting of your rant by planting both large palms on your upper arms. “we can always tell them to give you a break, you know that”

you felt easiness bleed through your veins, those simple words somehow calming you more.

“you’re right, i’m just kinda freaked out at the whole situation i think”

the redhead hummed. “well, i have this one method that always helps with pre-shooting anxiety, you know?” his tone dropped to an octave.

your head cocked to the side “oh. what’s it about?”

blood rushed to fred’s groin.

“i call it” he paused, twirling a strand of your soft hair in his finger. “a warm-up, it’s very easy, we just gotta— practice what we’re gonna do. so it’s easier for when we film”

you swallowed the lump in your throat at the sudden proximity you shared with the tall male. your voice was quiet, just above a whisper, when you spoke “can we do it?”

the glint in fred’s eyes set the tip of your nerves on fire, the incredibly small panties you wore dampened by the second as you felt his hard cock poking your stomach, the thin fabric of his tousers doing nothing to cover up the tent in them.

“well why don’t you get down on your knees for daddy, hm?” he spoke, seduction lacing his voice.

the nickname he used for himself only made your clit pulse harsher, a wave of slick gushing out of you.

you nodded curtly, heaving “yes daddy” as you sunk down, makeup covered eyes not leaving his. your fingers curled at the hem of your mini skirt as fred took out his girth, weeping tip right in line with your salivating mouth.

“you gonna take me nice and deep in your little throat, won’t you, angel?” he taunted, smearing the pre-cum over your plump lips.

“mhm, want you in my— hmph!” you were cut off by his thick cock pushing down your throat almost forcefully.

he hummed in pleasure, “that’s a good slut, fuck such a tiny little throat, i’m gonna leave you all fucking ruined, my love”

you looked at him through thick layers of tears, the mascare streaming down your hollowed cheeks like waterfall twins.

his hips snapped into your mouth at a relentless pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as his balls slapped against your chin, your nose nuzzling slightly into the truffle of hair that covered his pubic bone.

“fuck, you suck my cock like a goddamn whore, baby? thought you didn’t know what you were doing, or are you lying to daddy, pet?” he snarled, chest heaving up and down as your throat contracted around his cock, as if you were suppressing a gag (which you probably were).

your clit throbbed with neediness, your juices flowing out like an open faucet as the man continued to groan your name.

you felt his cock twitching, meaning he was close to toppling over the edge and falling into a fluffy cloud of gluttony.

hot spurts of cum sprayed your mouth, and since his tip was kissing the back of your gullet, you had no option but to swallow the bittersweet substance, not that you minded anyways.

he carefully pulled out of your mouth, smearing the last weak streams over your cheek.

your chest went up and down heavily as you recovered all the lost air from before, big doe eyes still in a trance with fred’s.

“get up, gorgeous, gonna give my good girl a reward” he winked, bringing a hand forward to help you up, which you gladly took, wanting nothing more than to take care of the agonizing desire that emitted from between your legs.

“daddy, please. hurts!” you whined, your hips bucking into his.

one hard glance from fred was all it took for you to stop your antics, bottom lip being gnawed at by your top teeth as he hoisted you up on the vanity.

“if you continue to act all greedy you’re not getting anything, poppet, you understand?”

“yes”

“yes what?” his right hand grabbed at your face harshly, making your lips pucker up.

“yes daddy” you whimpered, trying your best to not let your thighs clench.

the corner of his lips went up, “hm, good slut” he whispered, mouth right next to your ear as he looked down at you.

“now spread those fucking legs”.

your legs separated almost immediately, as if he controlled them.

the pads of his fingers traveled in circular motions up your— quivering— thigh, his pinky sometimes brushing against the drowned panties you were wearing.

“can feel how needy you are, baby, already throbbing and i haven’t even touched you, what a little whore” he chuckled, not giving you time to response as he ripped the material that covered your sopping heat with one quick move of his hand.

“please” you begged. “please touch me, daddy— need it so bad”

he feigned remorse, his bottom lip jutting out in a fake pout as he tutted “you want me to touch you, pretty girl? alright then, only because you asked so nicely” he agreed.

his digits were knuckles deep inside you faster than you could blink. your arousal dripping down the cool material beneath you while he scissored his fingers inside you, feeling the smooth walls flutter around them.

“so fucking tight, can only imagine the way you’ll squeeze my cock, sweetheart” he grunted, hazel optics trained on yours as he sloppily thrusted his hand into your cunt.

“that feels so good, daddy, don’t stop please” you mewled, clawing at his forearm as he caressed your g-spot with the tip of his fingers.

“my god, you’re so wet, can’t wait for the whole fucking world to see you fall apart beneath me like a common slut off the streets would” he sighed, thumb coming to circle at your bud.

moan after moan was pulled from you, your muscles tensing as the coil in your lower abdomen intensified.

“daddy” you blabbered, catching fred’s attention. “what is it, sweets?”

“wanna cum!” you whined, the way he thumbed at your mound making your thighs shudder.

“yeah? you wanna make a mess on my hand?” he teased, speeding the pace of his fingers.

you gave him rapid nods in response, too busy bathing in the pleasure he provided when suddenly it was pulled from you, coaxing a loud cry from the depths of your fucked throat.

“no! please, daddy!” you sobbed, tears strolling down your face.

what a greedy brat, thought fred. one denied orgasm and it’s like you killed her entire family.

“don’t like a little crybaby with me, princess” he pointed his— drenched— finger at you.

“b—but-“

fred shook his head “no buts, im making your first orgasm with me on camera, so i can watch it over and over again with my hand wrapped around my cock, dreaming its your little cunt that i’m about to fuck for everyone to see”

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offictionandfandoms · 2 years

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✎﹏﹏ Promises

✑ Pairings: Fred Weasley x reader

✑ Summary: Before leaving Hogwarts, Fred makes you a promise.

✑ Requested: Yes/No

✑ Word Count: 2427

✑ Warnings: A whole lot of fluff. Mentions of Umbridge.

✑ A/N: The first Fred fic I’ve written! Hoping I did the request justice, although I accidently deleted the message for it :(

Fred Weasley had made you a lot of promises over the years. They all had light hearted situations to prompt them, like his promise to write your name in the stars so that every night you would see how much he loved you. You still weren’t sure how he had managed it, but sure enough, one night he dragged you out of bed and into the field beyond the burrow, excitedly pointing up to the sky. There it was: your name, written in the sparkling lights you so loved. And there it stayed for every night you looked up. You had asked him multiple times how he had done it, surely it was just some elaborate charm but he refused to tell you. With a smirk on his face, and his hands on your waist, he simply shrugged the question off: “I made you a promise, didn’t I?”

And just as he had kept that one, he had kept each and every one, much to your shock. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him to keep to his word, but a promise was bound to be broken now and again. It was human nature, wizard or muggle alike. But not Fred Weasley. When he promised you something, he meant it and he would go to the ends of the earth to pull it off.

Thankfully the latest promise was much simpler to maintain-- meeting you in the Gryffindor common room at midnight so you two could spend some alone time together. It was a promise neither of you would dream of breaking. With Umbridge and her stupid Inquisitorial Squad patrolling the hallways every minute of every day, you were lucky if you even managed to give Fred a hug. The one time you had snuck each other a kiss had landed you both in the middle of a lecture from Umbridge herself about how inappropriate it was. Thankfully, that had been before she made her personal space decree, so you managed to get by without detention. Fred had blown up the moment you two entered the safety of the Gryffindor tower, earning several cheers of encouragement. You knew Fred, as well as George, would not last much longer under her rule.

You were right, as you always were. Fred liked to joke that you should’ve been in Ravenclaw because of how smart and intuitive you were, but really, you just knew Fred like the back of your hand. And this was the one time you hated it.

“You really are leaving, huh.” You sighed, never once removing your eyes from the crackling fireplace before you. The flames danced wildly and to their own song, one only they could hear. You wished to be able to hear it, though, because then you could’ve made Fred dance with you, much like you had at the Yule Ball. Instead of being filled with the music and his deep laugh, the common room was silent following your question. Though, it hadn’t really been a question, more so a statement to yourself.

Fred Weasley was leaving Hogwarts, far too soon and with a mischievous plan underway. But that also meant he was leaving you.

He knew this, too. It was the one reason he had contemplated staying, sucking it up and dealing with Umbridge in less explosive ways, but he knew this had to be done. Not for him, not for George, but for every student she had terrorized with her awful pink outfits and dreaded quills.

His chin rested on the top of your head as he pulled your back closer into his chest, your body stuck between his legs as you both lounged on the couch. Umbridge would have had a stroke if she saw this. The thought was nearly funny enough to break the sadness creeping in on you-- nearly, but not enough.

“You could always come with me, love. We can nick another broom from Filch's office. You could wait outside the doors for us, she’d never see you. Then we’d be off.” He had it all planned out in case you decided to tag along, something he had mentioned to you numerous times since first coming up with this plan of his.

Even the flames stilled with you as you prepared to give the same answer again, even though it killed you each time. “You know I can’t. I have to finish school, Freddie. I don’t have a cool shop idea to focus on, or a big enough brain to create new, fun gadgets-”

He cut you off, as you had expected. After the third time this conversation had taken place, you began remembering what would happen as it unfolded. “Work with us. For us. You can help with inventory, or sales, or cleaning. Or you could just stay there and keep me happy so that I could do it all.”

“As much as I love making you happy, and as much as I want to continue doing so, seeing you smile only pays in skipping heartbeats and kisses. I don’t think I can pay rent or buy food with those.” Even if you could, you could only pay it towards Fred, anyway. The thought of kissing anyone else, especially a landlord, was disturbing.

“I could help-”

Now it was your turn to cut him off, a sad smile forming on your face. He was about to offer to pay for everything you needed or wanted. As cute as the notion was, giving you money was not going to help keep the business afloat.

“Plus, you know my parents would throw me headfirst into the Whomping Willow if I even thought about it.” While your parents were very supportive of a lot of things, including your relationship with Fred, they always believed your schooling came first.

You expected his next argument to come up, now. How your parents would understand- eventually- and how your wants should come first. But instead, he nodded, not saying another word. This threw you for a loop, for you knew Fred Weasley was not a quitter, and he surely hadn’t let this discussion drop as easily before. Twisting around to face him, your eyebrows furrowed together, you were met with a tight lipped smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was upset, you didn’t have to be a Ravenclaw or know every detail about him to know that.

“Freddie..” You started, lifting your hand to his cheek, letting your fingertips trail along his skin before you brought his face closer to yours. Your lips brushed against his like a snitch, barely even there before you were pulling back once more. “It’ll only be a few weeks before summer and then I’ll see you again. And once I graduate, you’ll never be able to get rid of me. I’ll be at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes every single day. You’ll get so sick of me you’ll have George kick me out- because we all know you wouldn’t be able to. I promise.” At the last two words, he finally appeared cheered up, his smile forming into the genuine grin you had come to love.

“Promise, promise,” he muttered to himself, entirely ignoring everything else you had said. His leg swung up and he pulled away from you with a speed you didn’t think he was capable of, not when he had you to hold. You almost fell off the couch from the sudden movement, and you would have if you hadn’t caught yourself with the table before you. He was up the stairs and out of sight before you could even ask what was going on. Sitting straight up now, you spared a glance around the common room to make sure no one had walked in to have spooked him off, but it was only you.

With the same speed he had when he ran off, he was rushing back down the stairs, taking two at a time with thudding footsteps that were sure to wake up those closest to the staircase. Your formerly furrowed eyebrows shot towards your hairline, exasperation coloring your expression.

“What on Godric’s green earth are you doing?” You hissed, a bit more cautious of the sleeping first years on the floor above you.

He dropped back on the couch next to you, jostling your body once more, “Making you a promise.” Knowing there was more to come, you sat in silence, though nodded your head to encourage him to continue. What a promise had to do with him shooting across the tower and back was beyond you.

He held out his hand and it took you a second to realize he didn’t want you to hold it, but rather look at what was already in his grasp. A small, silver band sat perfectly in the center of his palm. The light from the fire reflected orange off the small gem in the center, glittering like a diamond ablaze.

“Marriage is not a promise, Fred, dear.” You spoke cautiously, not wanting to reject him but not wanting to jump into something such as that before you even took your first OWL. He laughed abruptly, shaking his head at you. Your hesitance turned into confusion and your lips into a frown.

With his free hand, he reached for yours, pulling it into his lap and holding it there. “But isn’t it? A promise to love you forever, until the end of time itself? To always be by your side, supporting you, even when you insist that you have seven spoons of sugar in your tea? The promise of giving myself to you, wholly and completely? It’s the ultimate promise, darling. But that's not that this is.”

You were smiling now, even if you weren’t entirely sure why. He had not given you an ounce of information, and yet he told you all you needed to know. You wanted to marry this boy, to give yourself to him entirely-- just not right now. You had never been so certain of your future.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a promise to uphold those promises when the time comes.” The look on his face made you weak in your knees and you were thankful that you had remained sitting on the couch. He was looking at you like your father looked at your mother: like there had never been a more beautiful sight to be seen.

He continued with that same expression, a goofy grin spreading from ear to ear. “I promise that one of these days, I will get down on a knee, or both-- both most likely, I’m not that balanced-- and ask you to be my wife. It’s the promise that you have me always and I have every intention of never letting you go. We may not be to that point yet, I know you want to finish school first, but I cannot imagine a life without you with me. You’re my other half.”

The thickness was heavy in your throat as you tried to swallow it down, but you were already tearing up and couldn’t control it. Using the tactic that Fred so commonly depended on, you opted to make a joke-- although it was half serious. “I thought George was your other half?”

He chuckled along with you, letting go of your hand just long enough to brush his thumb under your eye, collecting the fallen tear. “Oh, he is. He’s my brother, my twin, my best friend. But you are too. You are my girlfriend, the love of my life. And I bet you’d look a lot nicer in a dress,” he smirked as you burst out into a fight of laughter, “Me and George split one soul in the middle, he’s always been there. It’s never been a question when it came to him. But it is with you. Because you can say no- though, know I will beg. You have the choice, just as I had the choice of asking you. I would always choose you.”

Despite him wiping away your tear, more came after listening to his little speech. You knew he had a sentimental bone in him, but it had never been as exposed as it was in this moment.

“Always?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but paused, thinking it over a moment, and then shook his head. “Okay, no. Let me correct that. Mostly always. I’m sorry, love, but you suck at pranks. George has to come first there.” You laughed again, not at all caring about who you may wake up anymore. You couldn’t contain the abundance of emotions running through you in the moment: happiness, bliss, love. So much love, and all for the red head before you.

“Of course, I understand. And you should know that no begging is necessary. I mostly always choose you, too.”

He pulled back with a mock look of shock on his face, clasping his fingers around the ring like it was no longer an option for you, “Mostly always for me? Where am I lacking?”

“You’re a shit study partner. Hermione will come first in academia.”

He tsked, shaking his head, “No, you just get distracted by my presence. Don’t blame me for your shortcomings, Y/N.” With that being said, and as you laughed once more, he finally slipped the ring on your finger. The material had been warmed by his skin and you absolutely loved the feeling of it-- like a bit of him was encased within it. And a bit of him was, because it was, after all, a show of his love for you. He couldn’t give it to you without a piece of his heart melding into the material.

“You’re just so hot, what do you expect from me?” Although you played along, you couldn’t take your eyes off the new addition to your outfit, holding your hand out to examine it from further away. It was just as breathtaking as it was up close. You could only imagine what an actual engagement ring would look like. You’d love it even if it was a used piece of tape he had snapped off a shipment of WWW inventory. It wasn’t until he placed his finger beneath your chin and lifted your head did you finally stop staring at it, instead meeting his gaze with butterflies in your stomach.

“I expect to always take your breath away.”

“Well, now, that’s a bit mu-” Your words were swallowed as he leaned forward, his lips meeting yours with a fierce passion that did, in fact, steal your breath away.

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alexnikki18 · 2 years

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Night and Shining Armor

Summary: Fred brings y/n home for Christmas break

Warning: smut! 18+ only

Fred laid on his couch, looking down at his best friend who laid fast asleep on his chest wondering how in the world he was going to explain this to his mother when she woke up in a few hours.

He was running his fingers through y/n’s hair when he heard the stairs creak behind him. Jumping slightly he peaked over the back of the couch, bracing himself just in case it was his mother. George just walked into the room rubbing his eye and yawning. Fred sighed, relieved.

George walked over to peak over the couch and smiled when he realized why his twin had been missing from their room, “when did y/n get here?” He asked.

“Shh!” Fred replied bring his finger to his mouth and shushing his brother, “she’s just finally fell asleep.”

George grabbed Fred’s hand and stared at his knuckles that were red and bruising, like he had hit something. “Bloody hell, Freddie. What happened?”

Fred looked down at his sleeping best friend lovingly, and started playing with her hair again, knowing that it was soothing to her even in her sleep. “She sent an owl asking for mum and dad to come get her and if she could stay here.. they left her home alone for Christmas with that bloody git. You know how he treats her, Georgie. I couldn’t wait til morning to go get her. And.. I kinda got into it with him when I got there.”

George ran his hand down his face. “You should have woke me up, mate. I would have went with you.”

“You didn’t read the letter. He was saying awful things to her. My blood was boiling, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Blimey. You’ve really got it bad for her mate.” George said laughing and shaking his head.

Fred swatted at his brother’s shoulder to shut him up. “How mad do you think mum will be?”

“Well, she didn’t stay too mad when we went and rescued Harry did she? I can’t imagine she’d be too upset about this.”

“Too upset about what exactly?” They heard a voice from the stairs call, making them both jump.

They turned to see their mother standing at the bottom of the steps with her arms folded across her chest and giving them the warning look.

“Mum!” Fred half whispered, half yelled, and then looked down to make sure y/n was still sleeping. She was.

“What have you two done now?” Mrs. Weasley asked walking over to the two boys.

“I actually don’t have anything to do with this, so I’ll just leave you two to it.” George said back away towards the steps. Fred gave him a thanks for nothing look, to which George just shrugged and turned ran back up the stairs.

“When did y/n get here? And what on earth happened to your hand Fred Weasley?!”

Fred took a deep breath and explained everything to his mother. How y/n’s mum went on a trip with her step dad for Christmas, leaving her at home with her awful step brother who has always treated y/n awful for being “different”- for being a witch. How y/n had sent him a letter telling Fred how awful he was already treating her and asking if they could come get her in the morning and how Fred cared about her so much he couldn’t stand to leave her there a second longer and used the Floo powder to get to her house and bring her back. And finally he told him mother how y/n’s step brother had yelled and called her a nasty name in front of him, and Fred lost it and punched him right in the jaw before they left.

“I’m really sorry, Mum. I know now it wasn’t the way to do things. But, it’s y/n… if she needs me, I’ll be there.”

Fred swore he saw his mother’s eyes watering a little, but she quickly blinked it away and said, “We will have a talk in the morning about how you should wait for your father or myself to do things like this and without asking I might add.. but I’m not upset she’s here. I love her too you know. Get some sleep.” Mrs. Weasley turned away to walk back up the stairs, but paused before walking up them and turned to look back at her son. “You’re a good boy, Freddie.” She said and then walked up the stairs.

Glad to know his mother wasn’t too upset with him, he wrapped his arms around y/n and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning y/n awoke to sun shining through the window. It was still quiet in the house, and it took her a couple of minutes to remember the events of last night and where she was. When she remembered she shot up on the couch and looked around. Fred was no longer laying with her, but she didn’t see him in the living room. Moving to get up from the couch she heard movement in the kitchen, and went to go see who was in there.

She felt nervous. She was afraid Mrs. Weasley would be upset with her and Fred.

Walking into the kitchen she said Mrs. Weasley bustling around putting breakfast on the table, that Fred was already sitting at drinking a cup of coffee. They both turned to her and smiled when they noticed she had entered. Just the sight of Fred smiling at her made her insides warm.

“Good morning, love.” Fred said putting his cup down on the table.

“Good morning, dear. It’s so nice to see you.” Mrs. Weasley said coming over to hug the girl.

“Good morning.. uhm Mrs. Weasley, please don’t be too upset with Freddie.. it’s really all my fault, I should have known he wouldn’t wait-“

Mrs. Weasley cut her off, “Now, now, all is fine Fred and I have already had a discussion this morning and I won’t hear anymore about it. Sit, have some breakfast.”

Y/n took a seat at the table beside Fred, who squeezed her hand and murmured a thanks for trying to help keep him out of trouble. Mrs. Weasley started to load their plates up and said, “I’ve sent your mother an owl this morning dear to tell her you are here with us for break.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Y/n said starting to eat at the food on her plate and the other Weasley kids, Harry, and Hermione started to pile into the kitchen for breakfast.

“Y/n! When did you get here?” Ginny asked taking a seat in front of her.

“Fred was her night and shining armor and rescued her from her tower last night.” George said.

“Oh shut up, George.” Fred said.

“What? What happened?” Ron asked.

“Yes, nosys, Fred came to my house last night and brought me back here so I could stay here for Christmas.” Y/n said smiling at them all.

“I was surprised you weren’t here in the first place.” Hermione laughed.

The next few days passed in a blur. The lot spent their time decorating the house, playing outside in the snow, playing chess, and helping Molly cook and do chores.

The night before Christmas they had spent the evening outside sleigh riding. Everyone had just come inside and took turns showering, and were planning to sneak a bottle of fire whiskey out once Mr.and Mrs. Weasley went to bed.

Y/n had just dried her hair and changed into her pajamas and ran out of Ginny’s room to head downstairs by the fire with the others when she ran right into someone’s bare chest.

“Oof!” She said almost falling backwards, but two arms had steadied her. She looked up and realized she had just ran into Fred, who had just come out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waste, his hair was still slightly wet, dripping droplets of water down his chest, and man did he look good.

“You alright?” He smirked.

Y/N realized she was staring at him, blushed and stepped around him. “Oh! Yeah, uhm, I’ll see you in a bit.” Then headed down the stairs.

Later that night they had all sat around the fire playing games and passing the bottle of fire whiskey around. Once they had all started to feel a bit tipsy, Ginny had requested to play truth or dare.

At first it was funny things, like daring Ron to run out in the snow in his underwear, or asking Ginny which Hogwarts professor she’d rather smog. But it eventually turned into asking Harry if he’d lost his virginity and daring Hermione to kiss Ron on the cheek.

“Okay, George, I dare you to kiss Angelina when we get back to school.” Ron said.

“No problem, already have.” George winked and everyone laughed.

“Okay, Fred, y/n, I dare you two to go upstairs to our room and spend seven minutes in heaven.” George said causing everyone to yell “oooh” and laugh.

“Don’t be a prat, George.” Fred said taking a drink from the bottle.

Y/N’s stomach fluttered at the thought of going upstairs to Fred’s room alone with him. Did he not want to?

“So do you forfeit the dare then?” Harry asked.

“Of course we don’t. We aren’t scared are we Fred?” Y/n said standing up and holding her hand out to Fred.

Fred took her hand and followed her up the steps to his room.

When they got there Fred sat on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to him for y/n to sit down. When she did he said, “look we don’t have to do anything crazy if you don’t want to, they don’t need to know what happens in here.”

Y/n smiled. Fred was always thinking of her feelings. And tonight she really wanted to show him how she felt. She stood up and inserted herself in between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her waste.

“I don’t care what they think Fred. I’ve been thinking about the opportunity to do this for a long time.”

“To do what?”

Slowly she brought her mouth down to his, and kissed him sweetly.

When she pulled back they were both smiling. “Me too” Fred said.

“What do you say we make the most of this seven minutes?” She asked and pulled her shirt over her head and then stepping out of her pants.

“Oh shit.. you look.. amazing. Are you sure y/n? I know you’re tipsy and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later.”

“Fred, if you don’t touch me I guess I’ll just have to touch myself. And when I touch myself..” she put her hand into her underwear and moved her fingers in circling motions, “I always imagine it’s your doing it.”

“Oh, fuck.” Fred said grabbing y/n and throwing her onto his bed taking his clothes off in the process.

Meanwhile downstairs..

“Do you think we should go check on them? They’ve been gone longer then seven minutes.” Ron asked looking up the stairs.

“Be my guest, but you’ll probably walk into something you don’t want to see.” George said.

Ron blushed and everyone laughed.

“This was your plan all along wasnt it?” Ginny asked George.

George took another drink from the bottle then passed it to Harry before saying, “I’ve been trying to force them to tell the other that they love them for months.”

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