#fredweasleyfic

[onlyfreds]

🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

A Dare or a Set-up

If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties. 

Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could. 

The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.

It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them. 

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment. 

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?” 

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?” 

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.” 

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter. 

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly. 

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.” 

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand. 

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?” 

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?” 

–

The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights. 

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights. 

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her. 

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

“Fred.” You said, giving the Gryffindor a smile.

“Y/N.” He countered, smile still not leaving his lips.

“So, how’re you liking the party?” He asked.

You smiled, “It’s amazing! I knew you threw great parties but I didn’t know you could do all this.”

“Well, George and I do love a challenge.” Fred said. 

Taking another look around, you nodded, “Looks like you and George really gave it your all.”

Before anything else could be said, you heard Y/B/F/N call out your names.

“Fred! Y/N! C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare.”

—

That’s how the two of you ended up in a circle with the rest of your friends, an enchanted bottle in the middle.

Truth or Dare was just a harmless muggle teenage game, right? Nothing could absolutely go wrong with this.

How wrong you were with that notion.

The bottle spun around the circle before coming to a stop, pointing towards Y/B/F/N. 

A girl you didn’t recognize gave your best friend a smile, “Truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” Y/B/F/N answered confidently. 

“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the person you fancy?” The girl asked. 

Y/B/F/N’s cheeks quickly turned pink at the question, “I’d rather not say.” 

The girl nudged a shot glass towards her and Y/B/F/N downed it in one gulp.

The bottle was spun twice more, landing on Angelina then a guy from Hufflepuff and this time, it landed directly on Fred. 

George his twin a toothy grin, “What’s it going to be, Freddie?” 

The older twin grew silent for a moment, before saying, “Dare.” 

No surprise in that.

George’s grin even wider, “I dare you…to kiss the prettiest girl in this circle.” 

You felt the heat growing in your cheeks as Fred glanced at you.

The ginger stood up, gaze still fixated on you as he went through with the dare. 

Next thing you knew, he was kneeling right in front of you.

“Can I?” He asked, voice merely above a whisper. 

It was as if your brain had malfunctioned as you could voice out the answer, only managing to nod.

His lips were pressed against you, cheers echoing within the circle you were sitting in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the affection with the same vigor.

No words were exchanged, only the two of you smiling at each other like the most lovesick idiots (which you were).

Y/B/F/N suddenly clapped her hands together, startling the two of you, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone now, our work here is done.” 

“This was a set-up?” You and Fred asked at the same time. 

“What else did you think it was?” George chuckled. 

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[lovegoodlane]

Request: can u make perverted fred or George weasley where like he gets hard when he accidentally saw readers panties or bra then eventually a smut and later on fluff?. Thank u!! (you can ignore this if u want)

A/N: Ahhhh!!!!! My first request! I got this forever ago before I fell off the face of the earth because of work and college :/ I hope I do this justice :) Do feel free to put in requests for one shots. Enjoy! Love, b

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Peeping in Potions

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Warnings: Sexual content (peeping?, oral sex [female receiving], fingering, vaginal sex)

Words: 3k

Fred and George were in Potions together, causing mischief as usual. This was nothing new for them, and weekly detention was commonplace during their years at Hogwarts. The school year had just begun, so the students were still settling in to their new classes and routines.

The twins were fooling around by turning the sprigs of lavender they had laid out on their desk into mice, unleashing them onto the floor of the classroom. They watched with glee as their fellow students shooed the mice away, or even ran away screeching.

This was a harmless prank compared to some of the things that they had pulled in the past. They had quite the reputation at Hogwarts, and they intended to keep their reputation by starting out Sixth Year with a bang.

Fred watched as a mouse scurried up to the table that you were working at, but you were distracted with your work, looking down into your cauldron. The mouse began crawling up your shoe, clawing the frilly socks sticking out of your loafers. You reached down to scratch your ankle, but a small gasp left your lips as you noticed the mouse.

"Aw, hi there, darling," you said to the mouse, getting up from your seat.

The mouse had detached from your shoe, and instead sniffed your bag that was propped against the leg of your desk. You bent down, carefully scooping up the small creature in your hands.

Fred had been watching you this entire time, hoping that he would get a reaction out of you from the mouse prank. His jaw dropped as you bent over.

Your movement exposed your white lace panties, even if it was only for a moment. You had grown over the summer, gaining most of your height in your legs. Your skirts from last year were a tad too short, but you hadn't had time to get new ones yet.

Fred's cheeks began to burn. He knew that you had not meant for him to see your panties, but he couldn't help himself. He had fancied you for the past year, but his crush manifested in teasing you senseless. You two had never had any interactions that could be deemed as romantic, but yet his feelings still persisted. 

He knew it was wrong to be turned on by what he had seen, but he couldn't help it. Fred tried to calm himself, taking slow and deep breaths. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to focus on something else. That's when he noticed it.

His pants felt tighter than they did when class started, and now he knew why. He had an erection growing in his pants, an involuntary reaction to seeing so much of your bare flesh. He shook his head at himself, feeling even more embarrassed than before.

"Y'alright, Fred?" George asked, leaning his elbow on the table to peer over at his twin.

"Uh, yep. Just gonna....use the loo," Fred stuttered out, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the room.

The whole class turned, hearing Fred's sudden exit. You saw only his back and his fiery locks as he left the room in a seemingly frantic state. You had been friends with the twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts, so of course you were concerned. You peered over at George, shooting him a concerned glance.

Is he okay? you mouthed to George from across the classroom.

George shrugged in response, shaking his head. 

It was unlike Fred to get flustered. He was the confident, suave, and utterly cheeky twin. He would never get this worked up over a silly crush.

Fred hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, navigating his way back to his dormitory. He felt like he didn't breathe on his entire journey back, and he huffed out a sign of relief once he had shut himself into the safety of his room.

He flopped himself onto his bed, groaning in embarrassment. Why was this happening to him? Sure, he had seen girls in their panties plenty of times. He was no stranger to sex and nudity, and the entirety of his year at Hogwarts knew this about him. Fred didn't understand why you were so different.

Fred laid on his bed sulking for the remainder of the hour until George returned to their dormitory. George entered their room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

"Want to explain what that was about?" George asked, his voice almost teasing.

Fred only grunted in response, throwing a pillow across the room at his twin. George laughed at him, crossing the room to sit on his own bed.

"You didn't bail on class just to lay in bed. Tell me what's going on," George said, prodding at him.

Fred finally sat up on his bed, peering over at George.

"I was having.....an issue," he said.

George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.

"Oh, I didn't know that Snape got you going," George teased. "I didn't realize that he was your type, being that he's old and all. And a man. And a Slytherin, at that."

"You know it wasn't about Snape, you git," Fred spat, heaving another pillow at his brother.

George caught the flying pillow, tossing it onto the floor in front of his bed.

"Then who was it about?" George asked, leaning back on his elbows.

Fred huffed again.

"It's....I saw....when (Y/N) bent over to pick up one of the mice, I saw her panties," Fred finally admitted, sounding embarrassed.

"I knew it!" George exclaimed, shooting up off of his bed. "I knew that you fancied (Y/N)!"

George was busy doing a celebratory dance around the room while Fred buried his face in his hands. Somehow admitting the truth of the situation to his twin made him feel even more embarrassed.

George finally stopped his excited little jig and turned to his brother.

"I think y'should ask her out," he suggested. "I think she fancies you too. And who knows, maybe you'll get to see her panties again."

Fred groaned and threw a final pillow at George. This situation was mortifying. But it wouldn't be Fred Weasley if he didn't go after exactly what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was you.

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It was the next evening at dinner when Fred made his move. A paper in the shape of a dove floated across the hall, landing in front of your plate. You stared at it in bewilderment for a moment before you caught Fred's eye. You reached forward to open the note.

Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.

It was a simple message; concise and to the point, but for some reason it made your stomach turn. You nodded at Fred, assuring him that you'd be there. You folded up the note, burying it in your pocket before any of your friends asked about it.

You had been crushing on Fred for years. His reputation as a player had kept you from making a move, and you were happy to at least have a friendship with him. Butterflies danced in your stomach, and you tried not to get your hopes up. He had never asked to meet you alone before.

It felt like the next couple of hours dragged on as you waited to meet Fred. Every possible scenario had played through your mind, and you were only beginning to feel more nervous.

Finally, it was time to set out for the Black Lake. You pulled on your favorite knit cardigan, sneaking out of the castle into the humid late summer air. You were careful not to be noticed as you made your way towards your meeting point with Fred.

Fred stood by the edge of the lake, skipping rocks off of its surface. You watched him for a moment, admiring how relaxed he was. This was rare for Fred, as he was always in a state of teasing someone or focused as he flew around the quidditch pitch.

As you approached, you could hear the plinking of the rocks as they skipped along the water. He had a blanket laid out behind him with a picnic basket beside it. You accidentally stepped on a stick as you crept closer, causing Fred to turn to you.

"Hey," he said, smiling at you as you approached.

He reached to hand you a rock, inviting you to join him. You stood in silence for a few minutes, skipping rocks together and waiting for the other to speak. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you asked, your voice small as you anticipated his response.

Fred stopped tossing rocks at the lake, taking in a deep breath as he turned to you.

"I've been meaning to tell you something," he said, looking down at you.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest. His height was intimidating as he peered down at you, and you couldn't breathe as you waited for him to continue speaking.

"I fancy you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. For once in his life, Fred seemed meek and almost embarrassed.

It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Fred Weasley fancied...you?

He watched your face carefully as different emotions flickered across it. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

You reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and your sudden movement caught him by surprise. His hands found your waist, and he returned your kiss.

You pulled apart momentarily, both looking at each other in disbelief. Both of your hearts were pounding as your chests heaved. You laughed, pulling him back into a kiss. 

This time, your kisses were more urgent than before. His hands gripped at your waist, and his mouth left your lips and found its way to your neck. He left searing kisses from your ear all the way to your collarbone, and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips.

Fred ceased his actions, looking into your eyes for a moment. A grin spread across his face. This was a look that you knew all too well. Fred Weasley was up to no good.

Fred thought that his favorite sound in the world was the cheering Gryffindor crowd when their team won a quidditch match. Or the melodic plinking of the rain on the metal roof back home at the Burrow. Or maybe even the Muggle rock music CD that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday. That was until he heard you whimper. Now he was determined to do everything he could to hear that sound over and over again.

His lips found their way back to your neck, and his hands fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan.

"I want you, love," he said, still kissing your neck. "Do you want me, too?"

"Please," you hastily replied, pulling at the bottom of Fred's shirt.

He had managed to unbutton and tug off your cardigan, leading you to the blanket he had set up. He laid down on it, beckoning for you to join him.

You joined Fred on the blanket, straddling him and taking him by surprise. He had always known you as a somewhat shy, studious good girl. But he was liking this side of you too.

It was your turn to take control, and you sucked on a spot behind Fred's ear that you had a feeling would drive him crazy. He hands wandered to your thighs and he rubbed them lovingly, encouraging you to keep going.

You kissed your way down his neck, leaving purple marks behind. In one swift motion, you removed his shirt. You tried to keep things moving, but you couldn't help ogling at the boy laying between your thighs. You admired his toned physique from years of quidditch training. 

While you were distracted, Fred took it as an opportunity to regain control. He flipped you on your back, earning a surprised giggle from you. He worked on the buttons of your jeans, his fingers expertly undoing them in what seemed like record time. He peered up at you.

"Is this alright, darling?" he asked, his eyes soft.

"Yes," you replied, pulling at his hair impatiently.

Fred resumed his work, pulling your jeans down your hips and off your legs. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight before him.

Lace panties. But this time, they were black. 

He snapped himself back to reality, pulling your shirt over your head. You were left in just your underwear, eyes wide as you stared up at him. He had thought about you like this so many times, but now it was finally real.

Fred leaned down to kiss at the base of your neck, working his way down to the top of your breasts. He reached around your back and undid your bra like a pro, and you shimmied it down your arms and flung it to the side.

Fred resumed his blazing path of kisses, reaching your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. This earned him yet another whimper from you, which only encouraged him to continue. 

He kissed all the way down to the waistband of your panties, and he paused for a moment to meet your eyes.

"I'm asking one more time, do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you whined at him, impatient as you waited for him to resume.

He looped his long fingers around the front of your panties, pulling them down your legs. Once they were out of the way, he gently spread your legs.

Fred hardened at the image before him. You laid there on the blanket, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and your legs spread open for him. He wanted to permanently etch this moment into his mind.

He positioned himself between your thighs, kissing the inside of your thigh and rubbing soothing circles into it. He worked his way closer to where you wanted him most. You were silently willing him to continue, eagerly waiting for him to touch you.

His trail of kisses had finally reached your center, and he placed a soft kiss right on your core. His eyes flitted up to yours, and a smirk drew across his lips.

Fred's tongue darted out, catching you by surprise. He expertly drew circles around your clit with his tongue, pausing to suck on it every few seconds. 

You grabbed for the blanket, balling it in your fists as you tried not to scream. You knew that Fred had a reputation for making his rounds with the girls at Hogwarts, but you didn't expect him to be this good.

He dove one long finger into your opening, and you couldn't help the breathy moan that left your mouth. 

Fred continued his motions, easing you open as he added another finger. Your moans were leaving your mouth in succession, and Fred was enjoying every moment of it.

His fingers hit the spot that made your back arch, and you felt your vision becoming fuzzy. He held onto one thigh for support as he worked his fingers into you, and he knew that you were close to finishing.

Fred slowly withdrew his fingers from your entrance, and you gave him a frustrated groan. He looked up at you, sucking his fingers into his mouth to remove your liquids from them. You stared at him with your mouth open, the lecture you were about to give him for edging you suddenly forgotten.

He quickly removed his trousers and underwear, revealing his hard cock. You had a feeling that it was going to be big; Fred Weasley was a tall boy, after all.

"I couldn't let you finish like that, love," he said, his voice teasingly sweet. "I want you to cum on my cock."

Your breath was stuck in your throat, his words choking you. Fred lined himself up between your legs and pressed himself to your entrance.

"Are you going to be good for me?" he asked, his gaze burning into you.

"Yes," you squeaked out, sounding pathetic beneath him.

Fred pushed into you slowly, taking his time to allow you to get comfortable. After a few strokes, he was able to work his way deeper inside of you and pick up his pace. 

As he finally bottomed out, you reached up to touch his back.

"Freddie?" you asked, your voice small and sweet.

"Yes, love?" he responded, stalling his movements.

"I want you to fuck me...hard."

Fred's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smile tugged at his lips.

"Anything for you, darling," he said before pulling almost all the way out of you.

He pushed back into you, becoming harsher with every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he increased the pace, fucking you mercilessly on the blanket. 

You both panted, nearing your highs. Fred reached down to find your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it to bring you closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, Freddie--" you whimpered, finally reached your orgasm.

Your back arched off of the hard ground, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. The pants that came out of your mouth would have been embarrassing if Fred had not been panting as well.

"I'm so close, love," he said, his voice strained. "Can you be good for me for just a little longer?"

You could do nothing but reply with a moan, still hazy from your own high. He continued his pace, thrusting into you to chase his finish.

Fred had finally finished, letting out a final groan in your ear. His chest was still heaving when he laid himself down onto you, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's closeness. It was Fred who spoke first.

"Why didn't we do this earlier?" he asked, his face still buried in your neck.

You giggled and rubbed his bare back.

"I don't know Freddie, I've fancied you for years. You could've had me whenever you wanted," you replied, tracing circles into his back with your nails.

"We have a lot of time to make up for then," he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you.

He bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Nights like these were definitely something that you could get used to.

#smut #harrypotter #fredweasley #fredweasleysmut #fredweasleyfic #oneshot #fredweasleyoneshot #weasleytwins

[freddie-weaselbee]

Close Quarters//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, sexual references, partial nudity, like one paragraph of brief smut but no details, mentions of food, accidentally getting lit on fire (oopsie spoiler), angst, rude Fred

Summary: What happens when George moves out, leaving Fred to live with the one person he despises the most? Chaos, that’s what happens. 

Prompts: Roommates and Enemies to Lovers with the prompts “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” “This is the opposite of what I told you to do.” and “You can’t banish me! This is my apartment too!”

Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is for @theweasleyslut’s birthday celebration writing challenge, happy birthday love !! And also the first fic in Abby’s Week of Weasley, enjoy!

~Abby’s Week of Weasley Masterlist~ ~Masterlist~

As Fred Weasley sealed up the last box with an excess amount of tape, he took a second to step back and take in his surroundings. It was the same old loft he had lived in for the past 4 years. There was the couch and armchairs positioned around a coffee table, the Muggle guitar propped up on its stand in the corner, the many pictures of his family scattered around the open space. It was controlled chaos, and to him it was beautiful. But it was all changing, and much too soon for his liking. 

“Thanks for the help Freddie,” called his twin George from the other room. The tall ginger haired boy who had just spoken joined his slightly older brother in the main part of the loft, carrying a box filled with books he had collected over the years. “It really means a lot, Angie got pulled away for work so I know she’d appreciate it.”

Fred nodded and gave his brother a small smile. “Of course Georgie, anything else I can do?”

George took a look around the room. By the door were piles of dozens of boxes, all filled to the brim with George’s clothes and knick knacks. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, a deep sadness overtaking his features. 

“No, I think we’re alright,” he said. “Just need to get these to my new place and we should be all set.”

Fred let out a deep sigh and looked at his brother. They stared at each other for a few short seconds before dropping everything in their hands and wrapping their arms around each other. 

“Do you really have to go?” Fred whispered softly. It was so unlike him to be quiet, and even more unlike him to be nervous and shy. But watching his brother, who he had lived with for 22 years, finally leave and get his own place broke him. “It’s always been us, George, you and me, the Weasley twins. I can’t imagine living without you.”

George squeezed his twin even tighter, a loose tear falling from eye. “It’s not like I’m leaving you, me and Angelina will be just a Floo Network trip away. And you can’t expect her to stay here forever and be forced to live with you as well.”

Fred scoffed and let out a breathy chuckle. “What do you mean, she’s loved staying with us! The second she moved in with you she told me that she couldn’t imagine anything better than living with her lover and his twin brother who’s always around.”

“She was being sarcastic mate, she can only handle one twin at a time and unfortunately for you that twin is me.” George released his brother and quickly wiped his eyes, noticing Fred doing the same thing. 

“Whatever,” Fred replied, “it was getting annoying not being able to walk around freely in my own place without having to see you two shagging on every piece of furniture.”

“Not my fault she can’t resist my charms,” he said, giving his infamous Weasley smirk. “Maybe with us gone you’ll be able to finally find a girl.”

“I think I should focus on getting a roommate first,” he said, plopping down on the couch. “You know I can’t live alone. Remember before Angelina moved in and you stayed at her place for the night--”

“And you showed up at Ginny and Harry’s and crawled into bed with them because you were scared? Yeah, no one in the family’s gonna let you forget that anytime soon.” Fred shoved his brother and crossed his arms, sinking deeper into the cushions. 

“Sod off, you never know what could be lurking in the dark.” 

George laughed and joined his brother, kicking his feet onto the coffee table. “You know,” he began, mischief gleaming in his eyes, “I do think I have an answer to your roommate problem.”

“Really?” Fred asked, shooting up. The less time he had to spend alone at night, and alone in general, the better. 

“Yeah,” said George, “I ran into one of my old friends from school and turns out they’re looking for a place to stay and maybe earn some extra money. I was thinking that maybe, since you’ve got the space and we need some help in the shop anyway, they could take the other room and work downstairs on the weekends.”

Fred looked quizzically at his double, trying to read his intentions. “And who, pray tell, might this friend be?”

George just smirked and went to collect the rest of the boxes. “That, dear brother, is a surprise.”

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You made your way down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, a place you had more recently been finding yourself. Work at the Ministry had been tiring, especially your first few years. But ever since the war ended and everything began to quiet down, you’d had some more free time to finally take in the world around you. 

It stood out like a sore thumb. The bright and gleaming storefront with an animatronic face looking down at you. You had never visited Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes before, always nervous about running into a certain redhead and falling back into the same argumentative habits you’d had at Hogwarts. Fred had always made it his goal to make your life a living hell, and you couldn’t lie, you did the same to him. But after having lunch with George a few days ago and suddenly receiving a letter to come and visit him at his shop, you decided that it was finally time to see the inside of Diagon Alley’s most booming business. 

The doorbell jingled as you walked in, catching the attention of your friend behind the counter. 

“Y/N!” George cried. He hopped over the register, knocking a few things down from shelves, before pulling you into a hug. 

“Hey George! So, this is the place, huh?” The inside was even more spectacular than the outside. The walls were lined with products from end to end, some of them you recognized from the twins’ testing at Hogwarts and others were completely new. An animatronic doll of Umbridge was riding across a rope close to the ceiling, making you laugh and remembering the horrors of your 7th year when the pink nightmare was in charge. 

“This is it!” George had his arm around your shoulder as he showed you around, pointing out different products and trying desperately to sell you one of their love potions, knowing exactly how single you were. 

“This is incredible, George, I can’t believe you guys actually did it.”

“You doubted us? And I thought we were friends!” He clutched his heart and doubled over, accidentally stumbling into a display and making all of the products crashing down. 

“Oi, George what are you doing down there?” You froze at the voice, one you hadn’t heard in years and one that you weren’t too keen on hearing any time soon. Fred appeared on the steps, wearing a dapper purple and orange suit, his hair slightly ruffled. The grin on his face disappeared when he made eye contact with you, being replaced with a scowl. “What’s she doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, Weasley.” You smiled at him, a fake mocking smile that made his blood boil, and how you loved getting under his skin. 

“George,” he said, acting as though you weren’t even in the room. 

The man in question shifted from foot to foot, fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket. “Well, uh, you see…”

“George sent me a letter the other day,” you interrupted. “Said that he had a proposition that he wanted to talk about and asked if I could come in today.”

Realization dawned on Fred and his eyes grew wide. “Oh no, George are you serious? She was the one you were talking about?”

You furrowed your brow in both confusion at the situation and anger at Fred, who had made you upset in record time today. “Talking about what? All I know is that he wanted to ask me something and I agreed to meet with him.” You turned to face the other twin. “What’s going on?”

“Ok, both of you calm down,” he said, hands up in defense. “Let me explain. Y/N, you know how you said you really needed a place to stay, as well as somewhere to work part time?”

It took you a couple of seconds, but you then understood what he was insinuating. “No. There’s no way, how am I supposed to live with you two when he’s going to be an annoying prat every second?”

“You’re not the most lovable person yourself, darling,” Fred sneered. “And besides, you wouldn’t be living with us. George moved out to get an apartment with Angelina. You’d be living with only me.”

Without a second thought you turned around and started toward the exit. “Well, I appreciate the offer George and it was great to catch up, hopefully next time I see you I won’t be bothered by your other half.”

“Y/N wait!” George cried, catching up to you and grabbing your wrist. “Listen, I know these aren’t the most...ideal conditions for you--”

“Same goes for me!” Fred called from the stairs. 

George sighed heavily, rubbing his temple in frustration. “Y/N, I’ve missed you over the past few years. I know that you and Fred don’t exactly get along.”

“That’s the understatement of the century,” you said through gritted teeth. “He’s annoying, cocky, inconsiderate, and--”

“And he’s my brother,” said George. “He’s a good person, and for whatever reason you two decided to hate each other, I can promise that the Fred you think you know is nothing like the real one.”

You paused your struggle against his arm and decided to let him continue on. 

“Let’s be real here. You need a place to stay and rent for most places in Diagon Alley is insane. If you stay here you get a nice bedroom, a cozy living room, a great view of London from the roof, and a low rate for rent. You can even work down here on the weekends to get the extra money you need. The only thing you need to do is be civil with Fred, that’s all.”

“That’s a lot more difficult than it sounds when someone’s as much of an arse as he is.”

Fred rolled his eyes and came over to join the conversation. “What would I get out of this arrangement George? I don’t know if you were unaware, but I don’t exactly need money at the moment, we’re doing just fine as it is.”

Great, you thought, he’s a pompous rich kid too. Gets a little money and it goes all to his head. 

“Fred, what were we talking about the other night?” George prodded. “You hate being alone, especially at night. If Y/N’s here, then you’ll have someone to keep you company, someone who’s always in the loft with you.”

“Aww, is little Freddie afraid of the dark?” you mocked, sticking out your bottom lip and jesting in a baby voice. 

He practically growled back. “Shut the fuck up, you--”

George put his hands out, one on your shoulder and one on Fred’s chest to separate the two of you. “It’s a mutually beneficial deal. You both know that you don’t have any other options, and maybe if you two dimwits spend some time together you won’t be at each other’s throat all the time! Now, what do you say? Just try it out.”

You looked Fred up and down dramatically, letting him know how much distaste for him you had. He did the same back to you but paused for a brief moment at your boobs, causing you to blush and look away. 

Fred was the first to give in. “Fine. I’m willing to try it if she will. As long as we establish some ground rules, starting with you can never come into my room, got it?”

It took everything you had not to slap the shit out of the man standing in front of you, but George was right. You didn’t have any other options. 

“I’ll at least have my own bathroom, right?” you asked George. 

He laughed guiltily and mentally prepared himself for another barrage of yells. “You see, about that…”

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“Your room’s at the end of the hall, bathroom’s to the right, my room’s to the left, have at it.” 

You dropped the heavy boxes you had been carrying onto the floor and leaned over to catch your breath. Fred was standing nonchalantly in the kitchen, pulling out the bread and jam to make a sandwich. 

“Excuse me?” you asked indignantly. 

“You’re excused,” he replied, not even looking up. 

You stomped over to the small kitchenette and slammed the refrigerator door shut, which Fred just opened again seconds later. You tried again, but he merely sighed and reached for the handle. Finally after not being able to take any more you shoved his hand aside and stood in front of the door, leaning all of your weight onto it. 

“Something I can help you with, doll?” 

The anger coursing through your boy only intensified, nails leaving marks on the insides of your clenched hands. “First of all, don’t call me doll, understand?”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you to the side so he could once again get to his food. “I’ll call you what I want, darling.”

By this point you had completely given into your anger. Pulling your wand from your back pocket you shoved it under his chin, forcing him against a nearby wall and making him finally pay attention to you. “You listen here, Freddie,” you snarled. “Neither of us want this to happen, that’s a fact. But if you get to have ground rules then so do I, and I will not sit here and be quite literally tossed around like some quaffle! Have I made myself clear?”

It was subtle, but Fred gulped. You had always scared him at Hogwarts, which is one of the reasons he picked on you so much. He’d rather be on the offensive than always backed into a corner playing defense. 

“Ok doll--sorry, I mean Y/N. Let’s sit down and go over any rules, ok? As much as I enjoy being pinned to the wall by you, I think we need to defuse the tension, yeah?”

Even when he was trying to make peace he was infuriating. But you relented and slowly let the wand down, pulling out a chair at the countertop with Fred joining right next to you. 

Fred summoned a piece of parchment and a pen (which was always much easier to use than quills) and messily scrawled ‘Loft Rules’ on the top. 

“Alright, you can go first,” he offered. 

You thought for a moment before delivering your demands. “Number one, no nicknames. I go by Y/N, and I refuse to answer to anything else.” He nodded and wrote it down. 

“Number two. You can’t ignore me. I know you think you’re better than me and that I’m not worth your time, but if I’m going to be your roommate then you have to treat me as an equal, and I’ll do the same to you.” 

“Yeah,” Fred scoffed, “just like you did back in Hogwarts.”

“Can we please not focus on the past?” you asked. “I know we were both horrible arses to each other, but we’re not kids anymore. I’ll respect you if you respect me. It’s not that difficult.��

Fred grumbled in agreement and wrote down the second rule. “Anything else?”

“Don’t go through my room or my stuff. I have some very personal items and I would appreciate you keeping your nose out of them.”

Fred put the pen to his chin in concentration, ideas forming in his head. 

“Fred,” you scolded. “No touching my things. That’s final.” 

“Fine, but the same goes for me,” he said. “That’s my rule number one, stay out of my room and don’t touch any of my personal items. Furniture and that kind of thing don’t count.”

You nodded. “That’s only fair. Rule number two?”

“George and I are always working on new products, and usually testing them out on people. We’ll pay you to test them if you want, but if not you need to stay out of our way and mind your own business.”

“I’ll test anything you guys have, I did it back at school and I’m sure you’re much more professional now.”

“What?” Fred asked, completely confused. “When did you test our products?”

“Who do you think was the one who tried, and eventually perfected, the skiving snackboxes? George asked me to help him with them so I skipped prefect duties for a few nights and we figured it all out.”

“There’s no way you were the one who fixed them! I’ve been giving George the credit this whole time, how in the world did you do that?”

You shrugged. “I wasn’t top of our class for nothing, Freddie.”

“Oh I know, you never let me hear the end of it.”

Before you could say something in response Fred rushed on to his last request.

“Number three,” he said, smirking widely. “You can’t complain about any of the girls I bring home, and you can’t get in their way or say bad things about me. Believe it or not, I can be quite charming and I give everyone a good time, so no complaints of noise either. And we don’t use silencing spells, so get ready for that.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Thank you. Now, I’m going downstairs to help George with a new shipment that just came in. Have fun unpacking your things!” He didn’t even give you a chance to say anything before aparating downstairs, leaving you alone in the large loft. You sighed and went to grab the boxes, dragging everything to the room you would be stuck in for who knows how long. 

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“This is the ugliest uniform I’ve ever seen!” 

“Then it’ll match the rest of your personality! Put it on.”

You scoffed at Fred’s remark but decided not to argue. No matter how much you despised the boy you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea to start off by insulting your boss. Fred Weasley was your boss. You never thought you would reach this low of a point in your life. 

The outfit you had to wear was exactly what Fred and George wore, which was fine for them, two 6’ 3” men. But the oversized male suit that you had to roll up countless times really didn’t suit your figure, and Fred knew that all too well. 

Scrunching up the pant legs and fastening the tie, you made your way out of the loft to join the twins down in their office, running into George on the way down. 

“Hey Y/N, sleep well?” George asked, handing you a latte he had bought from the coffee shop down the street. 

You gave him a grateful nod and took a sip. “Hardly. I didn’t get moved in until about 2 in the morning and I always have trouble falling asleep in a new place, so let’s just say last night was a pretty rough start.”

“Fred didn’t help you unpack your things?” George questioned, looking a little surprised. “That must’ve taken you ages to get everything set up.”

“You’re telling me. But no, he just holed himself up in his room, ordered takeout around 9, then went back to his room and that’s all I saw of him. But I mean that’s pretty in character, yeah? Never really liked me much.”

It took George a few seconds to take in everything you were telling him. Fred was never one to ignore someone, especially someone he was living with. “Yeah,” he said, “but even so he was never actually rude to you at school right? I always thought it was some teenage rivalry fueled by hormones of something like that.”

“I wish it was that simple,” you sighed. “But I always appreciate when he’s leaving me alone. It’s a lot better than some of the asshole things he would say and do when we were kids. Trust me, the less we interact, the better.”

George was speechless with shock, but you didn’t notice. You made your way to some shelves to tidy up before the shop opened, leaving George standing open mouthed. 

He watched as Fred finally exited the office with a stack of papers piled higher than his head. He dropped them next to you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “Fill these out for me will ya? Order forms, due back to me by noon. Shouldn’t be too complicated for you to understand, but let me know if you need me to explain what any of the big words mean.”

“Of course, sir.” you said, picking up the stack and taking it to the back. Fred came over to join his brother, who looked appalled at Fred’s actions. 

“What?” he asked. 

“I love you, but you’re a fucking moron.” George followed you into the back while Fred stared at him, confused on why his brother had for once in his life not been on his side. 

George spent the rest of the morning showing you the ropes until you felt you were comfortable enough with the setup to be able to help them stock products and show people around. It was a nice change from your Ministry job, which was predictable and could be quite boring. This job had you always on your toes, talking with kids and demonstrating some of your favorite products. 

The twins came back from their lunch break around one and were met with a large crowd of kids following you around like lost puppies. They were all grinning widely and laughing at every demonstration you provided, making you mirror their actions with glee. 

You tried to show the kids how to use one of the newer products, but it ended up exploding in your face, making everyone howl with laughter, including yourself.

Fred watched you interact with the kids, enraptured by how easily you seemed to get along with them. When he knew you at Hogwarts he always thought you were a cocky and arrogant student who would’ve hated the idea of his pranks and jokes. The person he was watching now was nothing like the one he remembered. 

“She’s a natural, huh?” whispered George, snapping Fred out of his stupor. “She’s always been good with kids, they seem to love her.”

“Y/N?” Fred asked. “She was so cold back in Hogwarts, I never saw her smile once!”

“Really?” George asked bewildered. “She’s always been a blast! Lee and her were friends and I can’t help but think he might’ve sparked the wild side in her, but I’ve never seen her be cold to anyone. Well, anyone except you.”

Before Fred could see anything you noticed the twins’ arrival. Smiling, you gestured to them and announced their presence in a regal voice. “And there they are, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!”

The kids cheered and ran over to greet Fred and George, bouncing with excitement and berating them with questions about their products. George gave you a teasing glare as he was dragged across the floor while you sat on the counter, laughing at the scene you caused. But when you went to look at Fred, who you expected to be ignoring you, he was doing the complete opposite. 

He was staring at you unashamedly, his eyes burning into yours. You awkwardly looked away, but when you glanced back a few seconds later he was still analyzing you, as if he was trying to figure out everything about you. You cleared your throat and moved to the back office, hoping you could get a start on that paperwork and maybe shake the weird feeling you got when Fred looked at you like that. 

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“All closed up for the night?”

You jumped at Fred’s voice, which had distracted you from casting the last of the protective charms needed to keep the shop locked up. With an entire alley filled with wizards who learned Alohomora in their first year at Hogwarts, it was safe to say they needed their fair share of charms to keep the store from being robbed. 

“I was almost there, before you interrupted,” you said, turning back to the final spells you needed to cast. It had been a few weeks since you moved in with Fred and it had honestly been a lot better than you had expected. Of course, you two were still constantly at each other’s throats and the neighbors had complained about shouting matches more than once, but neither of you had killed the other yet and you considered that a victory. 

As you finished up the last of your closing duties you saw George grabbing his things and heading to the Floo network upstairs, trying to rush past and avoid you and Fred. 

“Hey!” you yelled after him. He stopped dead in his tracks and tried to shrink down as if to hide from you. But, being over 6 feet tall, it was rather difficult for him to disappear. “Where do you think you’re going? Stop trying to sneak off on us!”

“Yeah,” said Fred. “We’ve had takeout the last three nights in a row, we need you to stay and cook us a decent meal so I don’t have to smell Y/N’s fast food breath anymore.”

You elbowed him but nodded in agreement, you were getting absolutely sick of not having a home cooked meal. 

“Guys,” George groaned, “I need to get home to see Angie! I’ve been working late for the past week and it’s been a while since we’ve had some...alone time.”

You and Fred both covered your ears and gagged, pretending to pop a puking pastille and subsequently throw up. 

“You’re both so immature, and that’s coming from me,” he said smiling. “Besides, isn’t it high time you two learned to cook for yourselves? What were you gonna do, just have me cook for you the rest of your lives?”

“Yes,” you and Fred replied in unison, shooting each other dirty looks before turning back to your friend. Fred, with his unhealthy obsession with pyrotechnics, and you, with your lack of basic common sense, were never allowed in the kitchen before, and so neither of you had any idea how to cook even the most simple of meals. 

George rolled his eyes and continued up the stairs to the loft, you and Fred following shortly behind him. 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, just follow the recipe I laid out for you. It’s spaghetti, I’m sure even you two couldn’t mess that up.” And with that, George had whooshed through the fireplace, leaving only you and Fred in the kitchen. 

You stared at each other for a second, before you came to a decision. “I’ll order the takeout, you want Chinese tonight?”

You picked up one of the many takeout menus you had lying around and began to skim through it when Fred spoke up. “No, George is right. We might as well try to learn, and with two of us we should be able to figure it out.”

You looked at him as if he had grown a second head. “That is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had, and you’ve had some really dumb ideas.”

“C’mon,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “We’re both smart, some of us more so than others. How bad can it possibly be?”

Answer: very bad. 

Fred was running around the kitchen screaming at the top of his lungs while the fire alarm blared all throughout the loft. “Y/N, help! It won’t stop screaming at me!”

“I don’t know what to do!” you yelled, throwing the burning cookbook into the sink. There was still smoke rising from it, which made the alarm continue to beep at full volume. You grabbed the pot of boiling water and poured it down the drain, hoping that it would put out any of the pages that were still flaming. But the water only splashed up at you, making you yelp and fall backwards in order to avoid being burned by the liquid. 

Fred was still scrambling through the rooms and he didn’t notice your body laying on the floor, causing him to trip over you and faceplant into the spilled marinara sauce. 

The two of you tried to get up but your limbs became tangled in each other’s and you ended up on the ground again. After a few struggles you were finally back on your feet, but you were once again off of them as Fred hoisted you into the table. 

“Get on my shoulders,” he said over the sound of the alarm. You climbed on and reached up to fumble around with all of the buttons on the device. “Hurry up, Y/N, I can’t support you for much longer!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” After what felt like ages you had finally pushed the right sequence and the loft was drowned in a sudden silence. Both you and Fred let out sighs of relief as he lowered you back onto the table. You hopped off and took a few steps back, finally taking in the disastrous scene around you.

“Well,” you said relieved, “at least that’s over.”

You turned to smile at Fred but we’re only met with a wide eyed look of pure horror. 

“Fred? What is it?”

It was then that you smelled it. The familiar burning that had just been flooding your nostrils moments before was suddenly back and stronger than ever.

Slowly, you turned your head to look behind you, and your eyes widened even larger than Fred’s had. “I’m on fire!”

Sure enough, your oversized sweater had been dangling in the flame of the kitchen stove, which neither of you had remembered to turn off. The bottom of your outfit was slowly burning, bright orange and red flames climbing up your torso. 

“Fuck! Fred, do something!” you wailed. You began running around the kitchen and spinning around faster and faster to try to put out the fire. 

“I’m trying!” Fred grabbed a blanket from the living room and draped it over you, hoping to cut off the oxygen flow. But the fire only spread to the blanket, making your situation ten times worse. 

“What the fuck Fred?! Do something useful!”

Fred dove under the table, reaching for his wand. He shimmied under a little more, but his right pant leg got caught in the burning blanket, meaning that both of you were now being engulfed by the flames. 

“Holy shit!” He patted the small flames on his pants away, but you were frantically trying to shove yourself into the sink under the running water. 

Grabbing his wand, Fred tried to get up, banging his head on the table in the process, and aimed it at you. “We never should’ve tried cooking! I can’t believe you talked me into this!”

“This is the opposite of what I told you to do!” you shrieked. “Now put the fire out you moron!”

Fred quickly cast Aguamenti, sending gallons upon gallons of water out of his wand and straight onto your flailing body, as well as the burning blanket. You sat in the sink, ass half in the now empty spaghetti pot, completely drenched from head to toe. Fred’s pant leg was still simmering, and his entire face was covered in marinara sauce, which had dripped down to cover most of his shirt. After all of the shock of what had just happened finally passed, a small smile crept onto both of your faces, and soon you were both bent over laughing hysterically. 

Fred lifted you out of the sink, pushing you away suddenly when he realized how much water was dripping onto him. “C’mon, love, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Hey, I thought I said no nicknames,” you teased, falling in step with him as you both rushed to your shared bathroom. 

“C’mon, just this one, please? I deserve it after what you put me through back there.” He gave his best puppy dog eyes but you didn’t fall for it for a second. 

“What I put you through?!” you said, bumping into his shoulder. “You thought we were supposed to light the noodles to get them to soften! I caught on fire for Pete’s sake!”

He laughed at you as you turned on the bathroom sink and tugged at your sweater. It was completely scorched in the back, black all the way up to your collar. You were lucky Fred had put it out when he did, otherwise there was a good chance it could have damaged your hair. 

You took the now ruined sweater off, leaving you standing there in only your bra and a pair of comfortable pants. You could feel Fred’s gaze on your body, making your face turn red and you instinctively covered yourself up. He unbuckled his scorched trousers and hung them in the shower, hoping that maybe he could get some material and fix them later. 

The both of you realized simultaneously that you were each half naked, and you were completely soaked wearing a fairly transparent white bra. Deciding to distract from the obvious tension, you finally broke the silence. “This may sound completely ludacris, considering I was just, y’know, on fire, but that was one of the most exciting and fun things that’s happened in a while. Reminds me of when we were back in school, with all of the mischief and pranks.”

“Back in school?” Fred replied. “I thought you hated my pranks! You seemed like you were so, i dunno, above me. And I thought you hated everything fun and exciting!”

“You’re not serious, are you?” You smiled at his confused expression. “I was friends with Lee and your brother. The amount of trouble I would get in when you were off in detention or shagging some girl in our year...it was fantastic. I never hated your pranks, I just hated you. No offense.”

He shrugged. “None taken. I hated you too. But you’re nothing like I thought you were.”

You took a step closer to him, softly biting your lip as you grinned sheepishly. “You’re nothing like I thought either.”

This time Fred moved a few inches closer, his hand hovering over your hip and eyes taking in all of you. His fingers brushed against your side ever so softly, caressing your side with his fairy light touches. You slowly parted your lips and he did the same, continuing to grow closer and closer until--

“What the bloody hell happened here?!”

The two of you shot apart at the noise, registering that it must’ve been George who had used the Floo network to come back to the loft. You avoided eye contact with the redhead standing next to you as you both exited the bathroom and went to find George, who was looking wide eyed at the complete mess you had created all over the apartment. 

“Y’know what,” he said after looking at the current state the two of you were in, “ I don’t wanna know. I just wanted to come back, grab the papers I left here, and be on my merry way.”

He stopped short, looking over at you again. “Nice tits, Y/N.”

You quickly crossed your arms in front of your chest again and Fred stood in between you and George, blocking his view of your very exposed self. 

“Calm down, Freddie, I have a girlfriend, I’m not going to be ogling your roommate, dear brother.” He tiptoed around the giant mess and grabbed a stack of papers sitting on the coffee table. “Oh, and before I forget, Y/N, remember that guy I was telling you about? The one investor I work with?” he said with a wink. 

“Umm, yeah, what about him?” you asked, still very shaken up about the events of the evening. 

“He said he’d love to get to know you! I told him he’s your type and apparently you’re very much his, so I set up a date for you two tomorrow night. Is that alright?”

Fred snapped his head in your direction but you refused to look at him. What had happened in the bathroom was a mistake, an adrenaline induced mistake that almost changed everything for your roommate dynamic. You couldn’t mess things up now, not when you and Fred had finally been getting along. Besides, you had been dying to get out and date, and George had at long last found you someone that wasn’t a complete asshole. You’d be a fool to not give it a shot. “Y-yeah, that sounds great.” 

“Perfect,” he replied. “I’ll see you two tomorrow then. And please, don’t ever cook again. I promise I’ll be here to make you a nice meal next time, alright?”

George disappeared once again, leaving you with the man who had almost kissed you in the bathroom of your shared apartment. Fred moved away quickly, going to clean up the mess the two of you had made. You tried to follow and help him, but he just shooed you away and back to your room. 

Just a few seconds ago Fred was mere millimeters away from you, but now he felt like he was millions of miles away. 

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“Ready, Y/N?”

George was standing in the opening of the bathroom door, watching as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You decided to put your best foot forward tonight. No use wasting a great opportunity just because of some unwanted confusions from the other day. Turning to face you friend you did a little twirl, dress flying up and spinning around you. 

“How do I look?” you asked bashfully. 

“Brilliant,” George replied, a proud grin on his face. “Let’s get you downstairs, he’ll be waiting to meet you.” 

The two of you made your way to the staircase leading out of the loft, when a very upset and very tipsy Fred stumbled by the two of you. He pushed past and didn’t even stop to say anything before heading out of the shop and down the street. 

“Where’s he off to?” you asked. 

“Oh, just to shag another random girl he finds at a bar. It’s a weekly occurrence for him at this point. It stopped once you moved in though, this is the first time he’s gone out since you’ve lived here.” George looked longingly at his brother, who had always turned away from his problems and instead focused on firewhisky and girls to temporarily ease his pain. 

“So, he doesn’t really date then? Just the hookup type?” you prodded, hoping against all odds that George would give you the answer you wanted to hear. 

“He used to, back in school and before the war. But something just happened after he got out of the pile of rubble,” he said. “I haven’t ever seen the same girl around here more than once or twice. But hey, as long as he’s alright it’s really none of my business. I just gotta look out for him, y’know?”

You gave George a reassuring smile. “You’re a great brother, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told. Now get out there and get yourself a man!” George gave you a little shove in the right direction and you set off for your date. 

Although you were hoping that this could be a change of pace, a push in the right direction, the date did not go anything like you were wishing it would. 

The man George had told you about, Jason, was a perfectly fine guy. He was polite, charming, very handsome. But while the two of you wined and dined, you couldn’t help but compare him to something else. Someone else. No matter what he said, what jokes he would crack, it just wasn’t what you wanted. 

You thanked him for a wonderful evening, but it was fairly obvious that neither of you had intentions of seeing each other again. As you sulked through the dark streets of nocturnal Diagon Alley, you couldn’t help but mentally kick yourself for giving up so easily. One date and you decided that this man wasn’t worth your time. And for what? An unrealistic expectation you’d conjured up in your head about what your ideal person would be. 

As you trudged up the stairs to the loft, thinking about how in the world you would ever be able to actually find someone else to go out with, you heard shouting from inside the apartment. You reached to open the door, only to have it yanked open and a young woman, clothes hastily thrown on and pure fury etched across her brow, came charging out. 

“This must be her, isn’t it? This is Y/N!” she turned her back and yelled. Fred suddenly appeared, shocked to see you home so early. “Well, answer me!”

Fred and you both stood there speechless, Fred not knowing what to say and you now knowing what was going on. “Y/N…” he finally said, so quietly that you could barely hear him. 

This just set the other girl off again. “What are you, his girlfriend, wife maybe?” 

You shook your head fervently. “N-no, not at all! We’re just... roommates.”

The girl seemed to calm after this, reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder. “That’s a relief I guess. I thought I had just become an accidental homewrecker!”

“Homewrecker?” you exclaimed. You didn’t even know this girl, she was just one of Fred’s random hookups, but she thought that she would be breaking up a nonexistent relationship between you and Fred. 

“Yeah,” she said, “he brings me home from the bar, sweet talks me, gets me naked, and you’ll never guess whose name he moaned as he--”

“That’s enough!” Fred yelled, shoving the girl out past you and grabbing your wrist to pull you into the loft. “Look, I’m sorry Marcy--”

“It’s Macy, you dumbass,” she said, fixing her messed up hair and putting on a look of confidence. “And the night is still young, so if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go find someone else who can actually remember my name!” She slammed the door shut behind her, the thud echoing across the walls. 

You clicked your tongue, trying to fill the absence of noise without wanting to bring up the very interesting news Macy had provided. “So, I’m sorry about your date--”

“Let’s not talk about it,” he interrupted. “I’m going to bed and I don’t want you to mention this to anyone else, understand?”

You didn’t give him any attention as you went to your room, trying to comprehend everything that happened. “Well, my date was a bust too, thanks for asking,” you said as you copied the earlier actions of Macy and slammed your door shut. You undressed and removed your makeup, hoping that a long night’s sleep would allow you to decompress and somehow sort out everything you were feeling. 

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Your goals of a long and peaceful sleep were shattered as a high pitched, incredibly annoying alarm clock beeped from the room adjacent to yours. You groaned and covered your ears with your pillow, trying to block out the noise to no avail. Rolling over, you saw your clock displaying 6:00 am, a time you definitely didn’t want to get up at on your day off. 

You thought Fred would have woken up by now and turned off the horrid sounds, but it continued to ring through your ears, getting louder and louder each time. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and you jumped out of bed, storming over to Fred’s locked bedroom door. 

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” you screamed, banging on his door. His blaring alarm was only adding to your awful mood, caused by the terrible night you had before. You didn’t think you could stand one more second of the noises and you were practically screaming Fred’s name. 

“Turn that off, right now! Fred I’m not kidding! This is your last chance.” You continued to pound your fist against the door to the point where you knew you were going to bruise if you had to continue. Completely fed up with the situation and with Fred in general you pulled out your wand and unlocked the door. 

“Fred Weasley for the love of--” You stopped abruptly and took in the scene in front of you. You’d never seen the inside of Fred’s room before, but you had to imagine that it didn’t always look this bad. This...dark.

 The drapes were hanging from the windows, covering any source of light that could’ve possibly come in. Clothes were strewn across the floor and small knick knacks were thrown everywhere with no care. The alarm continued to blare, but you couldn’t focus on that at the moment, the only thing you could focus on was Fred. 

He was curled up in his bed, Muggle headphones covering his ears and blasting music so loud that you could hear it clearly from across the room. He was clutching a pillow into his chest, head buried into it and his body shaking with what you thought to be sobs. No, it couldn’t be. Fred couldn’t be crying. 

Suddenly he jerked up and threw off his headphones, finally noticing your presence. “Freddie…” you said softly.

“Get. The fuck. Out.” he growled. He wiped his tears away and the sadness you had just seen in him had completely turned into something else. Complete anger. 

You ignored his command. “Fred, are you ok?”

Shooting out of bed, clothed only in his boxers, Fred grabbed his wand and almost charged at you. “I said get out!” he screamed, tears continuing to stream from his face. “Go! Leave! I don’t want to see you again!”

You backed out of the room, hands in the air as the tall infuriated figure towered over you with his wand in your face. “Yeah, ok I’ll just, umm, go back to my room.” 

You tried to rush back to the safety of your bedroom but a harsh hand grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. “No,” he seethed. “I said get out, that means get. out. Get out of my apartment.”

“Freddie…”

“Don’t call me that!” He wasn’t even trying to hide the tears now. They came streaming out, drowning his face. “Leave the apartment and don’t come back. You’re… you’re banished!”

“Excuse me?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“I said you’re hereby banished from the loft and from my store!” 

“You can’t banish me! This is my apartment too!”

“Banished! Leave! Go!” He ran into your room and started pulling clothes out of your drawers, throwing everything onto piles on your floor. 

“Fred! Stop that, what are you doing?”

“I said banished and that’s final, get your things and leave.” He continued to pack your clothes, not even paying attention to what he was tossing and barely being able to see through his tears. 

“Well...you’re banished too!” you screamed at him. “You’re in my room, that’s one of the rules! Get out, you’re banished!”

“No, you’re banished, I said it first so only mine counts!” 

“No, you’re banished”

“No you are!”

“No--”

“Just get the fuck out Y/N!” Fred yelled, louder than he’d yelled anything before. “I can’t stand seeing you anymore and you need to go!”

“Why?” you pushed. “I see you crying one time and suddenly you can’t stand me? Are you really that scared of being vulnerable?”

“Yes!”

You both froze, taking in what he just said. He sucked in a deep breath and wiped his face with one of the shirts he was holding, coming close and staring straight down into your eyes. 

“Yes. I don’t want you to see me curled up in my bed, crying into my fucking pillow because I miss my twin brother! Because I can’t handle being alone, and even when someone's living with me I’m still alone! Because you hate me, and I can’t even tell the girl I live with that I love her, because then you’ll laugh at me and leave! And maybe it’s easier to just make you go rather than being abandoned, again. So, Y/N, you’re banished, from my apartment and from my life.”

As he finished his rant you stood there, not knowing what to do or say. The ever-happy, cocky, overbearingly confident man in front of you had just vented out everything he had been feeling for the last few months. You couldn’t think straight or come to a rational decision. So you did the first thing that came to your mind. You grabbed his cheeks in your hand and pulled him down, enveloping his lips in yours. 

He didn’t hesitate to kiss back aggressively, all tongue and teeth. It was nothing like any first kiss you’d had with anyone else; it wasn’t sweet or loving. It was passionate and needy, and it was both of you confessing everything you’d held in your hearts for the past few months, and if you’re being honest, for the past decade. 

In seconds you were on the bed, legs straddling the person you had despised for years. Neither of you could let go of each other, only coming up for air when absolutely necessary. Hands on each other’s bodies, clothes abandoned on the floor, screams of each other’s names and moans of ‘I love you’s echoing off the bedroom walls, until the two of you were tired and panting, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist. 

You twisted your head to stare up at Fred’s sweat-glistening face, the tears long since dried and his expression showing none of the negativity it had before. Snuggling into his bare chest even more, you murmured something too quiet for him to hear. 

“What was that, darling?”

“I asked if you still wanted to banish me after that.”

He laughed and squeezed his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Definitely not. I mean, unless you want to go.” He shifted nervously, fears of abandonment and rejection resurfacing. What if this was just a heat of the moment thing? What if all you wanted was a one time hookup and you didn’t have real feelings for him? What if he was bad? No, that last one couldn’t be it, your screams had said otherwise. But everything else…

“Of course I don’t want to leave Freddie, but you did break the “no nicknames” rule a second ago, so maybe I should banish you.” He ruffled your hair and glared at you before chuckling and slowly closing his eyes. 

“Hey Freddie,” you asked quietly. “Did you mean what you said? About loving me?”

“Course I did, love. Why do you think I was such an arse at Hogwarts? You were too pretty and perfect and the stupid guys were always talking to you. Made me bloody pissed. I’m sorry about everything I’ve done to hurt you, really I am.” You could hear his heart beating faster at his apology. You traced your cool hands in patterns on his chest, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Well I was never an angel either,” you said. “One time I snogged Roger right outside the Gryffindor Common Room just because I knew you were gonna be leaving for Quidditch practice soon and I liked getting under your skin.”

“I knew that was planned!” he said, shooting up and making your head hit the headboard behind you. “No one believed me, but I knew you were a little minx just trying to get under my skin. But I see nothing’s really changed, has it?”

“Oh shut up!” you said, suddenly self conscious of your very naked body being on full display, Fred’s eyes raking you over. You covered up and snuggled back into the bed. “I love you too, y’know. I’m sorry I’m such a stuck-up snob sometimes.”

“S’okay, darling. I know you were just like that in response to me. Sorry for pushing you away so many times. I guess I tend to do that a lot.”

“Hey.” You raked your hands through Fred's messy ginger hair, pulling strands into tiny braids. “You know that George didn’t abandon you, right? He loves you more than I’ve ever seen someone love before.”

Fred nodded softly, tears forming in his eyes again. “Yeah, I know. But it’s hard. We shared a room for 18 years straight, both at home and at Hogwarts. Then we shared an apartment, and now it feels like he’s not even here anymore. Which is bloody stupid because I see him downstairs every day. I just...I want to be able to come home and tell someone all about my day, and talk about dreams and goals until 3 in the morning, and--”

“And try to cook dinner together only to end up on fire?” you interrupted with a smile on your face. “I know I’m no George, but I want to be there for you in any way I can. Stay up late and go on adventures and go on double dates with your brother and Angelina. I wanna be yours. I mean, if you’ll let me.”

Fred cupped your cheek and pulled you into a chaste kiss. “I’ll do more than let you, I was about to ask anyways but you had to beat me to it, didn’t you?”

“It’s a habit,” you shrugged. “I’m glad you tried to banish me.”

“I’m glad you wouldn’t let me. Looks like your stubbornness finally paid off.” You shoved his chest lightly and wrapped your arm across his torso. 

“I love you Freddie.”

“I love you too.”

A few silent moments passed with the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms. “Hey Fred?” you said, finally breaking the silence. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you please get up and turn off that bloody alarm?”

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till forever falls apart{chapter 8}{f.w. x oc}

Chapter 8:

The winter holidays came and went. The Weasley’s stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, but Jordyn went home. On Christmas morning, Jordyn was surprised to find a package delivered by an owl from Molly.

Dear Jordyn,

Fred told me about his scarf that got ruined by the weather last quidditch game, so I made you a replacement. 

Happy Christmas, love, 

Molly Weasley

Jordyn pulled out a gold and red scarf from the package. She threw it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her body. A familiar smell of vanilla and fire mixed together and lingered on the scarf, a smell she found herself sensing often when around the Weasley children. 

“Who’s that from?” Mrs. Marchbanks asked.

“It’s from Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George’s mum,” 

“Well isn’t that nice of her, we’ll have to do something in return.”

“I think she’d like that. We could knit her something this summer, and you could help me!” Jordyn suggested.

“I love that idea,”

Jordyn returned to Hogwarts the first week of January. After returning, it felt like the next months of school rushed together. Nights were spent until the closing minutes of the library, trying to help the twins study, but neither of them focused enough. She also helped Cedric study, which was much easier than helping the twins, since he actually wanted to do well on his O.W.L.S. Jordyn found herself spending a lot more time with her roommates than she ever had in the years before, gossiping about boys, Lissie and Savannah trying to find out which Weasley twin was which and which one Jordyn liked, but she didn’t tell anyone. She hadn’t even come to terms with herself about falling head over heels for Fred. In the Gryffindor common room, there was another break in by Sirius Black, and Jordyn had her recurring nightmare once more, before Cedric got her more dreamless sleeping potion. Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup, leading to a nightmare party, where Jordyn experienced a drunk Fred and George for the first time. 

One night in the common room, with Cedric and Jordyn studying, Cedric broke the silence in the room.

“Dad got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” he started.

“What is that exactly?” Jordyn asked.

“It’s a quidditch match that happens every four years against worldwide quidditch teams. This year is Ireland versus Bulgaria!”

“Oh so it’s like the Olympics!”

“The what?”

“I’ll explain later. Get on with the world cup.”

“And mum isn’t exactly the quidditch watching type, and dad’s got an extra ticket, so would you like to come with the two of us?” Cedric asked.

“I would love to! That’s so exciting!”

O.W.L.S came and went, and school was coming to an end. Jordyn couldn’t wait for the summer. 

“Ms. Marchbanks, Ms. Marchbanks, wake up.” 

Jordyn woke up to Professor Sprout shaking her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Professor Dumbledore requested your presence, come with me.”

Jordyn’s stomach dropped. She got up from her bed and followed Sprout to Dumbledore’s office, where he sat by himself, with a phoenix in his office.

“Ah, Ms. Marchbanks, I’m sorry to bother you this late, but we received a letter from your mother, somehow, I assume you have an owl that visits often. Besides the point,”

He handed her the letter. Jordyn’s hands trembled as she opened it.

Jordyn,

Hi love. I hate to tell you this news over a letter, but it couldn’t wait another week or so until you got home. 

Your father got into a car crash this morning, I’m so sorry, but he’s

Jordyn didn’t finish the letter. She felt her legs give out from underneath her. She started to cry, trying to keep it silent as she fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Marchbanks. If you would like, we can send you home now.” Dumbledore said.

“Please,” was all Jordyn could say.

Sprout helped her up and they went back to the common room, where she packed all her things and wrote quick letters to Cedric and the twins. 

Dumbledore and many of the other professors met Jordyn and Sprout at the Great Hall. Jordyn had left her note for Cedric on her roommates trunk, along with a smaller note for them so they would give it to him. She then asked Professor McGonnagall to give her letter to the twins.

That night became blocked out from her memory. She didn’t remember getting back home, she must have been asleep most of the way, but she remembered hugging her mom when she got to Kings Cross Station and the two cried together. When they got to their house, they sat on the couch and cried some more. 

There were things left to Jordyn, such as her dad’s guitars. He had so many, and she didn’t know how to keep them all. There was a note from him as well, reflecting on how special she was and how he couldn’t be more proud of her. She wondered when he wrote it and when he had planned on giving it to her, it’s not like he could have known this would happen. 

Cedric and the twins came to the funeral. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them at a time like this. Cedric left that night, but Molly allowed the twins to stay over. They did what they normally did: watched old movies and listened to records, and they sat together, letting Jordyn cry as her dad’s favorite songs played.

The next morning when they left, she gave them both a guitar.

“Jordyn, we can’t take these.” George said.

“Please, my dad would have wanted it. Plus, I have so many more. I know you guys wanted some, so, please take them.”

“Of course,” Fred said.

She didn’t plan on seeing them again until the school year. She just wanted to be with her mom until the Quidditch World Cup came along. She spent most of her days knitting a scarf for Molly to have for Christmas. She wrote letters to her friends, and this time it included her roommates, not just Cedric and the twins. Cedric had sent her the details of the World Cup, and as it neared the middle of August, Jordyn was already packed for the school year and the World Cup.

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☕️ reader x fred in a college/university au!

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

Study (Date)

If someone told you that you would currently be sitting in the library, right across from Fred Weasley - you would’ve laughed and said that that only happened in your dreams.

Right now, you are surely wide awake and your long time crush is definitely seated right across you.

Earlier that morning, the redhead had approached you and asked if you could help with some homework that he couldn’t get the gist of and you happily agreed. Why wouldn’t you? The excuse to spend time with him was literally presented to you.

“Are you sure it’s okay with you?” Fred asked as the two of you walked to the library, “Because if you have something else to do, then I can ask someone else. 

Shaking your head, you gave him a smile. “It’s fine, I swear. I don’t have anything else to do anyway.” 

“If you say so.” The redhead said as he opened the door for you, the pleasant burst of air conditioning hitting your face. 

“Done.” Fred said in triumph, dotting a period before turning the textbook over to you, “Is that okay?” 

Pulling the textbook closer, you scanned over his answers before pushing it back to him, “Yep, that’s better.” 

“Yes!” Fred grinned triumphantly, closing the book with a snap, “Finally!”

You stifled a laugh, “See? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

Fred chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Guess not.” 

In the next two hours, the two of you managed to get a majority of your work done.

“Thanks again.” He smiled, walking out of the library with you, “You’re a lifesaver.” 

Grinning, you felt the heat spread across your face, “It’s my pleasure.”

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Hey Gabriella, congratulations on 1.3k follower again 😊

Can I ask you for a 💌 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐥 with Fred Weasley and confessing his feelings, please? Thank you 😌

(I hope, I did it right 🙈)

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My Dearest Y/N,

I know that this is cheesy (currently being teased by George as you read this) but I can’t think of any other way that I’d be confessing my feelings to you that would be in a way that you deserve.

Darling, you don’t know the effect that you have on me. You’re literally such a goddess from head to toe. Your smile manages to make my day brighter, your eyes holds a secret that I want to spend the rest of my life discovering. Merlin, don’t even get me started on your sense of humour.

To put things simply, I want to say that I love you. As cliche as it is, I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you. You’re the very person who invaded my thoughts in the morning and runs around my dreams in the night.

Hopefully things won’t be awkward between us in the event that you don’t return the feelings. I just wanted you to (finally) know how I felt.

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could you do headcannons of the weasley twins falling for a someone who has a special in bugs and plants? btw love you work and have a great day!! :]

Thank you so much for requesting this and I’m so glad you like my work! 💖

My headcannon night is closed!

Fred dating Someone Who Loves Herbology

He would honestly think that it is the cutest thing ever

Especially when you’re so concentrated

When he can’t find you anywhere, he knows the place where to find you - the greenhouse

He also knows that whenever you’re stressed, this is your go to place

Fred sometimes just stands by the door of the green house and watches as you tend to the plants

Sometimes you would talk to the plants, which you find embarrassing but Fred just melts at the sight of it

Sometimes he helps you out with the plants just to watch your smile

After finding a ladybug in the greenhouse, you and Fred decided to keep it in a jar since it was so cute

Fred would be so overprotective (so much more than you) when it comes to the ladybug

”Who moved the jar to the window?”

”I did.”

Fred scrambles to move the jar away, “George, do you really want to burn the bug? The sun is shining so brightly, you just might kill her. How could you?”

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Light at the End of the Tunnel | F.W.

Title: Light at the End of the Tunnel

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: There's always light at the end of the tunnel. Most of the time, its not literally. But, sometimes, it comes in a person.

There’s always a light at the end of every tunnel. That’s what Ginny constantly reminded her older brother during each and every one of their talks.

Ever since missing death just by the skin of his teeth, Fred had come to appreciate the meetups he and Ginny would have every other week (every three weeks if they’re extremely busy) - either to just vent out their feelings or just to catch up.

But, Fred didn’t really find the “light at the end of his traumatic tunnel” until he took a walk in the muggle side of London, trying to take away the craziness that running a business could give.

It had even happened by a complete accident. Either Fred Weasley was just a lucky idiot or destiny really brought them together.

He had no idea how he was able to catch the falling books so quickly, as he muttered a quick sorry to the person he had bumped into.

“Don’t worry it's fine.” You smiled as Fred handed the books back to you, “Nice reflexes.”

For a while, the ginger in front of you seemed to have forgotten how to speak as he looked at you with disbelief masking his handsome features.

You looked down, ignoring the rise in temperature in your cheeks due to his unwavering gaze, “Are you okay?” 

The question snapped Fred out of his train of thought while he let out a nervous chuckle, running a hand through his already messy hair, “Yeah. I’m fine? In fact, I should be the one asking you that question - with the amount of books you’re carrying, you could hurt yourself.” 

You laughed, balancing the stack of about 7 or 10 books in your arms, “Well, I guess you could say that I’m used to it. Perks of being a teacher and all.” 

“Oh, what do you teach?” Fred asked.

“I teach elementary science. I’m Y/N, by the way, I would shake your hand but they’re currently unavailable at the moment.” You smiled.

Fred grinned, “I’m Fred, Fred Weasley. That’s okay, we can always do it next time.” 

Next time.

You smiled at the prospect of seeing Fred Weasley again, even if you barely knew anything about him. 

“Can you hold this for me for a sec?” You asked as an idea popped into your mind.

“Sure.” Fred said, taking the stack of books from your hands leaving you free to take out a pen and paper.

“This is my number.” You said, handing him the piece of paper that now had your phone number while you took back the books, “Don’t be a stranger, call me anytime.” 

He stared at the ten digits on the paper in your delicate scribble as if it was a key to a whole new world.

He then flashed a smile, “I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.” 

–

Fred had never been this excited for the Weasley brunch that happened every Sunday courtesy of Molly. 

“Hermione Granger.” He said to his younger brother’s wife who had just finished helping Molly with the dishes, “Just the bright witch I need.” 

“Honestly Fred, if you’re going to ask for my help with a prank, you should know better by now.” Hermione teased.

Fred laughed, “Unfortunately for you Ms. Granger, this is not a prank so you have to help me.” 

“What’s with calling her Miss Granger? We’re literally married now.” Ron complained as he passed by.

Hermione jokingly rolled her eyes at her husband before replying, “Fine. What do you need help with?”  

He looks around before lowering his voice to a whisper, “Can you teach me how to use a phone?”

The bushy-haired girl furrowed her brows in confusion, “And why is that?” 

“Well, I met this girl, I kinda like her and she’s a muggle and she gave me her number.” He said, “I swear Hermione, please keep this between us.” 

Hermione smiled, a twinkle appearing in her eyes, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Just buy a phone first then call me and I’ll teach you.” 

–

Once Fred had managed to get his hands on a second-hand phone, he immediately called Hermione for help.

“So, all I have to do is dial the number she gave me and press the green button?” Fred inquired.

“Yes!” Hermione said, practically explaining the four-step process for the fourth time.

Taking a deep breath before pressing the green button, a shrill sound filling the air before it came again then your sweet voice followed.

“Hello?” 

“Uh, hi.” Fred said, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice, “I-It’s Fred. You know, from the other day.” 

He immediately cringed at the way he introduced himself, especially with the way Hermione had face-palmed herself beside him.

“Oh yeah.” You said, the smile practically evident in your voice, “Yeah I remember, you really had nice reflexes.” 

He tried to ignore the amused grin Hermione had and the heat that seemed to be coming to his cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair, “Uh yeah. Anyway, how are you doing? Did I catch you at a bad time?” 

“No, not at all.” You said, “It’s actually perfect timing.”

“Great. And while we’re at it, do you want to meet up for coffee tomorrow?” Fred smiled.

“Sure, that would be wonderful.” You said.

–

Fred nervously tapped his fingers on the table, anticipating your arrival. 

It’s been ages since he last went on a date, so he had no idea what to do.

Seeing you enter the coffee shop, he was about to wave to indicate where he was sitting when he heard a small ping.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he looked down to see a message from you.

> I’m here, where’re you seated?

He glanced up at you to see you still looking around the rather crowded shop before typing out, 

<The table on the right side, by the huge window. I’m wearing a white shirt.

Following his instructions, when he saw you look in his direction, he waved as a smile graced your lips and you made your way towards him.

“Hey.” You greeted, sliding into the seat opposite of his. 

“Hi.” He returned the greeting, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“Do you want to get some food?” Fred asked, trying to give his most confident smile, “It’s on me.” 

Once the ice was broken, everything went brilliantly. 

“We definitely have to do this again sometime.” You said while the two of you walked out of the cafe together.

“Definitely.” Fred agreed, thinking whether his next move would prevent that from happening or not. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, carefully watching you and your body language.

You blinked up at him, feeling the heat rise up in your cheeks, “I don’t see why not.” 

Fred stared at you in complete shock, for a moment thinking that he had completely imagined your response before cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours.

–

You gaped at Fred for a moment once he broke the news to you before breaking out laughing. 

Fred stared at you, very confused as to what you found so funny.

“Freddie,” You said in between fits of laughter, “I swear, you’re a top-class comedian but this is literally the worst prank you’ve made yet. I’m not 7, do you really think that I would believe that magic exists and that you can do it?” 

Fred blinked, “I’m not joking love.” 

You laughed even harder, “C’mon Fred, you can’t fool me. You’re better than this.” 

He grew silent for a moment as he contemplated on how to prove to you that magic was real. 

Seeing you carefully watching his next move, he took out his wand, pointing to the glass that stood on the counter. 

“Accio.” He said, causing the glass to float towards him.

“Freddie.” You giggled, “I may not be a ‘wizard’ but I know that you use invisible strings for that trick.” 

“Yeesh, tough audience.” He muttered, before pushing the glass off the table, shattering it into tiny pieces.

Before you could complain or get mad at him, Fred pointed his wand to the glass, “Reparo.”

The shards then floated slightly in the air, before piecing itself back together and setting itself down on the coffee table it fell off earlier.

“Holy-” your wide-eyed stare shifted from your boyfriend to the good-as-new glass on the table. 

“How?” You asked, your question hanging in the air as you reached forward and grabbed the glass - still remaining as one piece in your hand.

Fred couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across his lips, “See? I told you so.”

You still couldn’t believe what was happening, “What? How?” 

“Let me begin from the start.” 

–

“Are you okay, love?” Fred asked, giving a peck to your cheek.

“Yeah,” you answered, madly trying to get your hair to be on its best behavior, “I’m about to meet your literally magical family. Of course I’m fine.” 

“Hey. Hey.” He said, turning you to face him, hands gently resting on your shoulders, “You’ll be fine, I’m sure they’ll love you.” 

“How do you know? Do wizards have the ability to see the future?” You said sarcastically, “You come from a family of magic, Freddie. I, on the other hand, don’t have a single drop of abra cadabra in my blood.” 

He rolled his eyes at you, “First of all, that whole abra cadabra thing is just absolutely ridiculous. Second of all, I’m pretty sure that my family would just adore you. And even if they don’t, which is unlikely, that won’t stop me.” 

You took a deep breath in an attempt to compose yourself and regain some of your confidence, “If you say so.”

“That’s my girl.” Your boyfriend grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead before taking your arm as you apparated to his childhood home.

You couldn’t help but marvel at the house, even if it was leaning a bit to the side, it looked like it was being held up by magic. 

Once the door had opened to reveal his mother, she immediately engulfed her son into what seemed like a bone crushing hug before taking one look at you and pulling you in for one too - as if this wasn’t the first time she had met you.

–

Today, Fred had insisted on taking you to see his shop in the Wizarding World. 

To say that it was incredible, was a complete understatement. 

Everything about it seemed to have come from a dream. From candies to instantly make you sick (which would’ve been a hit when you were in school) to something as common in the muggle world as fake wands.

During his lunch break, the two of you took a walk through Diagon Alley while Fred gave you a little tour of the area. 

He had just finished pointing towards the shop he and George would always make a beeline towards as kids when a slightly stern voice suddenly reached your ears.

“Mr. Fred Weasley, is that you?” 

You and Fred turned to be faced with a woman wearing an emerald robe, her hair in a bun and a soft smile on her features accompanied by a man who seemed to be almost twice of a six footer’s height with very shaggy hair and a huge grin.

By the grin that grew on your boyfriend’s lips, you could tell that he knew who they were. 

“Professor McGonagall! Hagrid! It’s great to see you two again.” He said as he gave them both a hug.

“Great to see you too Fred!” The giant, presumably Hagrid, returned the smile.

“Why don’t you introduce us to your fair maiden, Fred?” The one wearing emerald, McGonagall teased.

“Oh yeah,” Fred laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pecked a kiss to your cheek, “sorry about that love.” 

“Anyway, these are McGonagall and Hagrid. They were both my former professors at Hogwarts. McGonagall, Hagrid, this is my wonderful and amazing girlfriend, who also happens to be a teacher,  Y/N.”

–

It’s been 3 years since Fred’s fast reflexes first amazed you. 

Now, the two of you were walking on the snow covered village near his old school and not even the slight chill could ruin the serenity of the moment. 

“All these years.” You whispered, “And I still can’t believe that all this really exists. Most of the time, I still expect myself to wake up and realize that it’s all a dream.” 

Fred chuckled, “Better get used to it darling, ‘cause you’re stuck with it for life.” 

“For life?” You laughed, “You really think you can put up with me for life, Weasley?” 

“Of course I can.” He grinned, “The question is: can you?” 

Having said those words, Fred took out a small, red velvet box and got down on one knee. 

“Freddie.” You said quietly, the words dying in your throat as if you forgot how to talk. 

“Y/N, love.” Fred started the speech he had been rehearsing since the minute he woke up, “They say that all the best things come at the perfect time and I never thought that was true until I met you. You came at a time in my life when everything else seemed bleak and dark. You became the light at the end of that dark tunnel of my life. And I’d never know what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t arrived.”

No one can even deny or resist the tears in both of your eyes.

“So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?” 

“Yes.” 

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Canoe Lake | F.W.

Title: Canoe Lake (Percy Jackson!AU)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: The first anniversary is always important. But, what happens when your boyfriend forgets?

Being a demigod was more of monsters and battles than sunshine and rainbows.

Especially when dealing with the Godly parents who never seem to be content with their immortality and the various quests one has to put up with - it's a miracle you even have a love life at all.

Or maybe Aphrodite was just bored.

But, today couldn’t be a more peaceful, a more beautiful day at Camp Half-Blood.

Why? Because today was your first year anniversary with your lovely boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

Nobody would’ve thought that a son of Hermes and a daughter of Y/G/P would end up together. But, the whole camp practically shipped the two of you, nonetheless.

Looking for your boyfriend, you saw him hanging out with his twin by the canoe lake. 

“Hi Freddie!” You greeted rather cheerfully, pecking him on the cheek.

“Hey princess.” He returned the greeting, giving you a huge smile, “What’s got you in a good mood?” 

Giving him a slightly confused look, you asked, “Don’t you remember what day it is today?” 

Fred thought about it for a moment, “Is it Friday?” 

Your smile disappeared as your spirits were suddenly deflated, did he really forget?

“Yeah.” You nodded, forcing a smile, “It is. I actually remembered that Hermione and I have to go do something so I’ll catch you later.” 

“You idiot.” George said as soon as you were out of sight, “Do you really not know what today is?”

His twin gave a confident grin, “Do you really think that I would forget the exact day that I asked the love of my life to be mine?” 

“Then why did you-” 

“Because, my dear brother, that is what you call the element of surprise. Which I will be needing if my plan is to be executed properly.” 

–

“Hey Y/N!” Hermione greeted, looking up from her book as you neared the Athena cabin.

“Hey.” You said quietly, sitting down next to her on the stairs, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, closing her book, “I would’ve expected you to be a bit more… cheery today. Isn’t it your anniversary with Fred?” 

You sighed, “That’s exactly the reason why.”

Hermione’s forehead creased in confusion, “What do you mean? Don’t tell that he forgot about today.”

The sad smile that you gave her was enough of an answer.

Hermione tried to stand up but you stopped her by pulling her back down. 

“I’m going to kill that idiot.” She muttered, glaring in Fred’s direction.

“Calm down Hermione, it’s not that big of a deal.” You shrugged.

She gave you a look, “Not that big of a deal? It’s your anniversary for crying out loud.” 

“Seriously, it’s fine.” You insisted.

“No, it’s not.” She argued, “Y/N, this day signifies a huge milestone for your relationship. You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re not in the least bit angry that he forgot.”

“Fine.” You gave in, “Maybe I am mad. But, maybe I just don’t want to cause a scene which would lead to us fighting which, in turn, would lead to something worse.”

“You’re lucky my best friend needs comforting.” Hermione said with a humorless chuckle, “Or else I would’ve thrown your boyfriend into the lake.” 

You gave her a grateful smile, “Thanks Hermione.” 

–

“You really think this idea isn’t, I don’t know, a little bit stupid?” Ginny asked.

Fred frowned, “No, I think it's actually brilliant.” 

“Really?” Ginny deadpanned, “You don’t think she’ll be mad at you for ‘forgetting your anniversary’?”

“I know she will. But, it’ll be worth it. Trust me.” He shrugged.

“Well, you are the boyfriend. You’ll be the one facing her wrath anyway.” 

–

You sat on your bed inside your cabin, reading a book to take your mind off the fact that your special day with your boyfriend didn’t turn out to be that special at all. 

A small knock came on the door of the cabin.

“Go away.” You muttered, turning another page of your book.

“Please.” Harry’s voice came from the other side of the door, “I know what’s happening and I swear, this is worth it.” 

You closed the book, contemplating on whether or not you should open the door, “And you know this because?” 

Harry grew silent for a moment, “I just do? You just have to trust me.” 

You sighed, “if this has anything to do with Fred, I don’t want to talk to him today.” 

Silence again. “I promise, it has nothing to do with him.” 

“If I have to see him, I’m not buying you any chocolate for a week.” 

You could’ve sworn Harry gulped, “I swear. Now will you please come out.” 

Taking a deep breath and trying to make yourself as presentable as you could in your current state, you opened the door.

Harry flashed a sheepish grin, nodding in the direction of the canoe lake, “I swear, you’ll love it.” 

You nodded, giving him a small smile before following him to the canoe lake. 

You were lost in your train of thoughts that you had already reached the lake before you had realized that Harry had lagged behind you and now was nowhere to be found.

Directing your attention back to the scenery in front of you, a small gasp left your lips as you took in off what was actually to be seen.

A candle-lit table underneath the stars, two glasses of soda (funnily, poured into champagne glasses) and instead of the cliche vase of flowers, the centerpiece was a framed picture of you and Fred - taken six months ago.

“Surprise.” You didn’t even have to turn around to see who the owner of the voice was.

“Freddie,” You cooed, all anger and hurt fading away into the night as you threw your arms around your boyfriend.

Fred chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he kissed the side of your head, “Happy anniversary love. Did you really think that I would forget the day that the best thing that ever happened to me happened?” 

You looked up at him, “So it was all a coy? All part of the plan?”

“Of course it was.” He smiled, “I only wanted to give you what you deserve for our first year celebration.”

You giggled, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a brief kiss to his lips, “and for the many more to come.” 

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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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So Much for Secrecy | F.W.

Title: So Much for Secrecy

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Fred starts sending letters that weren't up to his usual standards - you start to get worried.

“Are you sure you can’t stay over at the Burrow for the summer?” Fred pouted, holding on to you as tightly as he could without suffocating you

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a smile, “I already told you. We’re going to our summer house since this is the first time my sister’s been home since she went off to college. I’ll write to you everyday and I’ll be able to head to the Burrow two weeks before school starts.”

“Fine.” He huffed, pecking your lips, “You better write to me everyday.”

“I promise.” You said, still smiling up at him.

“C’mon Fred! You’re just parting for the summer! You’re not a soldier going into war.” George called out from the spot where he and the rest of the Weasley family were waiting.

Fred rolled his eyes at his twin, causing you to laugh.

“Go! Your family is waiting.”

“They can wait a little bit longer.” He muttered, bending down to connect your lips in a brief kiss.

“Oi lover boy! Hurry up!” George’s call came again.

“Coming!” Fred said, littering kisses all over your face before he made his way to his family,

“Bye! Write to me everyday! I love you!”

You laughed, waving at him, “Yes, I promise that I’ll write everyday! I love you too!”

–

That was two weeks ago. And you had kept your promise to your boyfriend that you would write to him everyday.

“Writing to your boyfriend, again?” Your sister mused, peeking over your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You said, not looking up from your letter, “Why?”

Y/S/N shrugged, “You just wrote him a letter yesterday, and the day before that.”

“So?”

“So? Normally when my boyfriend and I exchange love letters its either on a special occasion or a weekly basis.”

“Well, my relationship is different from yours.” You said, sealing the letter in an envelope.

“Good point.” Y/S/N agreed, “But, why everyday?”

You smiled, remembering the little exchange before you temporarily parted ways with your respective families.

“Fred is clingy, in a good way. He’s just adorable when he’s clingy. He even told me once that if there ever passes a day that he doesn’t get to see even just a glimpse of me - then his day isn’t complete. So, he made me promise - three times if I may mention - that I would write to him everyday so that ‘he doesn’t miss me as much’.”

“Why didn’t you bring him over?” Your sister said, giving you a look, “I would’ve loved to meet him!”

You smiled at her, “I won’t make any promises - but, maybe next year.”

“I’ll take that then.” She teased.

–

A day later, you had received a letter from Fred.

Opening it, you found it quite odd that the letter was short and vague (compared to the novel-like letters he’s been sending you for the past two weeks).

Hey love,

I miss you terribly. (George just smacked me on the back of the head and said that I whine about it everyday).

Okay, maybe I do.

Anyway, we just played a little Quidditch today - George teases that my team won just because you weren’t here to distract me. But, what can I say? You’re a wonderful distraction.

I hope you’re having a wonderful day princess. Write to you again soon! I love you!

Lots of love from your dearest boyfriend,

Freddie

Nevertheless, the letter was still sweet and maybe Fred was just busy that day.

Grabbing your quill and some parchment, you penned out your letter in reply.

“Isn’t someone lovesick?” Your sister cooed, noticing the dopey smile on your lips that never seemed to waver since reading your boyfriend’s letter.

You poked your tongue out at her, “Oh, sod off.”

–

Fred’s letters were getting more and more vague with each passing week.

For the first few, you just brushed it off, thinking that he was just busy - Molly did keep everyone from getting bored at the Burrow.

“And you don’t think that it’s weird?” Your sister said once you accidentally let slip your little “observation”

You shrugged in reply, “Maybe he’s just busy?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” Y/S/N noted, “But, in all honesty Y/N, I read some of Fred’s letters to you and from what I can tell - he’s never busy when it comes to you. I haven’t met him yet - but in every word that he writes in his letters, I can feel just how much he loves you.”

“I don’t know.” You hesitated, “Maybe his mum is keeping him busy?”

Your sister gave you a look, “Believe me, from what I’ve read - I can see that Fred would drop everything just for you.”

–

The vague letters continued on for the next week.

You decided that you would ask your boyfriend what was wrong. But, after you’ve taken a shower.

You and your sister decided to take a little swim, so you wanted to freshen up a bit.

Once you’ve dried your hair and wrapped the towel around your body, you opened the door that connected your bathroom to your bedroom and stepped out.

But, you almost jumped out of your skin as you saw someone sitting on your bed, recognizing the ginger hair and the familiar smile - you knew just exactly who it was.

“Godric Fred!” You scolded your boyfriend, hitting him on the shoulder as he started to laugh, “It’s not funny!”

“Why not?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“I literally just got out of the shower, Freddie.” You deadpanned.

“So?” He said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you smacked his arm again, “Fred!”

“Sis? Are you alright in there?” Y/S/N’s voice came from the other side of your bedroom door.

“Yes!” You immediately reply, covering your boyfriend’s mouth with your hand, “Fine, just thought I saw a spider.”

“Really?” Your sister said, a teasing tone starting to lace her voice, “And the spider’s name just happens to be the name of your boyfriend?”

You could’ve sworn that your cheeks just got redder.

“What?” Your sister laughed, noting your silence, “He just appeared at our doorstep. Who do you think let him in your room?”

“You could’ve at least had him stay in the living room and wait until I had some clothes on and somehow looked decent.” You said.

“So? How was I supposed to know that you were in the shower? Besides, like Fred said, it isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before.” Y/S/N countered.

“See?” Fred said, poking his tongue out at you.

You pulled Fred up by his arm, the other hand making sure that the towel didn’t fall off you as you opened the door to reveal your sister and pushed your boyfriend, “Out. Now, stay in the living room and wait for me to put one some clothes.”

Before your boyfriend could protest, you shut the door.

–

Once you looked pretty decent, you went down to the living room where you saw your sister in the kitchen and your boyfriend waiting on the couch.

You sat down next to your boyfriend, giving him a smile, “Hey.”

Fred leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Hey beautiful.”

“So, what brings you here?” You asked, “Missed me too much?”

“Kind off.” He admitted, “But, unfortunately, that’s not why I’m here.’

“Why are you here then?” You started to feel worried.

“Well, you know how You-Know-Who is back and all right?” He said.

“Yeah, and what does that have to do with you coming here?”

“In the first wizarding war, Dumbledore put together a group called the Order of the Phoenix, which fought against You-Know-Who. Now, since he’s back, Dumbledore called the Order again, and since my parents are part of it - where staying at Sirius’ childhood home.” Fred explained.

“Okay.” You said, slightly confused, “You could’ve just told me this in a letter.”

“That’s the point.” He sighed, “As much as I’ve wanted to tell you these in my letters I can’t. As a precaution, Dumbledore doesn’t want us to include much information in our letters because it might fall into the wrong hands. That’s why my letters have been short lately. I hope that you’re not mad at me.”

You giggled, gently pinching his cheek, “Of course not! I have to admit that I did miss your novel-like letters, but I just assumed you were busy and you didn’t have much time to write.”

“Sweetheart,” Fred cooed, nudging your cheek with his nose, “I’ll always have time for you.”

“I told you!” Your sister shouted from the kitchen causing you to burst out laughing while Fred just furrowed his brows at you.

“What does she mean?” your boyfriend asked.

“Well, she knew that I assumed that you were busy lately, and she said that she had read your letters to me and from that, she can say that you’re never busy when it comes to me.” You said, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Anyway.” You stirred the topic back to the reason why your boyfriend was here, “You just came to tell me about the Order?”

“No.” Fred grinned, “I’m here to take you to the Order.”

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Destiny has its Ways | F.W.

Title: Destiny has its Ways

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Eight months after Fred broke up with you - you decide to visit the shop but with someone special along.

It would be an understatement to say that Fred Weasley was the best boyfriend ever.

Fred Weasley was the most passionate of lovers, he could basically be named the god of love.

He would cater to your every need and request, he would always be there for you - especially when you need him the most. Fred was literally the man of your dreams and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You still haven’t had enough?” You teased as Fred hovered over you, tracing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

“What kind of a question is that?” He asked with a cheeky grin, sucking his mark on your sweet spot, “I can never get enough of you.”

“Never?” You asked him with an amused smile.

“Never ever.” He confirmed, pressing a kiss to your lips.

--

You had been feeling sick for the past few days, getting up early in the morning to bend over the toilet and empty out the contents of your stomach into it.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital wing and have it checked?” Fred asked, giving you a worried look.

You shook your head, waving him off, “I’m fine. It could just be a bug or something.”

“You sure?” Your boyfriend asked, raising a brow at you.

“I’ll be fine, positive.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“When was the last time you had your period?” Hermione asked a week later, after you’ve told her that you were still vomiting.

You thought about it for a moment before dread washed over you when you realized it, “It’s late… by two weeks.”

Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t in the hospital wing so you managed to get a muggle pregnancy test without anyone giving you a suspicious look.

Hermione then stood outside of the bathroom while you conducted the test.

Your stomach dropped as you stared in horror at the two red lines that stood clearly on the white stick.

You sat down on the lid of the toilet seat, feeling like you would collapse if you didn’t. The tears started flowing down the apple of your cheeks as your whole world was suddenly turned upside down.

Hermione started knocking on the door, “You alright? What’s the result?”

You couldn’t give her an answer - but she could hear you crying and that was enough.

She gently opened the stall door and came in, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“What am I going to do Hermione?” You asked, “We’re just 18. We can’t have a baby yet.”

“I know.” The younger girl consoled, “Everything’s going to be alright.”

You gripped the test tightly, “Everything’s not going to be alright Hermione. Everything’s going to be a disaster.”

“Y/N, you have a wonderful boyfriend who is basically so whipped for you, who would do absolutely anything for you and looks at you like you just gave him the world on a silver platter. I know that this won’t be easy, but I don’t see how this will be a disaster.” Hermione said.

“I won’t be telling him.” You admitted quietly, causing Hermione to stare at you in shock.

“You’re pretty smart Y/N, but that is by far the dumbest idea that I have ever heard.” She said.

“It’s not like I have a choice.” You sighed, “They’re about to open the joke shop, I don’t want to hold him back from his dreams.”

“Then what’re you going to do?”

“I wish I knew - but sadly, I don’t. I don’t have even the slightest clue on what I’m going to do.”

--

It was the day before Fred and George would be making their big escape. And it was the day when you knew your heart would break. But, you didn’t have a choice - it was for the best.

“You’re kidding.” Fred said once you’ve told him, “This one is not up to your usual standards, love. But, I have to admit - you got me for a second there.”

You shook your head, trying to keep the tears at bay, “I’m not joking, Freddie.”

The smile immediately dropped from his lips, “Wait, what? You’re really breaking up with me?”

You guiltily avoided his gaze, not bearing to see how he was looking at you right now.

“Why?” He asked, his voice starting to crack, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No! You didn’t do anything, it’s about me.” You protested.

“What about you?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” He said, hoping that the whole thing was just a nightmare and he would wake up at any moment with you tucked in his arms.

“I just can’t. Okay? It’s for the best.” You insisted.

Fred ran a hand through his hair, trying to hide the tears that were streaming down his face “For the best? All of this is for the best?”

“Yes, it is Fred.” You said, now openly crying, “I don’t want to do this either, but if you knew my reasons - you would understand.”

“And may I ask what ‘reasons’ are those?” He asked.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Then maybe it is for the best.” Fred said, already getting overwhelmed with his emotions before walking out of the room - leaving you a crying mess.

--

“Here he is.” The healer at St. Mungos smiled at you, gently putting the baby wrapped in a small blanket in your arms.

You felt your heart melt as you looked down at the baby in your arms. The small, red patch of ginger hair marked him as a true Weasley.

He looked up at you with big eyes, eyes that he had definitely inherited from you.

You were unaware of the tears of joy that were falling down your cheeks as the tip of your finger traced his little cheek.

He was perfect. But, you wished that Fred was sharing this moment with you.

The two haven’t talked ever since the day that you broke up with him. The other day, you saw a picture of him and George standing proudly in front of their shop in the Daily Prophet.

Despite still longing for him, you were so proud of how far he has come.

And that was possible with the sacrifice you made.

--

It had been 8 months ever since you first gave birth to your wonderful baby boy.

Now, you were standing in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. You didn’t know why you suddenly had the impulse to come here. Your baby was nestled in your arms, a small bonnet covering his head from the chill.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door of the shop.

You felt like your breath was being taken away as you took a look around. All of their products were lined up on the shelves, some were familiar to you and others were not.

At such a young age, your baby already had a knack for mischief as he started reaching out to every colorful item within his reach while he babbled in his own language.

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes at him, “No. You’re too young for that.”

As if making excuses, your baby continued on babbling, poking his tongue out at you.

--

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He had just came out of his flat on the second floor with the paper works in his hand when he stood over the railing and he immediately caught sight of you.

You were standing by one of the shelves, a small smile adorning your lips.

No matter how long it has been since you ended the relationship – he still found you breathtakingly beautiful.

The way you somehow had the ability to do a better job than the sun at lighting up your whole world with just your smile. The way that your eyes twinkled under the lights, the way you laughed still seemed like the most beautiful sound he ever heard.

Every single day, he would always hope that he would wake up and have you in his arms – that breaking up with you never really happened at all.

Don’t get him wrong, he was more than happy with the shop booming with business and all – but there was something missing and he knew that that something was you.

It wouldn’t hurt to say hi. He thought.

--

“For the last time.” You laughed, gently taking away another one of the products from your baby, “I’m not buying you these yet – at least, not until you’re older.”

He pouted, causing a wave of nostalgia to wash over you as you were reminded of his father.

“I didn’t know you had a knack for babysitting.” The voice you haven’t heard in over a year reached your ears.

And you could’ve swore that your heart literally missed a beat.

You turned around, facing the owner of the voice, “Hey Freddie.”

You suddenly felt like all of the air was sucked out of your lungs as you looked at him, he was just as handsome (if not more) as you remembered.

“So, how are you?” He asked, giving you a shy smile, “It’s been, what, a year and five months since we last saw each other?”

Yes, Fred really kept count on how long it was – partly because he was hoping that the time would come that he would stop counting because you would complete him again.

“Yeah.” You chuckled, “It has.”

“Niece, I’m guessing.” He said, nodding towards the baby that was looking at him with wide eyes.

You took a deep breath, not knowing how to respond or to tell him: niece? Nope. This is your son - the sole reason why I broke up with you in the first place.

“First of all, he’s a boy.” You gave a nervous chuckle, avoiding his gaze, “Second of all, he’s not my nephew..”

Fred felt all hope shatter the moment you uttered the three words - “he’s my son.”

“Oh,” was all that Fred managed to say before asking, “How old is he?”

You adjusted the bonnet on his head, “He’s eight months old.”

Fred’s mind automatically made the mental calculations – if he had done the math right, there was a possibility that you were pregnant when the two of you were still together.

His mind then flew to the last time the two of you got tangled in the sheets before you broke up – during that time, he had cast a contraceptive spell.

Could it be?

“Who’s the father?” He asked, even if he had a vague idea of the truth.

“Fred-“

“Just answer the question.”

“You don’t need to know.” You answered, the change in your demeanor was not that subtle.

“Why?” Fred asked, “is he someone I know?”

“Oh, he is someone you really know.” You said.

A blanket of silence and tension fell on top of the two of you for a minute, before Fred reached over and gently pulled off the bonnet that gave away the truth.

“Is he mine?” Fred couldn’t utter the question louder than a whisper as he stared at the patch of ginger hair that adorned your baby’s head.

“As far as I know – I didn’t sleep with any other Weasley.”

That’s when the last piece of the puzzle clicked together.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the mini version of him that was staring up at him with the widest eyes, “Can we talk in private?”

You sighed, knowing there was no escape, “Sure. Why not?”

He led the two of you up to his flat on the second floor of the shop, once he closed the door, he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind, “Is that the reason why you broke up with me? Because you were pregnant?”

“I had no choice, Fred.” You defended.

“You did.” He insisted, “You could’ve told me.”

“I did what was best for us.”

“Best for us? You think that ending our relationship because of our baby was for the best?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Yes, Y/N. I don’t understand so will you please explain it to me how exactly was it ‘for the best’?”

You sat down on the couch, looking down at the result of the love that Fred you had and, hopefully still had, for each other.

You looked up at him, “I, we would’ve held you back Freddie.”

Fred heaved a sigh, relishing in the way his nickname sounded in your voice – the voice he missed so dearly.

He then made his way to where you were seated, also opting to sit down on the couch but leaving enough space between the two of you in order to not barge into your personal space,

“What do you mean?”

“You and George were about to drop out of school and open up the joke shop. I knew that if I had told you that I was pregnant – you won’t continue with your plans. You’ll tell me that we would have no assurance if the shop will be a success or not, so you would rather work a regular 9 to 5 job at the Ministry so that you could provide for our baby. As much as it hurt letting you go Freddie – I would’ve rather endured that pain than living the rest of my life knowing that I became the reason you weren’t able to achieve your dreams.” You said, a year’s worth of sacrifice and longing now being released.

“Love,” Fred said softly, pulling you into a hug as he ran a hand through your hair, “I can see your reasons – I just wish that you told me. I never stopped loving you, Y/N, not even for a second. So, if you’ll let me – can I be a part of your and our baby’s life again?”

You smiled, “Yes Freddie, I would love nothing more.”

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, both of you grinning like mad.

A string of babbles suddenly came into the bubble the two of you created, you looked down to see your baby looking at you and Fred with wide eyes.

“Can I hold him?” Fred asked as the baby started making grabby hands towards him.

You giggled, gently depositing him into his father’s arms, “His name is Dylan – and he definitely takes after you.”

Fred chuckled, visibly melting as Dylan reached out and grabbed his finger in his little hand,

“Hi Dylan,” he cooed, “it’s your dad – I’m here now.”

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Kiss Drunk, Confess Sober | F.W.

Title: Kiss Drunk, Confess Sober

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: After sharing a drunk kiss at the party, feelings were finally confessed

Warning/s: Drinking

You had a crush on the older Weasley twin for as long as you could remember.

You first met Fred Weasley during your first year at Hogwarts.

Ron, Harry, Hermione and you were heading back to the common room, having just finished one of your classes. You and Hermione were discussing the twelve foot essay that Professor Flitwick had just given you while Ron and Harry were talking about Quidditch.

You suddenly felt a sticky and wet substance cover you from head to toe, the trio gasped in shock while another ginger male came into your vision.

“Oh Godric, I am so sorry.” You looked up and saw one of Ron’s older brothers - Fred, “The prank wasn’t meant for you. I swear! The knot accidentally came loose the same moment you were in the same spot. I am really sorry.”

A guilty look was very seldom seen on Fred Weasley’s face, even his brother was shocked into silence.

Everyone that had witnessed the incident was watching the two of you silently, as if they were witnessing the climax of their most awaited show.

You smiled, before starting to laugh so hard that your stomach started to hurt, causing Fred to grin.

“It’s okay.” You said, picking some of the slime off your hair, “It’s actually kind of great.”

“You think so?” The older twin asked, giving you a small smile.

“Yeah.” You said, “It’s absolutely brilliant.”

Ever since then, you had an incredible infatuation with the older Weasley twin.

But you knew that he only saw you as a sister. That you were only his brother’s best friend.

Ron knew about how head over heels in love you were with his brother, it endeared him and disgusted him at the same time.

“You know that he feels the same way towards you, right?” Ron said casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Sometimes I think you do this on purpose.”

“Do what on purpose?” He asked, taking a bite of the pumpkin pastry that Harry had just handed him.

“Tease me!” You said, heaving a sigh when he looked at you, puzzled.

“It’s obvious that your brother will never see me in that way.”

“As a girlfriend?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

This made Ron laugh, “No need. I get the point. But, believe me, I’m his brother - so I know this stuff.”

“You could be wrong.” You said.

He shrugged, giving you a small smile, “I could. But, I could also be right.”

Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you said, “Just eat your pastry.”

--

“Potter caught the snitch! Gryffindors wins!” Lee’s commentation boomed throughout the Quidditch Pitch as Harry had managed to lead his team into another victory.

You were making your way through the crowd to extend your congratulations to Fred when someone suddenly hoisted you up in the air and spun you around.

The smell of fireworks and cinnamon, that you were so addicted to, filled the air.

The culprit finally lowered you down to the ground, you turned and now faced Fred Weasley.

“Congrats.” You said a bit breathlessly, offering him a small smile

Fred grinned, the sweat from his hair dripping down onto his forehead, “Thanks. I wouldn’t have done it without my personal cheerleader though.”

Your smile faltered a bit, “Who?”

“You, obviously.” He said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Who else would be my cheerleader?”

You felt a heat rise up to your cheeks, hoping that Fred would mistake it for the heat and not what he just said.

“Just get together already!” George called out from the other side of the pitch, an arm draped around Angelina, “It’s obvious that you love each other so just do it.”

The blush on your cheeks darkened and you could’ve swore that Fred was blushing too.

--

The party in the Gryffindor common room was still going strong.

Fred watched from the side, sipping his drink, as Ron took your hand and twirled you around - both of you laughing hysterically.

“You know,” George said, appearing by his side, “Why don’t you just ask her out instead of staring at her like some weirdo.”

“I am not staring at her like a weirdo.” Fred said, causing George to raise a brow at him, “Okay. Maybe a little bit.”

“Then go for it.” His twin brother tried to encourage him, but Fred just sighed.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“She’s younger than me. And, can’t you see it?” Fred asked, nodding towards the direction where Ron and you were practically dying from laughter, “It’s obvious that she has a thing for Ron.”

George almost spat out his drink, trying hard not to laugh, “That’s rubbish! What makes you think that?”

“Don’t you see it?” He said, “Look at her. She laughs at all his jokes, Ron makes her so happy.”

“Sometimes, you can be so blind, Freddie.” George said, “She likes you. Merlin, even Ron can see that.”

Fred stayed silent, downing his drink.

“There’s no harm in trying.” his twin shrugged, before heading off to find Angelina.

There is harm. Especially when it puts your friendship at risk, Fred thought before going to get another drink.

--

“Uh, Y/N, little help here.” You heard Ron call you from the other side of the common room.

“What’s happening?” You asked, as you saw Ron trying to keep his brother from falling on his face.

“He’s drunk.” Ron grunted, “Bloody hell Fred! Can you at least make yourself lighter, you’re heavier than Hermione’s bag full of books.”

“Relax, Ickle Ronniekins.” Fred slurred, stumbling forward into your arms, “I’m fine.”

Ron shook his head disapprovingly, “Fine? I doubt it.”

“Leave him alone Ron.” You quipped, steadying Fred, “You’re lucky he didn’t vomit on you.”

Ron rolled his eyes at you, “I’ll leave you to care for him then.”

“Ron-”

“I am positive that you can handle him. Besides, I still need to look after tipsy Harry.”

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANCE!”

But, the Weasley paid no attention to your words as he left you with your drunk crush - correction, his drunk brother.

Your attempt at dragging Fred towards the common room couch was more or less successful.

More, because he didn’t give you such a hard time in bringing him there.

Less, because when he brought you down on the couch with him.

You felt your heart hammering against your chest as you were slightly hovering over him.

He took a deep breath before muttering, “Smells like Y/N. Like heaven.”

Fred then looked at you, as if just noticing that you were there, “Hey sweetheart.”

“Hey.” You said, quietly.

His eyes flickered from your lips up to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked without missing a beat.

Godric, this man could be drunk and still be so smooth.

“Why not.” You answered without thinking.

Fred then leaned forward and connected your lips together.

He tasted like firewhiskey and cinnamon, his lips were soft and his kisses were gentle.

So this is what kissing Fred Weasley felt like.

The two of you parted only when your lungs demanded air.

“I have been wanting to do that for such a long time.” He muttered, before falling into a sleep induced by the alcohol.

You pressed a small kiss to his forehead, “Me too, Freddie. Me too.”

--

“You did what?” Ron said, mouth dropping as you recounted what happened to him the night before.

“Well, technically speaking, he was the one who initiated it.” You shrugged.

“But, you kissed him and he kissed you?” Ron said.

You nodded, “He was drunk. So, I doubt that he remembers anything about it.”

“I can’t believe that you’re underestimating me on that matter, L/N.”

Turning around, you saw Fred standing behind you with a small smile adorning his lips.

“Underestimating you on what matter?” You asked, giving him a challenging look.

“This is my cue to leave.” Ron prompted, as he stood up and left.

“You’d really think that I would forget about last night that easily?” He asked.

Raising your hands in mock surrender, you answer, “Sue me. You were drunk at that time.”

“So, does being drunk guarantee the fact that I won’t remember anything?”

“In most cases, yeah, it would.”

“Well, as you can see - I’m not like the rest.’

“What’re you on to, Weasley?”

Fred walked closer to you, until your back hit the wall and you were looking up at him.

“I’m trying to keep myself from kissing you and you are not making it in any way easy.” He whispered.

“Why’re you stopping yourself?” You asked.

“Because you’re in love with my brother, Ron.” You could actually see the sadness in his eyes as he said it.

“What makes you think that?” You said.

He shrugged, taking a step away from you as he avoided your gaze, “I dunno. The way he always seems to make you laugh. The way you seem to brighten up whenever he enters the room.”

You started laughing, causing Fred to give you a confused look,

“What’s so funny?”

“You.” You managed to say through fits of laughter, “For Merlin’s sake Freddie! Ron is my best friend, he’s like a brother to me. Besides, my heart belongs to his older brother.”

He quirked a brow, “George.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “No silly. It’s you.”

“Me?” He said it as if he didn’t believe it.

“Why, in the name of Merlin, would I kiss you if I liked your brother?”

“Good point.” He shrugged.

This time, you were the one who took a step towards him, “I love you, Freddie. And only you.”

He grinned, taking you by the hand and bringing you to a hidden corridor, “Why don’t we have this kiss somewhere private.”

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Not Every Prank is for the Public Eye | F.W.

Title: Not Every Prank is for the Public Eye

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: You like pranks in general, until one is pulled on you in front of a crowd.

The main reason why you fell for Fred Weasley was his spontaneity.

He pulled pranks on anyone who dared to mess with him or the ones he loved, even if he could get detention in doing so.

To be honest, you were a bit surprised when he first asked you out. Sure, you enjoyed their pranks and all - but you were shy and quiet.

Nevertheless, your date with him was magical. He took you to get some butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, then surprised you with a picnic at the top of the hill - overlooking the sunset. While the sun painted the horizon with brilliant shades of orange and gold, the two of you shared a kiss.

Now, the two of you had just surpassed your six month milestone and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

But, being his girlfriend didn’t guarantee you the safe zone from his and George’s pranks.

You were okay with that - but the problem is, you weren’t okay with it being done in a crowd.

Problem is: Fred didn’t know that.

--

You and your boyfriend were in your Charms class, hands interlocked together - you were busy jotting notes while Fred, on the other hand, seemed to be busy staring at you.

You tried to suppress a smile as you continued on jotting down your notes, “Is there a possibility that there is something on my face that you don’t want to tell me about because I don’t see anything interesting about me that is more interesting than our lesson.”

‘There’s nothing on your face.” Fred said, still looking at you, “And it is actually true that you are more interesting than any lesson.”

You giggled quietly, “I don’t believe that.”

He started tracing random patterns on your skin, “Nothing you say can change my mind.”

“Maybe that’s because you always copy off my notes.” You said, poking your tongue out at him.

“That’s a benefit of dating you.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Oh really,” You said, jokingly raising a brow at him, “So, you’re dating me for the benefits?”

He dramatically gasped, “Of course not! How could you accuse me of such a deed! The benefits are just a bonus. As if dating you isn’t the most heavenly thing in the world.”

“Uh huh.” You mused, “What else are the benefits that come from dating me?”

Fred pretended to think about it, “Well, your hair is so soft and I love running my hands through it. Your kisses are basically a slice of heaven. Darling, the list could go on forever.”

“Charming one, aren’t you?”

“My charms are the reason you fell for me in the first place.”

“Cheeky one too.”

--

You and Fred had departed earlier because he and George had to set up a prank. You would’ve joined them - but, you still had an essay to finish - the sooner you push that out of your to do list, the better.

“Heading to the library too?” Angelina, George’s girlfriend and your best friend, suddenly appeared by your side.

You nodded, “Yeah. I want to get this essay over with.”

“Me too, honestly.” She chuckled, “I tried convincing George to also work on his - but, he’d rather set up a prank than sit down and write about the benefits of the Draught of the Living Dead.”

The statement caused you to laugh, “It’s literally the same with Fred, but who could blame them? They are twins after all.”

As soon as you said this, you felt a cold and sticky substance cover you from head to toe along with a gasp from Angelina.

A familiar laugh reached your ears, a laugh that you could easily pick out from a crowd of thousands.

Who’s laugh would it be, except for your boyfriend’s?

He and George were laughing hysterically at the sight of you falling into their little trap, along with a few of the students who were witnesses to the spectacle.

Too embarrassed to even continue on to the library, you turned and ran out of the “crime scene” as fast as you could.

When Fred saw this, he stopped laughing immediately and became confused. He thought you loved his pranks, why weren’t you laughing with him now?

He gave Angelina a questioning look in an attempt to figure out what was wrong, but the girl just shrugged.

The audience started to thin out and the only ones left were the twins and Angelina.

“Was she in a bad mood?” Fred asked.

Angelina shook her head, “No. She was actually in a pretty good mood, until - you know.”

“Do you think that the prank upset her?” Fred said, looking at George.

“Don’t ask me. I’m not her boyfriend.” George said, “Besides, I thought she liked pranks?”

“I’ll go talk to her.” Fred finally decided - running in the direction wherein his girlfriend escaped.

“Princess?” He called out, searching for you everywhere, “Darling, are you okay?”

An idea on your whereabouts suddenly popped into his head, he just had to hope that you were there.

He found you sitting by a bench near the corridor where you usually go when you want to be alone with your thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart.” Fred said quietly, sitting down next to you.

“Hey.” You returned the greeting, not looking at him.

“Is anything wrong?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“Maybe.”

“Did I do anything to upset you?”

You sighed, “It’s not about what you did - but, rather, where the incident happened.”

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know that I love your pranks and I don’t mind if you pull some on me. But, I just don’t like it if you do it in public because I feel like I’m being humiliated.” You said.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and if I made you feel humiliated. Thank you so much for telling me.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled, “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

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Relax | F.W.

Title: Relax

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: It has been a stressful week but, lucky for you, Fred is there to help you relax.

To say that it was a long and hard week was an understatement.

The week basically consisted of stress, crumpled parchment, endless hours in the library, and seeming like the universe had something against you.

At least, the weekend was just within reach.

You were trying to get the last essay of the week done so that you could sit back and relax.

“Yes!” You said in triumph as you placed the final period on your essay - you were finally done.

The essay was now tucked away in your bag as you plopped down on the common room couch at the same time your boyfriend came into the room - fresh from detention with Filch.

“Hey love.” He greeted, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “Ready for the last class of the week?”

You stretched a little before standing up, lazily leaning your head against his shoulder, “Ready to get it over with? Definitely.”

“That’s my girl.” He chuckled before the two of you set off to History of Magic hand in hand.

Today, the universe seemed to be by your side as the next thing you knew, the bell rung and Professor Binn’s droning was put to a halt.

The minute you stood up, ready to head out of the classroom and into the void of relaxation, you felt an arm slung over your shoulder.

“You alright love?” He asked, walking the two of you out of the classroom.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “A bit tired - but, I’m glad this week is finally over and I can relax.”

“They’re going to work my poor baby to death.” Fred cooed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You chuckled, “Hopefully not to death, you won’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Lee, George and the rest of the gang were planning on going to Hogsmeade tonight and get some drinks at the Three Broomsticks - you want to come?” Fred asked.

You shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t know whether I’m up for it. But, I’ll think about it.”

“If you won’t go - then, I won’t go too.” He said.

Looking at him, you tried to protest, “Freddie, you don’t have to do that on account of me, you can go - I’m not stopping you.”

“I want to spend time with you.” He simply said, “You had a busy week and we weren’t able to spend much time together, so I don’t mind not going with them, as long as I’m with you.”

You couldn’t suppress the smile on your lips as you said the password and the portrait door swung open,

“What did you do this time?”

He dramatically gasped, feigning offence as he placed a hand over his heart, “How could you accuse me of that! I’m just being a sweet, loving and caring boyfriend but you accuse me of doing something. How could you?”

“Really? Or you did something?” You laughed.

Fred teasingly shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, “You’re my girlfriend! You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I do!” You said between fits of laughter, “But, do you really expect me to believe that you would rather stay here with me than go get drinks with George and Lee?”

“Why?” He asked, “Is that so hard to believe?”

You shrugged, “Maybe. I mean, George is your brother and Lee is your best friend.”

“So?”

“So, it might be unusual if you pick your girlfriend over them?”

Fred cocked a brow, “You really see it that way?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Maybe?”

“Darling,” Fred cooed as the two of you sat down on the loveseat by the fireplace, “It’s not like that. May I remind you, that you were my best friend before you became my girlfriend. Besides, it’s not like there’s a schedule or anything. They’ll understand if I’d want to spend some time with you,”

“Oh, please take him with you!” George teasingly pleaded as he and Lee entered the common room.

“Please do Y/N.” Lee added with a small smile, “I can’t stand another minute of his whining of how much he’s missing you.”

Fred pouted, sticking his tongue out at the two of them, “I did not whine.”

George cocked a brow at him, “Oh really?”

“Snape just had to assign another bloody essay!” Lee imitated in an exaggerated high-pitched voice, “It’s been two days since Y/N and I last cuddled!”

At this point, George started to join in on the fun, “Look at that! They’re just working me poor baby to death. I want to give her kisses though, but she seems so into her work that she might not even notice me.”

The red hue that appeared on your boyfriend’s cheeks could’ve really competed with the color of his hair.

You smiled, gently pinching his cheek, “That’s adorable.”

“It’s not.” George deadpanned, “It’s disgusting.”

“And mortifying,” Lee added.

“And traumatic.”

“Okay.” Fred said, “Can you please leave us alone now?”

“Fine.” George said, “Like we want to witness your disgustingly cuteness.”

Once George and Lee headed up to their dorm, Fred started to say, “Now, where wer-” but he stopped abruptly as he saw you sleeping peacefully on his shoulder.

He couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips as he gently pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face.

Fred knew that this week exhausted you, so he let you take a nap. While he mentally planned out a little night out for just the two of you to help you relax.

He had managed to plan out everything in detail as soon as you woke up.

You yawned, stretching a bit to wake yourself up, “Sorry, I dozed off a bit. So, should we go get ready if we’re going to get drinks with our friends?”

“Actually, I was thinking that we can go get drinks with them some other time. Instead, we could just have a little night in.” Fred suggested, giving you a small smile.

You teasingly pressed a hand to his forehead, checking his temperature, “Are you okay Freddie? You don’t seem to be having a fever.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you, swatting your hand away, “I’m fine. I know that this week exhausted you and you would be able to relax if we stay here and have the little night in that I planned for us.”

“If this involves planting dungbombs in the Slytherin common room, I might just pass this once and get the drinks.”

“No. It doesn’t even involve getting off the couch.”

You pretended to give him a skeptical look, “Fine. But, make sure I don’t regret it, Weasley.”

He grinned like a toddler on Christmas Eve, “I promise.” Then, pressed a brief kiss to your lips before starting to head out of the room.

“Where’re you going?” You called after him, pouting.

“I’ll just get some supplies - I’ll be back in ten minutes so don’t worry your pretty little head.”

“Better be quick, Weasley.”

--

True to his word, Fred came waltzing back 10 minutes later, his arms filled with goodies, sweets, and what seemed like a small stack of dvds.

You stood up to help him before the stack came crashing down and made a big mess, “You sure that you need all of these?”

Obviously, he’s been excited about his “great” idea as he flashes a toothy grin, “Well, you can never have too much, right love?”

The reason caused you to laugh, “I don’t think anything is too much when it comes to you.”

“Not everything though.” He said, kissing your cheek as the love exploded in his eyes, “You’re enough for me.”

You started to feel a little shy under his gaze, “A bit cheesy. But, I’ll take it.”

--

You had to admit, Fred may be a spontaneous, loud, hyperactive toddler - but, there were times wherein he would transform into this loving, sweet, caring being of a gentleman (and a boyfriend).

And this moment was one of those times.

In a matter of minutes, Fred had already managed to drape a blanket over you - a bowl of popcorn sat next to you and the small table in front of you almost brimming with the treats and sweets as Fred worked on popping the rom-com dvd into the movie player (Merlin knows where he got it).

“Done!” He said triumphantly, dramatically dusting off his hands before settling next to you on the couch.

“I didn’t know you were a rom-com type of guy.” You teased, popping some popcorn into your mouth as the movie started playing.

“Please.” your boyfriend laughed, “I was basically a hopeless romantic the minute I laid eyes on you - lucky for me that you reciprocated my feelings for you.”

“You? A hopeless romantic?” You laughed, throwing some popcorn at his face.

Fred cheekily grinned, “Why? I was basically chasing you around like a little lovesick puppy.”

“You had a whole fangirl base that would basically throw themselves at your feet just to be your girlfriend. How can that make you a hopeless romantic?”

“Darling, anyone can put you in a room with thousands of veelas and I wouldn’t even look at any of them. You would be the one to catch my eye as the most gorgeous woman in the room. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you had a mix of Veela in your blood.”

You giggled, swatting his arm as you tried to hide the heat on your cheeks, “Cheeky prat.”

Your boyfriend started peppering kisses all over your face, one kiss to give emphasis to each word, “It’s. The. Truth. You. Are. The. Most. Gorgeous. Girl. In. The. Whole. Universe.”

“Are we going to watch a movie or you’re just going to keep kissing me?”

“Who says that we can’t do both?”

--

“Can we watch another one?” You requested, giving Fred your best puppy dog eyes and pout.

He chuckled, heart melting at the sight of you, “Of course love, same genre?”

You smiled, “Yes please. Unless you want to watch something else.”

Fred pressed a kiss to your forehead, caressing your cheek, “Anything to help my princess relax.”

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Hey Gabriella, could I ask a 🍾 [headcannon]

Fred Weasley is comforting the reader after someone was mean to them and made the reader insecure and sad? (hurt/comfort), please? Thank you 😊

(Just if you want to do it 😌)

Thank you so much for requesting this Jacky! 😊

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Headcannon: Fred comforting the Reader

First of all, Fred would swear to prank whoever who hurt you to death

Like the moment he's seeing your tears, he's already planning his revenge

But, his priority will always be you

So, he listens to you go on about what happened while you're sitting on his lap with a hand rubbing your back comfortingly

Once you're finished and the tears have been reduced to small hiccups - Fred'll pick you up bridal style and bring you to his dorm room

He'll then set you on the bed and bring you some of your favorite sweets

He'll also take his sweater and basically put it on you himself

After that, he'll put on your favorite movie, climb into bed next to you and cuddle you for as long as you want

Fred Weasley is literally the best boyfriend ever 🥺

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