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Darling and Cherry

Summary: Fred wanted the new girl's attention, George helps out a little.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x American!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking, kissing, maybe a cuss word or two?, fluff, reader is an American

Word Count: 1,592

A/n: Hi! This is my first fic so my head is going a mile a minute and my nerves are on edge, so please enjoy!

Fred didn’t know what to do, not when she wasn’t looking at him the way he wanted her to do. Most people referred to her as “The American” or “The New Girl” but he knew her name like it was carved in his heart. At this point, he wanted to be noticed by her so bad, but she was definitely a Gryffindor bold and strong and so fucking stubborn. She was his drug but she hardly even paid any attention to him at all, George had been bothering him about it for days when he figured it out.

“Common mate! It’s a party, drinking and having fun is the definition! It’s not like you to suddenly be a wallflower!” Lee was yelling over the music so that Fred could hear him.

Fred was shaken out of his thoughts, Lee pushed a drink in his hands, it was honestly probably firewhiskey. It was all they could really smuggle in the school without McGonagall suspecting anything. Fred sighed and took a quick drink from the cup in his hands, his hair cascading around his face blocking his view for a moment. That’s when she showed up right next to him leaning against the wall, he jumped a little out of surprise looking around and noticing that Lee had gone. But it wasn’t like you could hear anything, music was blaring and everyone was screaming Harry’s name after defeating his dragon for that “stupid egg” as Hermione called it. She was dressed in her old Ilvermorny clothes, to show her old school pride he guessed, but she looked so good her hair messy from dancing around, makeup just perfectly smudged, the button up was wrinkled and slightly untucked from her skirt, the stockings only ending right above her knees, and her skirt slightly slid up as she propped a foot against the wall when Fred was. Fred almost passed out; he didn't know if it was from the firewhiskey and the heat or the fact that she was finally paying some sort of attention to him.

“George is over there counting your money from your guy's little betting business, he want you to get your share,” she smiled before she lifted her cup to her lips.

“Right, I gotta ask though, how did you know I was Fred?”

“Intuition I guess, or the fact that your hair part is different, same as face shape, nose shape, and eye shape, but that would make me sound like a stalker now wouldn’t it?”

She smirked and he laughed and maybe blushed a little because she could tell which of them was Fred and which one was George.

“You should probably go get your cash, see ya later Cherry!”

That made Fred blush harder, he didn’t know if she called him that because of his hair or if she saw his blush. He sped through the crowd with a hand in the pockets of his trousers and the other gripping the cup trying to get to his brother to see if he had sent her over just to fuck with him.

“There’s our Romeo!” George yelled from one of the armchairs when he saw Fred heading his way.

“Shut it George, you sent her over didn’t you?”

“That I did Freddie, that I did,”

“Your a prick,”

“Oh please, if anything I’m helping you out, when you have a kid of your own you're gonna name em’ George after me ‘cause I was the one that got you two together,” George explained with a wide smile on his face.

“Like bloody hell I will,”

“Really? Oy, Y/n!” George called out to the crowd, she turned around looking for who called her name “over here, yeah you!” George yelled again.

She saw the two and smiled, she dogged her way through the crowd of hyped and drunk teenagers. She slid her way on the common room couch next to Fred, right next to Fred, he could feel himself going red in the face again. She turned her head toward Fred and giggled.

“Hi there again Cherry,”

George's face spread into a mischievous smirk Fred knew all too well, Fred quickly glared at his twin and turned back to her with a soft smile.

“Hey there darling,”

He didn't know if it was the heat of the room, lighting, or the alcohol but he swore he made her blush, and he wanted to do it a million times again. He assumed they were staring at each other's eyes for a while because George cleared his throat and got rid of that wonderful electricity between Fred and Y/n. Fred quickly turned his head towards George, slight agitation on his face but he pushed it down.

“So Freddie I wanted to ask you if it was alright for Y/n to help out with our betting next trial? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind though,”

Fred glared at his brother again, but then turned to her to see how she had reacted, and she was looking at him with a slight tilt of her head as if she wanted to know what he thought. Fred took a deep gulp, he was sure his Addam’s Apple was bobbing, he chugged the rest of his firewhiskey for that quick bit of confidence.

“Of course she can! I think she would be a wonderful addition to our little group,”

She blushed again, and boy did Fred revel in it, he had found a new favorite hobby. George smiled warmly this time, proud that his brother had found someone, George stood up and stretched his arms and looked at his blissed-out brother.

“Well Feddie I’m gonna go look for Angelina, how ‘bout you and ‘Merica there get to know each other more,”

Fred was hardly paying any attention to George, he was mostly focused on Y/n.

“Yeah, sure thing Georgie,”

“Bye George!” Y/n waved at him as he disappeared into the crowd.

Y/n leaned closer to Fred to reach into the pocket she had poorly sewn into the Ilvermorny skirt to pull out a flask. Fred watched her open it up and take a swig, she scrunched up her face as it burned down her throat then offered it to Fred.

“Whatcha go in there, love?”

“Just some no-maj drink, it’s alright if you don’t want any,”

“Darling I have no idea what no-maj means,”

“Right,” she giggled “it’s American wizard slang for muggle, it’s just a shortened way of saying ‘no magic’,”

“Mmm, cute,” Fred winked at her as he took the flask from her hands and took a drink.

It burned down his throat in a different way than most of the wizarding alcohol he’s had. He made a face and she laughed, he thought it was the most beautiful sound he’s heard.

“So what do you think of England so far?”

“Let’s just say it’s a bit of a culture shock,” she giggled her response a little nervously.

“How so?”

She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked up at him like he was the moon itself. His heart was fluttering faster than a golden snitch, and he guessed her’s was too because she looked away fast but kept her head on his shoulder like she didn’t want to lose contact.

“Well fries are called chips and chips are called crisps, candyfloss is apparently cotton candy, buses are weird, and things are actually a lot cheaper,” he sighed “there are a lot more things trust me, like the drivers side isn’t on the right, and I already knew most of this stuff but it’s still strange. Like who in hell calls soda a 'fizzy drink’! It makes no sense!”

Fred could listen to her rant all day, he smiled and handed back her flask. She took another drink and handed it back to Fred who did the same.

“So what’s your favorite thing so far?” He asked as the slight buzz of the alcohol started to hit him.

“Oh, the different wizarding stores, the culture, and all the beautiful space, back in America there was so many sceneries but sometimes they really aren’t all that interesting here it’s much more intricate and admirable, I love it,”

“You’ll love the Burrow then,”

“The what?”

“The Burrow, that’s where I live, it’s pretty big but it’s really beautiful during the summer, maybe you can come over sometime,”

She looked back up at him with a wide grin, he loved that smile so much. They cuddled close, the party was slowly dying down girls and boys going back to their dorms, the ones who snuck in left quietly through the painting doorway. The music changed to a calmer tone, some teenagers were passed out already, some couples were dancing to the music.

“I would like that a lot Fred,” she whispered against his neck.

“Then we’ll do that, this summer, I just know you’ll love it,”

He looked down at her and she looked up to him gripping his arm. Her breathing got heavier, he’s pretty sure his did too.

“Can I kiss you?” His question was a lovesick airy sigh.

“Please Fred,”

Their lips smashed together, it was heated at first then it became loving. Her body moved on his lap and his hands made their way to her back. Her hands slipped up to the back of his head, playing with his soft ginger hair. When they pulled apart they both laughed gently, and eventually, they both fell asleep in each other's arms on the common room couch.

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