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they were roommates - part nine (final)

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: hello :) this is the final chapter of they were roommates, and i am so happy that so many of you stuck with it and continued to support me throughout. it has taken a long time, so i can only apologise, but thank you everyone, you’ve been angels and i love you all <33333

words: 8,229

The sky was an unruly grey when Fred landed in the field, his mind too distracted to aim well enough, but still the burrow was in sight and the girl in his arms had a faint pulse. He would have run all the way from Romania if it meant there was a chance for her.

He sighed at the sight of a light on in the kitchen, too far away to make out who it was that moved around inside.

“Help!” He shouted, his voice raspy and raw. “Anyone! Help!”

A flash of long red hair sped past the window and opened the back door. Ginny gasped at the sight of her best friend sprawled across Fred’s two arms, her head bobbing with each slowing step he took closer.

“Oh god.” She whispered, seeing the crimson spreading over the ripped, white dress.

Her body didn’t kick into action until it truly hit her what had happened. The youngest Weasley cleared the way for her brother, watching intently as he kicked a clear path through the house.

George was on the sofa near the fire, his face illuminated yet showing little signs of life. Only the slow rise and fall of his chest settled Fred’s ever growing nerves.

“He’ll be fine, just needs to rest.” Ginny said with a low voice, rendered useless by the sight before her. “Is she-” “You need to help her.” Fred blurted out, kneeling at the girl’s side now that she was spread on the floor.

“What? I-I can’t Fred, you know-” “She’s been stabbed.” Ginny wondered whether he hadn’t heard her, whether her voice was too quiet. Because he set to work transfiguring the dining tablecloth into bandages and gauze.

“Who?” “That bastard Nott- now help me!” He was growing impatient, the immediate tasks running out as he realised he would need to step away from her very soon.

Ginny froze, tears welling up at the thought of her best friend in so much pain. Yet she looked so ethereal against the flames’ glow, in her beautiful dress. Nothing made sense.

“I need mum.” The girl told her brother.

“There isn’t enough time! Ginny, please.” The man was desperate. He couldn’t lose her, not because of this, not now.

“But I’ve never done anything like this, I wouldn’t know what to do without her!” She rambled, gulping down her sobs.

“Please.” Fred looked up with tear stained cheeks, the fear finally setting in. “I need her.”

Ginny nodded, taking careful steps towards her, and grabbed her wand tightly. She racked her brain for all the healing spells her mother had taught her, all of the times her brothers relied on her to heal their quidditch injuries before Molly would see them. It had to amount to something, she must have something that could help her friend.

“She needs you too.” Freddie whispered, only just heard above the intense roar of their fire. His hand rested on her shoulder lovingly, wanting to reassure the young witch all he could.

A small string of blue tied between Ginny’s wand and y/n’s body, her voice slow and gentle as she made sure her pronunciation was perfect. The girl’s chest rose as she got further through the chant, reaching higher and higher until it fell again.

The thud was jarring, making both Fred and his sister jump back slightly.

“Is she okay?” The man asked, reaching forward to feel for her pulse.

“I’m not sure,” Ginny gulped, frowning at the response that y/n had at her spell. “She shouldn’t have reacted to it at all.”

Fred turned his head, his fingers unmoving from the inside of her wrist. He needed to know that there was still a small sign of life behind this shell of a girl.

“What do you mean?”

As soon as the final syllable was uttered from the man, the girl’s body started shaking violently, uncontrollably. He tried to stop her, hold her down, anything to make it end. But she was having a bad reaction.

“Ginny! Stop it.”

The girl managed to whisper yet another spell to reign her in, the fitting ending, but the feeling of dread still very present in the warm room.

“She’s lost a lot of blood.” She explained. “Saw something like it when our seeker cracked his head open last year, she needs to go to a st.mungo's.”

“No. She won’t make it through another trip. Getting here took enough out of her.” Fred pleaded with his sister, adamant that she could save his love.

“Fine. Grab some medical supplies from mum’s cupboard. I’ll make a cut.” The redheaded girl held out her arm, fashioning a blade out of some scissors, and took a deep breath. Fred stopped her, alarm in his tone as he cried out.

“You can’t do it!” He snatched the scissors away from his sister. “You can’t help her if you’re unconscious. I’ll do it.”

He looked uneasy, his eyes switching between the blade that hovered over his own skin and the girl who laid with her eyes closed beside his resting brother. “Please Fred, I can’t have three unconscious bodies on my hands.” Ginny groaned, stuck with what to do.

“We don’t have a choice.”

The man took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was all worth it. All the fighting, the pain, the blade. All of it was worth it for the chance to be with her again.

“Oh god I can’t watch.” Ginny’s voice shook as she left the room, doing her best to ignore the way her brother winced every now and then. Instead she searched the burrow for supplies, piling them up in her arms to carry back.

When she returned, Fred had created a cut big enough to take the blood from. She set up a drip from the man, grimacing at the way the red liquid flowed slowly through the tube before her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re squeamish.” Fred chuckled lightly, sucking his teeth when the tube tugged at his fresh wound.

“It’s a little different from grazed knees.” She huffed, busying herself with healing charms and blood purifying spells.

“Though you did pop Ron’s shoulder back in place that one time.” The man was trying to distract himself from the situation.

He remembered the day so vividly. It was the summer before the twins’ last year at Hogwarts, not that they knew it, and everyone was enjoying a weekend without the parents. Hermione had been with them from the start, finally showing a little more interest in the people around her rather than her books.

She had been the smart one to refuse their quidditch game invitation, stating that it was too hot for any of them to be playing regardless. It was true, the sun had been shining down on them all week, but it was yet to stop them from flying round the surrounding fields.

Ginny was refereeing, giving points to Harry for doing absolutely fuck all, but none of them teased her too badly about it. Instead they teased Ron for squinting under the sun’s glare. One shout from Fred about it had caught him off guard, making their younger brother turn to face him, only to miss the flying bludger that knocked him clean off the broom.

The fall had been so bad that he hadn’t even cried out, just laid there with his eyes blinded by the sun in the sky above him. Of course they all rushed to his side, but Ginny had pushed them away, wasting no time with pleasantries and just pushed his shoulder into place once again. Like it was nothing.

Fred watched her work on y/n, realising why she hadn’t thrown herself into it the second they had arrived at the burrow. She meant too much to them, she was pure and perfect and undeserving of pain. Ginny knew that Ron would complain, but that ultimately he would survive the fall.

Here. She didn’t know. Neither of them did. And that fear lingered in the air as he had laid her down. Now she was just silent, moving carefully and checking her pulse every two minutes just to make sure.

After a few hours of Fred giving blood on and off, Ginny finally refused anymore from him, arguing that he would just end up passed out if he tried to give away even a single drop more.

“Y/n needs you awake.” She told her brother, finally taking a breath when she knew the girl was going to be okay after all.

“Thank you Gin… you were amazing.” He told her, sitting on the floor beside the sleeping girl, his back resting against the sofa were George snored lightly. His sister just nodded, washing her hands of the blood with a flick of her wand, doing all she could to relax herself now that it was over. “Hey,” George murmured from his slumber, waking slightly.

“You okay?” The young Weasley asked, leaning over him to feel his forehead.

“Come here lifesaver.” He grinned, grabbing his sister and trapping her against him until she agreed to just lay with him.

“Thanks mate.” Fred laughed, smiling up at the sight before fixing his gaze on the girl. He would never leave her again, this could never happen again.

After a while the pair behind him fell asleep, leaving him awake with his thoughts, none of them bright. But Fred did all he could to focus on her, on what was good in the world… on her.

Through a darkness that had plagued the girl’s mind ever since Crag hall, a sudden jolt of warmth encompassed her. The pain was still there, although much less prominent than she remembered, as she laid still.

It was mostly a blur. Images of Mr Nott’s memories lingered behind her eyes, flashing to the forefront whenever she tried to move. Was she even moving at all? All the girl could hear was the faint sound of clinking and hushed voices. None of which sounded like him, all she could hope was that wherever she was, Fred was safe.

When her eyes flicked open she was greeted with a ceiling, covered in beams, their wood reflecting small orange licks as the crackling of a fire filled her ears. She groaned, overwhelmed by the change of consciousness, suddenly hearing everything all at once.

The movement woke Fred, his arm slumped over her colder body protectively while they slept. He watched carefully, thinking that her open eyes were some sort of hopeful dream he was having. It was her quiet voice that broke his hazed spell.

“Freddie.”

The girl choked on her words, immediately groaning out as her stomach tensed and the wound pierced her once again. He sat up, quick to hold her close and begged some higher power to let him take her suffering.

“Everything okay?” She asked, after gulping down the glass of water that Fred had given her to coat her dry throat. All he could do was laugh. “What?” She asked, mirroring his smile with confusion.

“You’ve been laying like this for nearly two days, and that’s all you have to say.” He was in hysterics, finding the whole scene much more humorous than she.

“I don’t understand.” The girl frowned, moving to sit up… only to be met with the painful reminder of why she’d been passed out in the first place.

“Hey, be careful darling.” Fred held her still, waiting until the stinging passed by. She moved a little, testing her boundaries, before giving up and slumping against the man’s chest with a defeated sigh.

“Do you remember what happened y/n?” Fred asked, stroking her hair as she fixed her gaze on the fire before them. She could still hear the low voices in the background, most likely the rest of the family pottering in the kitchen.

“Is everyone-” She started, ignoring his previous question.

“They’re fine, George had a bump- but he’s back on his feet.” The girl nodded slowly, glad that she wasn’t the reason for any loss.

“Mr Nott- he… he -” “He stabbed you, darling… don’t you remember?” She did. If anything it was the only thing she knew to be true from that strange situation. It was his memories that seemed like a dream, like she had made it up just to see some humanity behind the cruelty.

“Uh- yes, I remember.” The girl was still wearing the white dress, most of it covered in dried up blood and tears. But Molly had covered her with a blanket when she’d seen her, scolding her children for not doing so before then. It was soft, and welcoming, it felt like home.

“I promise,” Fred leant his head on the top of hers, keeping his voice low. He wanted this moment to stay between them alone. “-that I will never let anything happen to you again, I should have never let you be alone.”

“It was an accident Freddie, there was no way anyone could have known.” She clung to his hand, hating that he blamed himself.

“That bastard- if I ever see him again, I’ll kill him.” Fred hissed, obviously distracted by the thought of Theo.

“Wasn’t he caught?” The girl asked.

“Got away before anyone could find him.” George’s voice greeted her like a well-deserved hug, but the bandages on his head froze her heart for a moment. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m all here.” He laughed wasily, knocking on the side of his head theatrically.

“If anything the fall knocked some sense into you.” Fred sneered, propping some more cushions up behind the girl so she could support herself a little better.

“Fred!” Molly shouted from the garden, her voice travelling through the open backdoor.

“I’ll be right back.” He told her, getting to his feet and nodding to his brother as he left the room. George would stay with her for now.

“Y’allright petal?” He asked, folding his arms as he stood over her.

“Gonna help me up?” She shrugged, rolling her eyes at how smug he looked.

“One moment, just taking in the few moments of superiority.” He teased, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Whatever makes you feel better- but as soon as I’m mobile, I’m taking you down.”

George chuckled and helped her up, stopping to let her catch her breath whenever the pain became too much. It was slow and clumsy, but it did the job and meant that the girl could enjoy the comfort of the Weasley’s sofa instead of the hard floor.

“Fred wouldn’t let anyone move you until you woke up.” He told her, letting her spread out her legs over his lap. “He was too scared we would make it worse.” The girl smiled at the man’s words, knowing that Freddie was just being overprotective.

“Has he told you about your parents yet?” George asked, making sure she was okay to stay upright by herself.

“They didn’t get away too, please say they didn’t.” Her face had dropped so quickly that the man beside her scrambled to reassure her with the truth.

“No, not at all. They were taken by aurors, Kingsley came himself to assess the scene.” “Minister Kingsley?” Her jaw dropped at the powerful wizard’s mention.

“He owes us a few favours, as a family.”

She just nodded, glad that the main threat had been dealt with.

But still, something was eating away at her.

“Where are the others?” She asked, her eyes watching the vague movement inside the kitchen.

“Dad isn’t back from work yet, Bill had to go too but he’ll no doubt stop by to make sure you’re still with us. It’s just Ron and Harry in there.”

“What about Ginny?” The grave look on the girl’s pale face didn’t go unnoticed.

“She’s fine… she’s sleeping right now.” George told her, a protective hand on her shoulder. “Hermione’s been watching her for a while.” Y/n just nodded.

“George… if I tell you something, will you promise not to mention it to Fred?”

“What? I-I mean… that really depends darling.” He sighed, knowing that if he could never truly promise that to her when it came to his brother.

“It’s about Mr Nott-” “Theo? What did he do to you?”

“Besides the big stab wound? Nothing really.” She laughed, that had been the only thing, hadn’t it?

“Sorry, go on.”

“Well, Mr- uh Theo. He sort of showed me some things- before he… he” The girl motioned to the hidden wound, struggling to find the right words to explain what she’d seen.

“What things?” George frowned, taking her hand in his. It had only just occurred to him that she’d been alone with the man for however long it had taken Fred to find her. Merlin knows what he could’ve submitted her to.

“I’m not keeping this from Fred for any bad reasons- I just don’t think he would understand.” She explained, playing with the ring George had started wearing on his pinky.

“But you need to tell someone, right?”

“Yeah. It’s just all a bit strange.”

So she, in hushed voices, told the man all that she had seen in Theo’s mind before he had lashed out at her. All the memories and the heartbreak of the dangerous man’s life that had plagued her mind when she whispered that fateful spell. The way he had crumbled under the pressure of his family’s reputation. All of it had driven him to this.

“How did you learn legilimency? I always presumed your parents taught you the basic stuff, you know, to keep you under control.” George asked, somewhat blindsided by all the information. He too began watching the back door in case Fred returned, finally understanding the girl’s need to keep it from his brother.

“I read up on it, one of the housemaids would let me test it on her in secret every now and then, but it took years of practice.” The woman had seen a lot in her time, yet most of her deepest secrets weren’t even hers to keep. So she had no qualms letting the young girl delve inside her mind. “Wow, I can imagine.” The man chuckled to himself lightly.

“I know I should hate him,” Y/n started, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Theo, that is. But I can’t help but feel sorry for him.”

“Darling, he nearly killed you. If it wasn’t for Ginny t-then we would have lost you.” He held her chin, turning it so she would look him in the eyes. His tears were small, but she saw them all the same.

“And I cannot be more grateful that he didn’t succeed. But I think there’s more to him- more to his pain. No one in their right mind would kidnap a bride.” Her argument was pretty solid, even George couldn’t ignore that.

The man sighed, leaning back, but still holding her hand close to him.

“Maybe you’re right.” He mused, eyes on the ceiling.

“He’s hurting. And he needs someone to tell him he’s worth his own life.”

“Fred would hate that. He wants to kill the man.” George scoffed, eyeing his brother’s ginger hair as it flashed by the kitchen window.

“That’s why I can never tell him… he wouldn’t see my thought process.”

“Yep. Keep this one to yourself darling, our secret.” The man winked, getting up when Fred came back into the living room.

He grinned at them both, digging both hands into his jeans pockets.

“So… what have you two been chatting about?” He asked, glad to see his girlfriend had her perfect smile back.

“Cats.”

“Dogs.” They both said in unison, a look of shock overcoming them when they realised how in tune they both were.

“Huh?” Fred frowned, carefully watching them both.

“We were thinking of getting a pet. I want a cat, y/n wants a dog.” George quickly came up with, giving himself a mental pat on the back for it.

“Looks like you’re the deciding vote Freddie.” The girl giggled.

Fred shrugged nonchalantly.

“Why not both?” He smirked and walked off to the kitchen to grab them all something to eat.

“Oh thanks a lot.” George complained.

“You’re the one who actually said we were gonna get one.” “Yeah well now we have both.” The man whined.

The both of them bickered over their problem for another hour or so until Ginny came down to break up the pet party. She hogged the girl for the rest of the night, refusing to move from beside her, even growling at Fred when he came too near.

“She was always like this.” Molly laughed quietly, watching the two girls as they slept in each other's arms on the sofa. Arthur was at her side, his head leant on hers as they looked at the scene before them.

The twins were passed out on the floor, Hermione slumped by the fire at their feet. But best of all, Harry and Ron were on the other sofa, them too in each other’s arms in oblivious bliss.

“Shall I dig out that muggle camera darling?” Arthur asked eagerly.

“I think so. It’s best they remember the better things amongst the darkness eh?”

The shop was empty now, and not having been open for the past couple of days hadn’t stopped people from visiting each morning just in case. But after the third day, both twins decided that they couldn’t afford to put it off much longer.

“Now are you sure you’ll be okay?” Ginny frowned at her best friend who was wearing a borrowed outfit of Hermione’s. The redhead knew she recognised the jeans from somewhere, but was struggling to place it all together in her head.

Y/n just nodded, yet again assuring the youngest Weasley that she could make the quick floo trip back to the loft.

“As much as I would love to stay, I fear that I will become part sofa if you force me to spend much longer on it.” The girl teased, throwing what little belongings she had been brought into a backpack and throwing it over her shoulder.

“But what if it makes your cut worse? The magic could tear open your side!” She tried to tell her, following her as she made her way slowly down the burrow’s stairs.

“Then you can come save me again Ginny.” The girl smiled, taking a small breather on the last landing before setting off again.

Fred and George stood in the kitchen, patiently awaiting her arrival while also fighting over the last piece of toast. Molly just rolled her eyes at the sons, knowing that trying to defuse them would only turn their attention onto her. But she lit up at the sight of y/n on her feet.

“Oh boys! Don’t just stand there, help her won’t you!” She cried out, seeing the way the girl gripped onto passing furniture for balance.

“Already tried to-” George started, crossing his arms and watching her.

“She won’t let us help her at all.” Fred explained, proud that she was getting better, even if he did just want to carry her home. It would put his mind at ease at least.

“I need to build some strength as it is, but thank you Mrs Weasley.” Y/n spoke when she reached the small group, her voice slightly raspy as she caught her breath again.

“Nonsense dear, we needed you here to keep you safe.” She wrapped a loving arm around the girl, proudly gazing over the two sons who had been the reason she was in their family at all. “Wouldn’t have had it any other way.” She whispered, giving her one last hug before letting her hobble over to the fireplace with the twins.

“Ready?” Fred asked.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed home.” She smiled up at him, taking floo powder in one hand and his in the other. The boys were her home, that was obvious from the start.

“I told you, Freddie, I don’t need anything.” The man had been showering her with gifts all day, with the idea that it would keep her in bed until she was strong enough to walk around on her own. But he had already found her around the loft on three separate occasions, and each time he had marched her right back to bed with a small lecture about her health.

Now he stood in the doorway to their bedroom with a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers, the grin on his face the best gift of all.

“I just want to make you feel better, I hate leaving you up here all day.” He whined, pulling back the covers and slipping inside with her. He smelt like the little fireworks that were always whizzing around the shop when she nuzzled her face against his side.

“I wish I didn’t have to work, but it’s surprisingly hard work with just the two of us again.” He carried on, opening the bottle and taking a long gulp.

“See, I do more than you think.”

“Keep it up and you’ll be promoted to chief asskicker.” He sniggered, pouting when she snatched the alcohol from him for herself.

“Just you wait. As soon as I can make it down to the shop, I’ll be wearing my heaviest shoes for that job.” She winked, settling against him with a happy sigh.

Now it was bliss. No more problems, her parents were well out of the picture now that they’d been arrested by aurors with the men who had held her hostage. And as much as Fred complained about his whereabouts, the girl had an inkling that she needn’t worry about Theodore Nott coming to cause more chaos.

She had Fred. She had George. She had her own family, her own home. The girl had all she had longed for while living under her parents’ fucked up rules. Back then she didn’t know better, but now it was so much more different.

Now she could enjoy things without feeling guilty, and she could smile and really mean it.

The first day that y/n seemed her normal self again was a joyous one. The summer heat was hitting them all inside the stuffy shop, and hoards of kids just kept coming in now that they were on holiday. But the sight of her face when she bounded down the stairs behind them was a breath of fresh air to the two men.

The girl was wearing the white dress she’d worn on her date to Bill, styled down with her light cardigan and some sandals. It was almost recognisable to her boyfriend, who had been filled with jealousy knowing that the beautiful dress had been for someone else.

Now. It filled him with something else, that he felt guilty to admit… even to himself.

“Morning you two.” She beamed, slumping an arm over both of their shoulders.

“You seem happy?” Fred smirked, eyeing her up and down.

“Oi, eyes up here.” She teased, her attention falling on him when George left to serve a customer.

“I like this.” He spoke lowly, his head dipping down to her ear as his fingers played with the frilled skirt. Fred didn’t try to defend the way he stared.

The girl blushed beneath his gaze, feeling how badly he wanted her just by the way he stood beside her in silence. The usually chatty man was stunned to silence by the amount of dirty thoughts running through his mind, glaring down any cocky teenager who lingered around her for too long.

Since the incident he had been too scared to push her, constantly worried that he would only hurt her more if they took things too far. The girl’s whines about it hadn’t made things easier for him either.

But now she was fine… and he had waited far too long to ignore the growing desires that were currently travelling south.

Y/n saw Fred disappear to her old bedroom, the twins’ now office, as she rang up another customer’s basket. She had to admit, it felt good to have an affect on him after he had insisted on babying her all this time.

“Is he still in there?” George asked at the end of the day, nodding his head over to the small office, it’s light poking through the closed blinds on the door.

“Ever since this morning,” She still smiled, despite the other twins' confusion.

“What do you know?” He frowned to her, stealing the broom from between her hands so she couldn’t have an excuse to avoid him.

“Oh. Nothing.” She said, her smirk still plastered across her smug face.

“Spill it.” He hissed, following her as she tidied up some stray shelves.

“I’m not sure you would want to know.” The girl teased, tossing a gaze over her shoulder.

“You minx!” George squealed, the sound a stark contrast to his usually intimidating size.

“What?” “Has he been wanking in there?” His voice was low, but he looked like he’d hit the jackpot.

“Ew! I hope not…” She trailed out, surprised that she’d spoken her thoughts aloud so easily.

George pushed the broom against her chest, letting it fall as he began walking away.

“What?” She called after him.

“Please! For the love of merlin… don’t be longer than an hour.” George huffed, having quickly deduced the reason for his brother’s absence.

“Where are you going?” The girl laughed, the man always was one for theatrics.

“Anywhere but here,” He turned and gave her one last look. “Now don’t waste that time.” He grimaced at his own words but left with a crack of his wand, disappearing into thin air.

The girl did as she was told and threw the broom back into it’s cupboard, getting rid of the cardigan she’d worn over her dress so that Fred could get a better look at her.

She knocked on the office door, doing her best to hide her smile when Fred called out.

“Yes?”

“Mr Weasley?” She poked her head round the door innocently, batting her eyelashes at the man. “I believe I’m your five o’clock appointment.” Her voice was thick and drawled out, like honey.

He smirked at her little act, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and loosening his tie now that they were finally alone.

“Hope I haven’t filled up your evening.” He asked, watching her whole body as she stalked around the dimly lit room, stopping to run her fingers over some books he’d put on display.

“Not yet you haven’t.” She spoke quietly to herself, turning back to the man with her tongue running over her lips.

The girl couldn’t help but drool over the sight of him, his broad shoulders stretched against his white shirt, his top buttons forgotten in the heat and his hair pushed back by his long fingers. She had missed those fingers.

“Are you busy?” She asked, slowly making her way closer to him.

“Swamped.” He lied, eyes fixated on her golden legs as they neared.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Mmmm plenty.” He moaned lightly when she placed her hands somewhat forcefully on his tense shoulders, her little breaths flowing onto his neck as she got closer.

“Then let me help you… sir.” He groaned out, unable to stop the way his body reacted to her calling him that. Her smile was almost audible as she spoke, watching his every move as she tortured him slowly. “You’ve been hiding from me, haven’t you?”

“Maybe… but I had my reasons.”

The man lifted his head up, leaning further back into the chair and letting her sit on the desk in front of him. She crossed her legs teasingly, clenching her thighs as his eyes roamed over her.

“What reasons then?” Her eyes were like a predator’s, looking at him like she would eat him up in one bite.

“Well… for starters you-”

“Me?” she fake gasped.

“Yes, you.”

“Whatever could I have done to make you hide away all day.”

His face went dark, a large hand reaching out onto one of the girl’s thighs. She gasped for real this time, biting down on her lip to suppress it as best she could. But he was out for blood tonight, running his fingers further up until she held her breath. Then he dug his nails in, making her wince, just to push her legs apart before him with a satisfied sigh from both of them.

As he spoke, his fingers toyed with her panties, running the pads of each digit over the material and watching her struggle to listen to him.

“I had no choice but to come in here… especially once I saw you.” He started explaining, his teasing slow. “Being around you, in that dress, with so many people watching. It was dangerous.”

Her breathing was getting quicker as he played around with the fabric of her thong, pulling at it every now and then to see the way she writhed under his touch.

“The things I’ve been picturing in my head all day… they’re filthy darling.” He hissed, barely moving from his seat as he gazed up at her desperate eyes. “That dress does things for me, and it was getting hard to be around you with such a hard-on.” Fred said bluntly, not caring to dance around the subject.

“Do you want to know those things y/n?” He asked, pushing the chair away with a screech as he stood to face her head on, still gripping the material that pressed against her dripping cunt.

“Yes.” She breathed out, her chest rising with each movement he made. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Again.” “Yes… sir.” “Good girl.” He cooed, ripping her thong with one harsh tug.

The moan she let out was beautiful to hear, amazed that he was willing to do anything to have her for himself. She loved this side of Fred, the side that let go and gave her his all. The one that fucked her until she limped around the loft all day afterwards.

The man’s finger toyed at her entrance, feeling the wetness that had pooled just at his explicit words. It was about to get even wetter, he thought.

“I wanted to lift that pretty little skirt up, right there behind the counter-” She was already whimpering beneath him. “-where anyone could walk by and catch us. I wanted to bend you over and push my cock deep inside your pussy… until you could taste it.” She whined aloud, crumbling beneath his touch as he delved that one finger deep inside her.

It was bitter sweet, such a sense of relief at finally feeling him inside her again, but she craved more of him… all of him.

“Please s-sir.” The girl begged, locking eyes with him as he smirked down at her.

“You want more, baby?” He asked, and she nodded impatiently. “How badly?”

“I’ve been dreaming of you… I-I was getting really desperate.”

“You’ve been a good girl, waiting this long, I suppose you deserve a treat.” He grinned again, revelling as she widened her eyes when he dropped to his knees, both of his hands prizing her thighs apart with great force.

“Freddie?” She asked, gulping at the kisses he placed up her legs. But the man gave her no response. “Sir?”

Instead he let his tongue run along her slit, pushing deeper when she physically jolted at the contact.

“Hmm?” He hummed, sending a ripple of vibrations through her… the moans she made were to die for.

“It’s s-so… so.”

“So what?” He asked, pulling his head away for less than a second before he dived back in, entranced by the taste of her dripping core. His constant groans of pleasure made it clear that he wasn’t giving it up until she’d come at least three times.

“Ah!” She cried out, pulling on his hair to find some balance. The man just groaned deeper, pushing her closer and closer to her edge. “It’s so good!” Her head was thrown back in carnal desire, her tits pressed to the sky as she arched her back.

Fred’s deep eyes gazed up, beyond pleased with the sight before him.

“You taste divine.” He didn’t let up on the pleasure, pushing two fingers inside her pussy as his tongue continued to lap up the juices that threatened to fall from between her thighs.

The girl screamed as her core tightened up into a bundle of nerves, fit to burst. Her fingers gripped tighter on the man’s hair, pushing him closer into her cunt as she uncontrollably thrust herself against him, chasing her high.

He could have cum right on the spot when he felt the wave against his face, her screams enough to tell him that she had never felt this good before. But he had many more plans for her, most of them needing him to be rock hard, so he did all he could to hold back.

The juices dripped from his chin as he looked up at her, slumped against the desk in blissful defeat.

“You’re not done.” He growled, grabbing her body and pulling against his own. She melted beneath his touch, already climbing the high again just as he kissed her neck, leaving little bites behind as he replayed the squirts of her pussy in his mind.

“I want it sir.” The girl begged, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“I bet you do.” He drawled, his voice thick and hypnotic.

“P-please,”

Fred leant back, letting go of her and smirking when she whined out. He watched her intently as he undid his trousers, taking his time on the belt so she would be even less patient with him. He wanted her wound up for him.

The man’s cock was huge, that she already knew, but somehow it still made her gasp on sight. Just the idea that in a few moments he would be sliding it deep inside her made the girl pant out in desire.

Fred just smirked, holding his girth in one large hand. The tip slid against her folds, dragging across where she whined out for him to plunge into. But he wanted her to go crazy for it.

The girl wasn’t far off it, her legs desperately wrapping round his body in an attempt to drag him closer, but the man was much stronger than she. He chuckled lowly.

“Talk to me… if you really want it.”

“You know I want it.” Y/n moaned out, throwing her head back as he poked the tip against her one more time, pressing further inside just to stretch her, only to take it all away again.

He leant across the desk, taking her head in his hands, and brought the girl up to face him. Her body pressed against his half open shirt, skin crawling as she longed for him to pound into her like he had done before she’d been hurt. It felt like years since then.

Fred pressed kisses onto her neck again, trailing up to her ear, just for him to whisper seductively.

“Who do you belong to?” “You… freddie.” Then she smiled sweetly, meeting eyes with the man who held her at his will.

That smile fell as soon as he pushed his cock all the way inside her, the tension building within her finally releasing now that she had what she wanted.

“Good answer,” He groaned out, making sure she felt him right up to the hilt before he began relentlessly thrusting in and out.

The sounds were loud, and filthy, and drove the pair mad as they moaned out for each other. Y/n gripped onto him, needing to be held down as she writhed beneath the man.

Fred was chasing even more as he fucked her, desperate to make her clench over and over just to feel the restricting tightness of her pussy. It was insatiable.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” He asked her, his pace unstoppable as he held her shoulders down, flexing his arms deliciously in the process.

The girl just nodded up at him, her eyes still as innocent as ever.

“Then turn around… on your knees.” He held a hand to her throat, almost inspecting the hickeys strewn across her skin.

She obliged, giving up the full feeling for only a few moments before Fred settled himself behind her, lining up his cock and gaining an ever deeper thrust now that she was bent over for him.

“Good girl.” He groaned out between moans, struggling to hold on at this angle. The girl was just so fucking tight.

“Freddie, I-I’m gonna cum!” She screamed out, her fingers gripping at the desk’s edge as it shook beneath them. Fred saw it as a challenge, if he were to break that table just from the sheer act of fucking his girlfriend on it, that would be his life fulfilled.

It took a few harsh smacks to the girl’s ass to get her even tighter, tight enough that Fred was growling out and pushing to his absolute limit within her. The girl screamed, no doubt loud enough that even people in the leaky would be concerned.

But the man just grinned, seeing it as a perfect accomplishment as he bottomed out with a deep groan, his cum spurting inside her pussy and squeezing out when he slowed to a stop.

He had all but forgotten the challenge to break the desk until he lifted the girl off it to sit in his lap, and it groaned before them. She looked at him with wide eyes, scared that he would be mad when it seemed to slope to one side, but Fred was already chuckling to himself.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled.

“Never, ever apologise… that w-was… oh fuck.” He leaned his head all the back off the chair, rubbing her thighs mindlessly. He was beyond dazed.

That was it. His life couldn’t get much better.

The sun shone down over the sand, warming everyone’s skin as they touched it. It had been a last minute decision to go, one sunny friday afternoon. The boys had closed up the shop early, urging the girl to pack a bag for the cove.

Ginny and Harry had dropped everything to join them, telling Hermione that she needed a break just this once. No one did figure out how Ron knew they were there, playing by the water like a big family, he had just turned up unannounced with a few crates of beer.

The group had shared a guilty look when they realised the youngest brother had been forgotten amongst their spontaneous excitement, Hermione most of all, who expected to never hear the end of it from her needy fiance.

But maybe it was the good weather that made him forget it after a moment, quick to charm the beers so they kept cool throughout the afternoon.

The sun had begun to set, the water glistening in it’s last few moments of light, the two couples playing in the water together like the kids they had never been.

Freddie propped himself up against a tree trunk, stroking y/n’s hair as she splayed it out across his lap, her face pointing up to the leaves above. Her book had been long forgotten, the idea of a nap amongst the soft background noise much more appealing.

The man looked over at George, who was of course drunk and half-asleep on the sand, sporting a sunburn in the shape of his sunglasses. He was mumbling to himself, something about quidditch and food, and of course all the girls he’d dated back at Hogwarts.

The girl in Fred’s lap stirred, facing him with a sleepy squint.

“You alright?” He asked, his fingers toying around with the t-shirt she wore.

“Of course.” The faint sound of Ginny falling into the cove’s water echoed around them.

It was truly something special, having the people they loved in their own little haven. On the little jetty sat Bill and Fleur, a girl he had met a couple days prior. Y/n had insisted that he bring her, telling the man that any woman would appreciate such a gracious invite.

Turns out, Bill not beating around the bush with her had paid off, and they sat together with joined hands, watching the sunset in their little bubble.

“He’s happy with her.” Y/n told her boyfriend, smiling at them.

“I’m glad, he deserves it.”

Fred looked down, seeing her eyes shine back up at him. He had fought for her all this time, and it would never fail to amaze him just how lucky he was to even get that chance. He had her, that was all that would ever matter.

“Never leave me.” He smiled, cupping her face with his hands.

“You could never make me go.”

“He did, they did.” The man dropped at the memory, sick of his mind telling him how he could have prevented him.

“Theo Nott will never hurt me again, I promise that.” She smiled, holding him close.

“How can you now, for sure? Aren’t you worried about him… coming back for you?”

“Something tells me he’s off somewhere, entertaining other options.”

Those words of hers hadn’t made much sense to Fred, but then again why would it, Y/n had vowed never to show him the letter. He would never understand the way she did, but she didn’t need him to.

Dear y/n,

I hope that this reaches you before anyone else finds it, as I believe that it would be burnt on arrival. Not that I should blame whomever would do so, I cannot imagine you are thrilled to be hearing from me at all.

But I needed to tell you this, I wanted you to know that you were right. I tried for months to hate you, to damn your name for going into my mind and seeing the past, but the hate got me nowhere. I was a mildly troubled teenager and I let myself spiral into a damaged man, however, I hope you will be pleased to learn that I am doing all I can to reform myself.

I hope that from looking into my mind you will somewhat understand my pain, and know that it is not something I can fix at the drop of a hat. So I moved away from anything that reminded me of her, of who I was, of the man that I never wanted to be.

Now I’m living in Italy, alone, doing my best to enjoy life just one day at a time. I am blessed to have such a chance to do so. But I can thank only you for that.

You told me to find someone who loves me, and I remembered your words ever since I left you there. I had an insider keep tracks on you for a while, purely to make sure you are okay.

I would have never forgiven myself if you had not survived, but even now I have difficulty looking in the mirror at myself knowing what I did to you. I try not to dwell on what I may have done if things had gone my way.

Words will never express how sorry I am, but I promise you I will never grace you or any of your family with my presence again. That is all I can do to hope that you live without fear.

I have someone here for me, a woman whom I am beginning to fall in love with, so I presume I will unlikely leave this country again unless she is at my side. I assure you she is already making me a better man than I ever could have done alone.

But you are truly to thank.

So, thank you… and forever sorry.

Theodore Nott

The girl’s eyes were so bright as she smiled, and Freddie melted beneath it… her angel smile. She was more than he could have asked for. He was her rock, the man who had helped her live a free life.

As the sun disappeared behind the surrounding forest, the small group in the water waded out onto the sand, collapsing in defeat and chatting quietly. George woke from his sleep, a miracle quite honestly, and stumbled over to them to light a fire with his wand.

The shrieks were enough to alert Bill and Fleur, only for a brief second, as the other twin narrowly missed lighting Harry’s hair on fire. He mumbled an apology, his grin just as wide as ever, and slumped down in between them.

Y/n snuggled into Fred’s side, watching them all smile and drink together. They were her family, he was her family. She had never realised how much she needed family until she met them, now she understood just how important they all were to her.

The twins had been her saviours when she had nowhere else to go, and she would be forever grateful. The girl thought over Theo’s words, glad that he had found solace within himself just as she had with Fred.

They were roommates, but now they were so much more.

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citydreamgrls · 3 years

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i would first like to apologise for how long i’ve been not posting, this last chapter of they were roommates has been the hardest for me to write by a mile!!

but it is finally done and i will be posting it in the next 10-15 mins or so

i would like to say a quick thank you to preface what i will mention on the final chapter itself, but basically this fic has taken it out of me but seeing everyones reaction and support has been the one thing pushing me to keep going

if anyone would ever like to reach out and chat, or just rant about anything, you are always welcome to do so. equally if you have fics you have written or just something to recommend, then please let me know.

i love reading new stuff !!

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thinking about uploading some future (longer) fics onto ao3, as well as on here. as i know some people prefer to read fics with more chapters on there, as the format for it can be easier than finding individual posts on here ?

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promise you all that i am working on the ninth (and final) instalment of they were roommates, it’s taking a while because- as usual - i’m being picky about it

what i will say is that i will be adding smut to it, as i’ve seen more people asking for it, but it will be kinda nice and hopefully not hard to read

i hope :)))

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they were roommates- part eight

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

an: hi, first off i want to say ty for 1k followers i am GOBSMACKED. secondly, this was supposed to be the final part to this series :( but honestly I felt like i didn’t want to carry on this part when i had much more intended for another part, so there will be a part 9 to this series and that WILL be the final part. thank you everyone for being amazing, as always <333

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Visions of the cove came back to Fred as he slept, flashes of gentle waters turning into threatening waves. He tossed his body around for most of the night, struggling to understand what the missing piece was in his half-drunken slumber.

Then the screams had sounded within his nightmare, the sight of the beloved girl sinking into the sand as he found himself bound up on the private beach, unable to reach out and save her. All he could do was shout out for her until his throat ran dry.

“Y/n…” He mumbled as he woke, fearing that the unruly dream had become reality when he looked over to her side of the bed. Empty.

Maybe she was in the kitchen, or maybe she had slept in her room. There were a number of explanations for why she wasn’t beside him that very second, but the man couldn’t help but fear for the worst when he saw the untouched pillow.

“George!” He shouted, the noise echoing throughout the loft. His brother emerged from the hallway as he raced down the stairs with panic.

“What is it- hey! What’s wrong?” “Where’s y/n?” He asked shakily.

“Haven’t seen her, I thought she was sleeping with you?” “She’s not here,” Fred began to pace the living room, worrying about her absence above anything else.

“Then check downstairs she’s probably getting dressed.” As much as George knew he should be concerned about it all, he hated to jump to conclusions- especially when they hadn’t explored every possible reason for her being gone.

The twins wasted no time rushing down to the shop, the alley outside still quiet in the early morning. Fred pushed her door open, staring down at the room before him with a silent cry. George was close behind, quick to catch the other man’s body before it hit the ground.

“Hey - come on, she might have just popped out.” He tried to reason, but even his heart told him differently.

“I can tell, okay… it feels like that night all over again.” “It won’t be, I promise you Freddie- what the hell is that noise?” George’s attention was taken by a faint shout sounding out in the alley, one that they could only hear by the girl’s bedroom window. Fred didn’t seem bothered, presuming that his brother was just trying to distract him from the harsh reality that y/n was gone.

“D-Do you think it was those guys?” He asked from the doorway, his back propped against the wall.

“It sounds like someone’s out there…” George ignored.

“Georgie! I asked you someth-” “Shhh- It sounds like… no... “ “What? I can’t hear anything” “Come on.” The man moved away quickly, leaving Freddie to scramble to his feet alone and chase him through the shop.

“What the hell are you doing, we need to find y/n!” He hissed out, following as George burst out of the front door, the small jingle behind them seeming like an understatement. He followed the noise through the alley like a dog, forgetting that he was only in pyjamas. “You don’t even have shoes on!” The other man tried to tell him, but there was no use.

But the closer they got, the louder the shouts became, and even Fred couldn’t deny it any longer. It was desperate, but subdued, like whoever was crying for help had been doing so for hours now. It was a painful sound when they reached where the person was, both men stopping at the entrance of the particular street to take in the strange sight before them.

“Neville?” Both twins asked, quaintly reminiscent of the way they had spoken his name in unison back when they all went to Hogwarts together. This time, however, was slightly different. This time Neville Longbottom was tied up and gagged, left with bruises all over his face.

“Oh god, what the hell happened to you?” Fred rushed forwards, pulling the strip of fabric from his mouth and untying his hands as he told them.

“She’s gone,” Neville cried, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry, I tried to stop him, but h-he had a knife, and he knew where Hannah was. I couldn’t warn y/n in time, he’d already taken her by then.”

“Taken! Taken where?” The man urged, pulling his friend to his feet once the restraints were gone.

“I don’t know- he knocked me out once he had her.”

“Well what did he look like- did he mention anyone else? Was it those guys who broke in here?” Fred couldn’t stop asking him questions, constantly thinking up something else that he might need to know about the missing girl’s assailant.

“Hey, give him some space freddie.” George held his brother’s shoulder, seeing how scarily focused his eyes had become. “Why don’t we get Nev back to the inn, then we can all decide what to do.” The man nodded silently, standing aside to let his twin take Neville’s arm and help limp him through the alley and towards the leaky cauldron.

He was too beaten up to help, but they could get the other’s, they needed others. Whoever had taken y/n meant business, so Fred knew that in order to get her back alive, he would need as many people on his side.

“I’ll catch up with you guys!” He called, taking a different route through the streets and ending up back at the loft. He grabbed some clothes and a jacket and made haste to the floo line, taking a single clarifying breath before he announced where he wanted to go.

“The burrow!”

Molly Weasley was nursing a hangover in her kitchen, enjoying the peaceful morning and the sun which beamed onto her skin through an open window. Arthur was in his armchair, skimming over the business section of that day’s prophet and cursing the way that Ginny stomped around in her room above him, making him restart the paragraph numerous times.

The girl in question sloped down to her mother, a scowl on her face when she saw a list of chores written on the chalkboard. Ones that she was no doubt expected to do, regardless of the fact that she would be leaving that afternoon.

“Drink this Ginny darling, you’ll feel much better.” Molly held out a beaker to her daughter, filled with some strange blue liquid. It looked like a hangover cure and certainly smelt like one too, but when Ginny tasted the drink, it was hard to hide her disgust. So she held her breath and chugged it down fast, hoping the other two glasses that sat on the counter weren’t also for her.

“See to it that Harry and Ron take them too will you, they’re still asleep I presume?” Molly questioned.

“Nope, both headed out for a fly early this morning, probably stopped by the lake to watch the sunrise, like the pair of pansies they are.” She scoffed, biting back the urge to hurl at the blue liquid’s aftertaste.

“Well then they’ll be fine without these!”

“If I had to suffer through it then so should they.” Ginny argued, seeing a small wince on her mother's face when she slightly raised her voice. “Sorry, I’ll make sure they take it, okay?”

The older woman nodded, mumbling something about laundry before heading off to the garden. Ginny was about to make some coffee, the one thing she praised Hermione for teaching her about, when there was a flash from the family’s floo line, followed by a concoction of panicked shouts.

“What - what is it?” She asked, careering into the hallway to see Fred steaming through the house in search of familiar faces.

“Ginny!” He looked relieved to see her, something that was out of the ordinary for the man. “Where is everyone?” His eyes were wild, scanning around her like he was expecting a ghost to jump him.

“Dad’s in the living room, mum’s outside- hey what’s going on?” She followed him as he went in search of his parent’s, Arthur looked up from his paper when his son walked in.

“Hello Fred my boy, how come you’re here?” The man checked his watch with a frown, only noticing Freddie now that he had shown himself. Arthur had perfected the art of blocking out loud noises in his own home, given the amount of children he had, it was something he had no choice over.

“I need everyone at the leaky cauldron … now!” He announced, pacing about to try and find the rest.

“Tell us what’s going on.” Ginny grabbed his shoulders, pushing him onto the nearby sofa with a grunt. The girl always was stronger than she looked.

“It’s y/n, she’s been taken.” “She’s been WHAT!” Molly screeched, having only heard the end of their exchange as she came back into the burrow with a pile of clean clothes in hand. They fell to the floor in shock.

“Mum! You and dad go to the leaky, Fred will explain more-” Ginny started, seeing that no one in the room was in a right state of mind. “-I’ll go get the boys from the lake.” The two parents nodded, gathering their jackets and heading to the floo.

“I need to get Bill, will he be at work already?” Fred asked his sister.

“He should just be getting in now.” She told him, not wasting a single second before grabbing her broom to fetch Ron and Harry from their lake. “Now GO!”

Fred jumped into action, apparating back to diagon alley and weaving through the hoards of people walking into their bank to start their day. He managed to get into the first open lift, looking very out of place amongst the group of serious businessmen.

“Bill!” He didn’t dare knock on the door to his brother’s office, instead opted that forcing his way inside would express the severity a bit better instead. The man inside jumped at the intrusion, knocking the cup of coffee all over his desk in momentary shock.

“What the hell Fred, what are you doing here?” He frowned, mopping up the mess with silent curses.

“We need to go now, y/n’s been taken… Neville tried to stop it but the guys had a knife.” It took no more than that to get Bill to his feet, following his younger brother silently as he explained more on their way back down to the alley.

“Does anyone know where she could be?” He asked.

“Not for certain, but I have some ideas.” Fred huffed, out of breath from all the running he had done that morning. Still, he kept a fast pace to make it to the leaky before anything worse happened.

The inn was quiet, barely anyone around at that hour of the morning. Everyone was gathered inside, gathering as much information as they could from Hannah and Neville as they waited for Fred to return with his older brother.

“Are we all here?” George asked, letting everyone take a seat before speaking directly to the small ground of their friends and family. “Good. Now Neville was the only one to see the guy who took y/n, he was tall, hooded and held a knife up to his throat.”

Neville sat in Hannah’s arms, obviously still shaken up from being left out in the cold all night. His wife nodded along to George’s words with empty eyes, trying to rack her brain for anyone who took a strange liking to the girl when she still worked for them. Then again, that was the majority of men who came in, it would take months to whittle it down.

“Once he had y/n, the man knocked him out- so that’s all we know. Whoever he was he didn’t want anyone else knowing about it till morning, that’s why he tied Neville up.” Everyone was silent, unsure if they knew anything at all that could help. Still, they wanted to be there to do something to save the girl.

“Has y/n said anything recently that would suggest she was being followed, or did you notice her acting strange?” Arthur spoke up, all of his children shaking their heads.

Fred felt the most useless out of them all. If y/n had known anything, or noticed something was off, she would have told him right? Or was he overestimating how much the girl trusted him, after all, he hadn’t been there to stop those guys from breaking in.

“I don’t think this was a random attack, he knew what he was doing.” Neville’s voice was quiet, even amongst the shared silence.

“How do you mean?” George asked, leaning against the bar in desperate defeat, wracking his brain for where she could be.

“Whoever he was, he knew where to find her- who she was.” “So he was looking for her?” Fred spun round, his neck clicking in the process, even his body hadn’t woken up yet.

“I think he only took me because I saw him outside the shop, and knew I would be suspicious of it.”

The group nodded in agreement. This couldn’t be the same men from the break-in, they were locked up now under Kingsley’s demand. This was a targeted kidnapping, someone had sent this man after y/n. But, who would want her back that badly?

“Her parents.” Fred said, a murmur of understanding waving over the others as it clicked in their minds. “It has to be them, who else would go to such lengths.” “But how do we find them?” Ginny asked. “I mean, no one knows where they live right?”

Everyone shook their heads, murmuring ideas on how they could track her family home down, that was where she had to be.

“Actually,” Hannah stood up, making sure Neville was stable enough before letting go of him. “I might have some old paperwork in my office, I can’t remember for sure if there’s anything on it- but it’s worth a look right?” George nodded, giving Fred a sympathetic look as it was obvious he was struggling to come to terms with the situation. He had just gotten his life back, he was happy, they were happy and they were finally together. And now there was a chance she could be gone for good. It was a lot to deal with.

“Thanks Han,” He mumbled, when the lady passed him, stopping to squeeze his shoulder in meek support.

“Right, can you guys go find Hermione?” George asked Ginny and Ron. “See if she can find any records about the girl, or her parents.” The duo stood quickly, sending a patronas to the girl in question to get her up to speeds before they arrived.

But before they even had a chance to reach the door a flash of blue light fluttered in through the open window, freezing everyone in their steps. The little dove flew over to Fred, who eyes it curiously, no one seemed to recognise it. That was until it started screaming out it’s message in a disturbingly recognisable voice.

“Fred I’m sorry, I tried to fight him-” The voice lowered, as if someone was nearby her. “Come to crag hall,” She was out of breath and shaky as she spoke, all the while the dove floated through the air calmly. “Please be quick, they’re going to- no… no!” She screamed out, the message cut off just as she pleaded with whoever was in the room with her.

There was a tense silence throughout those inside the inn once her voice stopped, no one wanting to speak in case they missed something. But the dove disappeared into thin air, and she was gone again.

“They’ll have taken her wand.” Bill said, mostly to himself, trying to piece together what they knew in an attempt to help.

“Crag hall.” Fred whispered. “She said go to Crag hall… w-where is that?” He searched the room, praying that someone would recognise the name.

“It’s far.” Molly said, all eyes on her. “About three hours from london.”

“But we can apparate, yes?” George pushed her, suddenly more optimistic now that they had a chance to get her.

“Not all together of course, that would be dangerous.” She explained.

“Then we’ll go in pairs, signal back for the next group to come when we know it’s safe to do so.” George announced.

“I’ll go first, scout for any wards.” Fred told his brother, seeing the look of hesitation that George pushed away, knowing there was no convincing him otherwise.

“I’m coming with you.” Ginny said.

“No, it’s too dangerous. You stay back with Bill.”

“She’s my best friend. I'm not arguing about this.” The girl, unfortunately, was just as determined and stubborn as the rest of them.

“Fine, but you stay close- and you listen to what I tell you okay? We don’t know these people, they could be armed.” He took a deep breath, trying to fight away the feeling of impending doom that came along with all the uncertainty.

“Right. Bill, you’ll come with me, then Harry and Ron- mum, dad you’ll be the last okay?” The parents nodded and Molly silently thanked her son for letting her make sure they all got there okay before heading in herself.

Suddenly the inn’s door burst open and a very smartly dressed Hermione stumbled into the group, catching her breath with a small wheeze.

“I’m coming too.” She told them, holding her hand up when Ron tried to protest it. “Ginny?”

“Best friend card and all, you can’t stop her.” She told her brother and he shook his head in defeat, knowing the girl’s were both fiery enough to handle themselves if need be.

“You can come with me and Bill, the second group.” The girl nodded, stripping off her stiff suit jacket and transfiguring her pencil skirt into a pair of jeans. “If anything goes wrong with the trip- if any of you get hurt at all, then you hide.” Fred told them all, taking all the confidence he had within him and spewing it into the small speech. “It would be too risky to try and get back alone, so just stay hidden and we can get you when it’s over.” Everyone nodded, hoping that they wouldn’t need to utilise the advice given.

Fred stood, holding Ginny’s hand and looked over the room.

“Let us know as soon as you see anything,” George told them. The pair nodded in unison, ignoring Molly’s worried gaze as she watched them disapparate from the room with a loud crack.

Ginny felt like someone was crushing her lungs when they landed amongst the wall of trees just outside the grounds of Crag hall. The girl had tried to cough out, reaching around desperately for her brother who was struggling to find his feet.

The sheer distance they had travelled was dangerous, especially when it was two of them, but Fred knew as he held a hand over his sister’s mouth that the pain would eventually subside.

“Shhh, Gin.” The girl writhed beneath him as he watched the clearing ahead, where the house stood surrounded by walled gardens. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, not daring to draw any attention to themselves, just in case there were guards patrolling. “It’ll pass… I promise.”

Once she could breath without hacking her throat away, Ginny surveyed the sight before them, trying to plan out how they could approach unnoticed.

“Do you think there will be wards set up?” She asked her brother who crouched beside her, always watching behind them in case someone wanted to sneak up.

“Hard to tell. Chances are they presumed no one knew about this place, so they didn’t bother.” “But the patronus-” “Exactly, with any luck we can try and get through before they’re set up.” He explained.

There was a group of three men stationed at the front gates to the property, unknowing of the Weasleys’ presence.

“No one’s patrolling this side, send a message to George- tell him that it’s clear now- but to watch out for anymore guards.” “What about that lot?” “We have to take them ourselves.” He looked down, seeing a look of apprehension on the girl’s face. It had been a very long time since he had seen her intimidated.

“Hey, if we don’t do it then it’s risking the others- we got lucky.” Ginny nodded along, knowing that they had no other choice but to take them out, and quietly too.

The man took her hand, running a little further along the tree line before heading to the closest side of the walled garden. He boosted the girl up over it, watching carefully as she balanced herself and crouched low above it.

“I’ll take them from up here, catch them off guard- you get them from behind.” She told the man, before sneaking along the high wall.

Fred propelled himself into the neatly arranged flowerbed, suppressing his groan when he landed on his back, hoping that no one had heard the thud his body had made. There wasn’t enough time to think it through though, when there was a surprised shout and the sound of hexes flying through the air.

The noises silenced quickly as the man raced through the shrubbery towards the front gates, but the flashes of coloured light still appeared above the bushes that blocked his view of the fight.

Ginny, however, was someone Fred didn’t need to worry about. She had petrified one of the guards upon sight, before cutting the other two’s shouts with a silencing charm. That had given her an upper hand as she jumped down from the wall to avoid a hex being thrown her way.

Despite using her head, these men were twice her size, and wanted to use that against her. One of them lunged forward, trying to seize her as the other dodged around him with his wand outstretched.

But because of the guard tackling Ginny, it meant he couldn’t risk casting anything towards them in case he hit the wrong one. But it kept them busy long enough for Fred to stun the man from behind, before ripping the other off his little sister with a suppressed growl.

Once he had been stunned and tied up, along with the other two, Ginny sent her patronus to the others, warning them of other possible guards. The two kept to the edges of the walled garden, with the hopes that they could sneak up on the hall without causing anymore commotion.

The building was tall, with a very open courtyard preceding it.

“Through there,” Fred whispered, pointing to the nearest door on the left side of the house. “We should avoid being out in the open.” He told her.

Y/n watched out of her bedroom window, wandless and alone, in a room that felt like it had belonged to a ghost. She felt like a ghost, just waiting for the worst to happen. The night had gone by with her knocked out, only to be woken up by her mother’s serpent-like eyes watching over her.

Little words were exchanged, knowing that whatever she said would only hurt her case even more. So the girl opted for silence whenever someone would sit in, only to watch her mope around by the window like a forgotten lover.

Fred. He was all she could think about. She wondered whether he knew the truth, if Neville was okay, if he had been able to tell them what happened. One of her parent’s henchmen had come in while she was casting her patronus, cutting it off when he wrenched the wand from her hands. All the girl could hope was that it actually made it to them.

One of the head maids came into the room, her eyes sunken like she had aged several years in the space of a few months.

“Madam has requested you in the ballroom.” The woman hung a long black dress bag, sealed up, on the back of her door. She stayed firmly in her spot, all the while watching the floor, as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at the poor girl.

“What is it?” The girl rasped out, her throat raw from all the sobbing she had already done. Now it felt like she couldn’t cry again, regardless of what happened.

“Madam would like you to change into this, I must assist.”

The girl frowned, not one for confrontation, especially not with someone who so obviously didn’t deserve it. But it was frustrating how little the maid was telling her. So instead of lashing out, y/n walked over to the bag and pulled on its zipper.

Her breath held in her throat, lodged. Before her was a long, white dress. Hung lifeless before her. Something inside her felt like this was a joke, but then she remembered where she was and her heart crumbled.

“I-I don’t understand?” She turned to the woman beside her, her hands clutching shakily against the silk fabric that draped like curtains.

“This is all I can say mistress.” “Please.” She begged. “Help me… please don’t let this happen.” The girl turned hysterical, her knees failing as she crashed to the floor with a wail of desperation.

It shouldn’t be like this. It should be later, it should be when she wants it, with who she wants it with.

With Fred.

The group followed Fred and Ginny’s warnings, watching out for extra guards and taking them down as quietly as they could. One by one they joined each other inside the grounds, in a secluded spot away from the windows.

Fred was adamant to get inside but Ginny had stopped him, reminding the man that what they were walking into was unknown. For all they knew y/n’s parents could have a whole army waiting for them.

“What are you and your wand gonna do against a whole house of people eh?” She had hissed to him, which finally hit home that he couldn’t just rush in and save the girl that easily.

So they waited, and snuck in together, keeping Mr and Mrs Weasley in the rear to watch out for anyone who could follow them.

“I don’t like this.” George had whispered, catching up with his brother at the front of the group. “It’s too quiet.” Admittedly they were walking through what looked to be an old service entrance, the dust and cobwebs indicating that no one had used it in a good few years. But still, houses like these echoed, and yet there wasn’t a single sound coming from anywhere else above them.

The girl begged and begged, but she couldn’t escape her fate. The maid had tried to coax her into the wedding dress kindly, warning her that if she didn’t do as her parents said then there would be consequences.

In the end, one of the men who had been keeping watch outside her bedroom ended up coming inside. He had heard the desperate commotion and told the girl to keep quiet. When she, yet again, refused to change the man had stunned her.

When she came to the room was spinning like a carousel, the lights of the chandelier blurring into one on the ceiling. That was when the girl realised she was no longer in the moderate safety of her bedroom anymore.

The silk burnt her skin. It shouldn’t have, but it did and it flared across every inch of her body like a raging forest fire. She tried to move, but someone had her tied again, bound at the wrists and ankles. What a sight she must have been, curled up in a wedding dress and left on the floor of her family’s ballroom.

Her murmurs of confusion alerted two other men in the room, dressed the same as the one who had knocked her out and the one who had taken her from diagon alley.

“Come come sweetie, why don’t we get you on your feet.” His voice sickened her from across the room, he looked at her with a smug sense of pride. It was like he was a hunter and she was his prize catch of the day all dressed in white.

“Where’s Neville?” Her voice was still scratchy, it sounded pathetic against the deep acoustics of the room.

“The quivering mess of a man?” The beast holding her spat, his teeth bared at her cheeks. “I’d barely call him a man-” Another one of them scoffed.

“Now now, we’re graced enough to see a beautiful ceremony today boys, let’s be respectful.” The kidnapper smiled, demanding the attention of everyone who dared speak against him.

“I don’t understand,” She tried to force herself away from the two men’s grip, but they held tight, keeping her as still as they could.

“Well… that’s not for me to explain pretty lady.” He laughed, pacing up and down the room.

“Who will?” The double doors opened behind them, making everyone turn to see. Y/n stumbled slightly, her feet still bound together.

“Let her go, I will not have my daughter married off in shackles.” His voice boomed, louder than anyone else's as he commanded the henchmen to free her. Still they held onto her, making sure she would not run off.

“Father- please!” The girl begged, dropping to her knees, “You can’t do this to me!” “This marriage is happening young lady, whether you’re happy about it or not.” The shrill tone was easy to guess, without her even coming into sight for another few seconds.

“Mother, I’m begging- just let me go… I-I won’t bother either of you ever again!”

“Stand up.” She commanded, her presence daunting even to those watching over her like a prisoner. “You should have considered that before you ran off and tarnished our family name… it is too late for you to redeem yourself- this is our only option.” The woman explained curtly, before taking her place at the side of the girl’s father.

“Besides-” The kidnapper neared her as she wriggled beneath the two men’s arms, lifting her back to her feet. “I’ve heard your groom-to-be is quite the catch.” He winked.

Harry and Ron took down two more guards while George and Fred tried to find their way through the complex labyrinth which was Crag hall, stunning any staff who got in their way.

“Try through there?” George suggested, but it took them to yet another dead end.

“We’re never gonna find her like this, and who knows how the others are getting on.” Fred complained, not wasting a single second before retracing their steps and trying a different direction.

Bill and Hermione came careering round a corner, the older man just managing to get out of the way of a stray hex when the girl pulled him into an empty room.

“What are you doing here?” He asked the two men, but George was already running after whoever had attacked them.

“It’s a dead end, half of this place is empty- George was right, something’s wrong.” Fred huffed, out of breath from bursting through multiple locked doors.

“Maybe they’re all in one place.” Hermione offered up, which was the first good idea anyone had suggested all day. “You know, if they need y/n for something- then everyone would be with her.”

The two men nodded, hearing George’s whistle which signalled that it was clear to come out. He knelt beside the stunned guard, trying to find anything on him that could help. A set of keys jingled against his belt.

“These might work for the rooms upstairs?” He suggested to the small group.

“Bill you go with him, I think me and Fred need to try something different.” Hermione stated, sending the other men off with a quick nod.

“Here,” She handed Fred the unconscious man’s wand. “Don’t want him coming round too quickly and hexing our heads off.” “Not really, if we can help it that is.” He shoved it inside his coat pocket, unbothered by whether it snapped in the process of another fight. “So what’s the plan?” The man asked.

Hermione watched the halls tentatively as she led him back to the first floor.

“If you needed somewhere to hide your daughter, then it wouldn’t be in sight, right?” The girl asked, as if it was a common situation to find yourself in.

“Well… no, so you think there’s a secret room?”

“I’m sure of it.”

The two of them stood under the doorway to the library and Fred wanted to groan, knowing that whenever a plan was involved Hermione would want to do her research before rushing into things.

The girl’s sobs were like a moaning ghost, echoing over the large ballroom which held only a small group of people. The man before her was older, she could tell, but that was about all she knew about him. His face was unrecognisable to the friends her parents would have over for big parties, which meant all of this was just a business deal for them.

A knife was placed against her back, the point slicing through the silk dress whenever she tried to move. So she didn’t dare. Her parents had silenced her, bored of hearing the begs for them to let her go.

“It is obvious that none of this needs to be dragged out.” Her father stated, smiling politely at the smartly dressed man who stood before her. “So we won’t dawdle.”

“Of course sir.”

Behind the charm, y/n screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that the sheer volume of it could break through and alert someone. Not that anyone would come, they were out in the middle of nowhere with a household of people fulfilling her twisted parents’ wishes.

“Mr Nott-” Who the hell was this man? “Do you take my daughter, Miss y/l/n to be your lawful wedded wife?”

“I do.” He smirked, obviously quite pleased to have bagged himself a young, unwilling, bride. The girl was sobbing, her eyes blurred as her father turned to her.

“Do you Miss y/l/n, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?”

She choked on her words, shaking her head as best she could with the grief running through her body. Whoever was holding the knife behind her stepped closer, sliding the blade slowly across her exposed back, just to remind her of what would happen if she disobeyed.

“You will agree.” Her mother’s voice sounded out, as she lifted her wand to remove the silencing charm with a deep breath. The girl nodded, racking her brain for any way that she could escape this hell.

Her throat untightened, the noise reaching them all as she sighed out in sudden relief. But it was short lived. Here laid her future, presented in the form of this cruel man who wanted a woman to listen to his every need and keep quiet. Never had she missed diagon alley more than in that moment, she begged to be back in the loft with the twins, in Fred’s arms, watching George guzzle down glass after glass of wine until he passed out. That was the life she chose. Not this.

Maybe the knife’s fate was sweeter than this. A sharp, short price to pay for running away. One that would be better than a lifetime of regret. The silver metal was cold against her skin, a constant reminder.

As Mr Nott’s eyes fixated on her, like he had just won her at a fair, the girl decided what was to be. The blade could finish this pain, once and for all.

“I will never marry this man.” The girl spat out, a sudden rush of happiness in herself that she had managed to finally speak out against her parents wishes. The confidence glowed all over her in that moment, the shine on her cheeks as she smiled in the confused face of her, no longer, husband to be.

There was a loud crash from the double doors.

“We don’t have time to read over these books Hermione, y/n could be in danger!” Fred reminded her, watching the girl scan over the surrounding shelves.

“I’m not reading Freddie, I’m looking for a way in.” “Huh?”

“All these books, there was something strange about them.” She explained, not stopping to look at the man who stood behind her.

“I thought I noticed something when we first checked in here, but we left too quickly for me to figure it out.”

“What? Hermione what’s in here?”

“These books, every single one of them are their most recent additions. In fact, they’re all brand new, not a single one looks as though it’s been picked up.”

“So, people don’t read books- you do know that isn’t a crime right?” Fred scoffed, but the girl just ignored him.

“Why would anyone fill up a library with new books?” “Because it’s a new library?”

“An old house like this has rooms that date back centuries, none of them look renovated, yet this one has obviously been done up on purpose.”

“Why in here then?” “Because in here, they are hiding something.” “Like a secret room!” “And you’ve got it, finally.”

Hermione found a crank between two of the bookcases, hidden by a large armchair.

“Here help me out.” Between them they managed to use the crank to push the bookshelves away, two double doors hidden perfectly behind it.

“Find anythin- woah!” Ginny said from the library’s doorway, having spotted them on her way past.

“Get the others, quick!” Fred ordered, sending the redheaded girl into a frenzy through the rest of the house.

He reached out for the handles, grunting when they didn’t budge under his weight.

“It’s been locked from the inside.” He huffed.

“Step back, let me try.” The girl beside him offered.

When the rest of the group arrived, both of them were throwing hexes at the unmoving doors. Both exhausted by the amount of shouting and fighting they’d already been through.

“I think we all need to do it, it shifted a little when I started helping.” Fred explained, stepping aside to let his brothers get a better stance. They all held their wands up high, pointed towards the locks.

With one almighty scene of hexes, the two doors flew off their hinges with a deafening crash. The clouds of smoke kept them in the dark for a few seconds, until Fred couldn’t hold himself back much longer and burst through it to get a better look at what was hidden inside.

“Freddie!” The girl screamed. She was on her knees, the white dress pooled around her as she hit the ground. Above her a man was holding her back, doing all he could to stop her from getting away to the safety of Fred.

The man was someone the twins knew, someone that the whole group was unfortunately familiar with. Someone whom Freddie wished he had killed during the war, when he had that chance.

Although Theodore Nott wrestled with her, he still managed to keep a smug look about him when he saw the Weasley’s and their friends stood amongst the ballroom’s debris.

“Let her go!” Fred boomed, ignoring the threatening stances he was faced with.

“I’m afraid there’s already been arrangements made, Weasley, seems you’ll have to find yourself another silly girlfriend.” He scoffed, yanking the whimpering girl to her feet.

Y/n thrashed with more furiosity than anyone had seen her possess in their time knowing her, spitting harsh words to the man holding her captive. Fred was joined by the rest of his group, who fought the other guards viciously, as well as the girl’s parents who weren’t ones to take the sidelines in any fight.

“I’d be more careful if I were you.” Theo hissed in her ear, low enough that no one could hear over the commotion. He held her there for a moment, so she could watch the guards hurl themselves upon Harry and Ginny. She screamed out for them to stop, but it was useless.

The twins made a run for her, everyone else too busy fighting to get the chance, but Theo was quicker. He whipped out his wand before they even had a chance to react, tossing two sharp hexes their way and knocking them to the ground.

Fred tried to get up but it was useless, only his head could move ever so slightly. He turned to her, seeing the fear on her face at the sight of his nearly lifeless body. The sound of her screams were the worst he’d heard, worse than the night of the break-in. Because she wasn’t bothered about her life this time. Now she was screaming out for Freddie, begging him to be okay.

His face moved, his eyes flickered at the last glimpse of her and the girl gasped with relief. There was a small smile on her face, before it was dragged away from the man. A last glimmer of hope, he saw it as, she was his last hope at happiness.

When the twins came around they were relieved to see that the guards, along with y/n’s parents, were knocked out and tied up against the far wall.

“Where is she!” Ginny was yelling at them, uncaring of the fact that they were just slipping back into consciousness. Molly was trying to stop her, but it was a futile attempt.

“Theo has her.” George groaned, getting to his feet with the help of Bill and Arthur. Hermione held out a hand for Fred, seeing the way his eyes glassed over at the thought of her.

“She has to be here somewhere.” He whispered, mostly to himself, but the girl beside him heard it still.

“Why do you say that?” She asked.

“If they were going to apparate, they would have done it the second we got here.” He explained, barely waiting a second before heading out of the ballroom in the direction that Nott took the girl away.

“You think he needs her here?” “I think the wards that have been set up are keeping her here, if Nott thinks her parents are still alive then he won’t know that they’ve been broken, right?” “Very clever.” She commended him. “But I think there could be something-” “I know. I saw the dress, I’m not that oblivious- but still, he needs her here to have her parent’s blessing if they’re to marry. He hasn’t got that, so he’ll be hiding.”

The man was pacing the halls quicker than he’d walked in his entire life, scanning each room as he passed it in case they were inside.

“Hermione!” Ron called from back down the hallway.

“What?” She barked, noticing how Fred didn’t even stop his search.

“We need to obliviate them, could buy us some time.” “Then do it!” “You’re the best at it, come on.” Ron raced back into the ballroom, hearing his fiance groan behind him.

“Hey, Fred?” “I’ll be fine, just go!” He called back, leaving her little choice as she went to obliviate the minds of their captives.

The girl had sat in silence ever since Mr Nott had thrown her into one of the guest bedroom’s, keeping his wand pointed at the door. He didn’t want to lock it. He found great joy in telling y/n how he would hex the first person to come through it, laughing over the thought of their lifeless face.

It was blatant to see how the man played around with lives like they were his toys. But all she could think about was how Freddie was laying on the ballroom floor, his eyes full of helpless tears as she was dragged away.

As much as she wanted him to be okay, she begged that he wouldn’t be the one to open that door and face whatever jinx her captor was going to throw.

“Why?” Her voice was dull, void of any hope or joy.

“Speak up, you’re mumbling.” He spat, barely glancing her way as she lay crumpled against the far side of the room, as far from him as she could get within those four walls.

“Why!” Now she was just angry.

She wanted to see her parents suffer, she wanted to see those awful creeps in pain… but most of all she wanted to see Mr Nott writhing in a pool of his own blood. Fred deserved to see that, she deserved to do it.

“Why what?” The man chuckled, amused by the way she scowled at the back of his head.

“Why bother fighting this hard? What have they promised you?”

“A pretty bride of course.” He laughed, his wand outstretched at the sound of some nearby noise down the hallway. His tone was gut wrenching, making the girl want to vomit on his newly polished dress shoes.

“Cut the shit.” She spat, her bones weak from the hours of being tied up and left to starve.

“Your mummy and daddy never told me they had a feisty one,” He turned, losing interest in the door, and approached her. She had nowhere to go, the balcony door was locked and all the furniture was too heavy to try and break the glass.

“Stop it…” She whispered, sick of fighting him off every few minutes, but his hands still reached up to her face. The man grabbed her jaw, rendering her gaze stuck on his.

“You’ve been promised to me… and that’s all I wanted- now be good and do what I say.” He laughed at the way she gulped beneath his harsh grip, digging deeper with each passing second. The pain was a happy sight to the sick man.

“All you want is to own me.” She almost laughed at this small revelation, a weak and airy one at that.

“Now she’s got it.” Theodore hissed, his hand unmoving from her now marked skin.

There was another noise, reminding the man that he was being followed. So he stood again, leaving her slumped in slight relief to watch the door as the footsteps grew slowly closer. They were hesitant, yet heavy. It was him, it had to be.

“Have you ever been in love?” The girl asked, desperately trying to distract him once again. It could buy some time for Freddie, if Mr Nott wasn’t waiting to throw his hex immediately.

The man’s back stiffened a little.

“Hasn’t everyone been in love once, little girl.” He chuckled, dismissing her question.

“But you haven’t?” She pushed.

There was no answer, he just remained with his wand pointed at the door. Except it shook slightly as he reminisced, unbeknownst to the girl.

“Was she pretty?” Y/n knew she was pushing her luck, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“She... “ He breathed heavily, most likely contemplating why he was even entertaining her curiosity. “Well, it’s me- of course she had to be pretty. I would never settle for less.” His arrogance returned from the sidelines with one deep breath.

“What happened?” “It’s none of your business, now keep quiet.” He could hear whoever was in the hallway getting closer, and the girl’s voice was becoming more and more off putting.

“Mr Nott-” It was the first time she had addressed him all day. “I’m sorry for however you fell out of love, I can’t imagine it was pleasant in the slightest.” He made no reaction, so she kept going.

“Then again, I haven’t been in love before… not before Freddie.” She could see the way his chest heaved more than before as his eyes bored into the wooden doorframe. “So, I wouldn’t know what it is like to lose that love… but I suppose that is a threat as of today.”

Theodore tried to block her out, really he tried, knowing that any second that door before him would fly open and one of the Weasley clan would charge inside to claim his bride as their own.

But all he could think about was her. The one woman he had truly loved, after years of damning the feeling to death, was no longer his to be with. As his hand shook furiously before him, flashes of her perfect smile and devious ways washed through his mind.

She was married to another, by arrangement, his own offer cast aside when the whole ordeal became a business plan. Her father had never seen him suitable from the start, yet he had kept up the naive hope that the woman would see him as perfect enough to disobey her father’s requests.

He wasn’t, however, suitable for anyone it seemed.

“Who was she Mr Nott?” “Shut up!” The man snapped, still unable to concentrate as he had been doing so.

“It will help to talk,” “I do not need to talk to you bitch, now be quiet.”

The footsteps were gone. Or maybe he couldn’t hear them over the sound of his thudding heart. But it panicked him, made him scramble over to the girl in white who cowered at his advance.

He picked her up from the floor and whispered a spell on the french doors behind them, hearing the locks open. The girl whimpered once again in his arms, shivering as the wind rushed inside the room behind them, the threat of the balcony nearing.

“Please,” Y/n whispered, maybe to him, maybe to herself. But it made the man holding her jump slightly, looking down to see her staring at the door with hopeful intent.

For a split second she held such a look of determination that he was reminded of another, suddenly seeing the girl as someone he had loved in the past. It enthralled him how, even faced against a doomed future, she held onto the idea that Fred would save her. He knew the bastard Weasley would do all he could, too. Theodore knew she was loved, something he had never been.

“Pansy…” Mr Nott said airily, watching the girl and recognising her.

“What?”

“Pansy... Zabini.”

The door flew open, shocking them both. Fred was exhausted, his face pale and his body hunched over in pain as he all but fell into the room. There was no time for the girl’s captor to react when he heard the words expelliarmus fall from her lover’s lips.

Nott’s wand flew across the room, despite his attempts to catch it back.

“That was a very bad idea Weasley.” He laughed, remembering why he deserved this. Why he deserved the girl as his own, she was his to show off. To remind everyone that Theodore Nott wasn’t a lovesick fool for anyone.

The man produced a blade, bigger than the one previously pressed into the girl’s back. Now it prodded her side, making her torso tense up once again, yet her eyes softened at the sight of Freddie. Even if he did look like hell.

“Don’t hurt her, you bastard!” Fred spat, holding his hands in the air to show he meant no harm. Anything to protect her, he told himself, as long as nothing happens to y/n.

“Wand down.” Theo spat, chuckling at how easily he’d gained control of the situation.

“Fine, just let her go.”

“No can do, she’s been promised- my prize.” He cooed, feeling the way the girl beside him gulped when he got closer.

All the while, as the Slytherin bragged about his bride to be, Freddie’s eyes remained on the girl. They begged him to save her, to help her, to take her far away and stay with her forever. But she didn’t say a word, just watched him.

“The thing is, Weasley, that your little play thing here- she is just like all the other girls out there… so very disposable.” The knife in Nott’s hands ran up her body, grazing the dress with a light scratching sound. It grated in her mind as she held her breath.

“Please Theo, don’t.” Freddie begged, watching how the blade rested upon her neck. Every shaky breath she took knocked it about, her eyes widening every time.

“All this time she’s been crying and begging and whimpering, don’t you start too.” He sneered, holding the girl’s left arm tighter. “Weak little thing, don’t you agree?”

Fred tried to shake his head, the words not coming out even as he tried.

“Shame. I think she’s purely useless- worthless little y/n?” Theo turned to the girl, her scornful gaze somewhat a shock to him. Still, it gave him a chuckle. “Even her parents didn’t care about her… I see why.”

“Mr Nott?” She asked, her voice like an angel’s to Freddie.

“Yes darling.” Theodore teased, turning back to the redhead with a smug look.

Only to face the girl with shameful horror when she whispered “legilimens”.

He had no chance to fight it, no way to block her from seeing it all. The endless days spent with Pansy at Hogwarts, so in love with one another that it disgusted their friends to no end. She saw how they fought through the war together, side by side, only to be ushered away by their parents when it was clear they were to lose. The girl watched over his memories of the trials, his pleads of being under the imperius curse, his testimony to Pansy’s innocence. Only for the girl to announce her engagement to Blaise Zabini once they were pardoned and allowed to live freely. The girl felt the way his heart broke, over and over, time again. She could feel how little he valued himself, she could see the mask he wore.

“You bitch!”

The knife plunged deep into her side, a ricochet of shouts from Freddie as she stumbled away from Theodore. He ripped it out, the gash in the dress draping open to show off the bloody slit that was now in her skin.

It was a blur, as Fred grabbed his wand and advanced towards the man who held a look of regret over his face. But it wasn’t enough to save him.

“Stupefy”

He slumped onto the balcony railing, his eyes trained on her as she found her footing against the french doors. They were welling up now, covered in hazed tears. With all the pent up adrenaline left inside her she lunged for the man, grabbing his collar and holding his upper body over the edge, threatening to let him fall onto the cobblestones below.

“You remember. I know it all.” She whispered. “Find someone who loves you.” It was a stern plea. Y/n knew that without it, Theodore Nott would only descend into madness.

Fred came to her side when she fell, matching the way the stunned man’s body fell against the railings. The girl’s eyes closed every few seconds, her head misting over as the twin tried desperately to keep her awake.

“Please… y/n…. Wake up…. I need you awake…. I need you.” He begged, fading into nothing as she fell slowly forward into his arms.

Her lips parted as she tried to speak, slowly, but with her last drags of determination.

“Theodore? If you try this again…. With me… or anyone else…” Her breath got heavy as she struggled to push away the pain much longer, the searing sting piercing her side as if she’d been struck a second time. “Then… I’ll push you over.”

With that final warning her eyes closed for good and her body collapsed lifelessly against Fred who couldn’t bring himself to utter a single word as he scrambled around the room for his wand. It took another look at Theo, frozen in his fear to realise what the girl had seen inside his head must have meant something to her. Or else he would have been in a pool of his own blood, on the courtyard below.

“Y/n…” He finally managed. “I’m sorry, this is going to hurt.” Freddie closed his eyes, holding onto her for dear life and ignored the way he wanted to crumble into a string of sobs just at the sight of her. Then they disappeared, leaving Theodore to be found on the balcony…. Alone.

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citydreamgrls · 3 years

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wtf , genuinely wtf

ummmm

i just came onto tumblr to check messages etc... and i just saw 1,000 followers

that’s insane, i’m typing very slowly because i’m not sure what else to say

big love to every single one of you for taking time to appreciate my work, especially those of you who are lovely enough to send me messages it fills my heart with warmth every single time

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citydreamgrls · 3 years

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just a reminder that if any of your comments on my posts are replied to by @clearwaterdreamgrl then that is also me, not some random person

i wish i could change it, it drives me mad but sadly i cannot - just know that i appreciate all comments and do try to reply to as many as i can

but sometimes i feel weird when it’s under a diff username yk?

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citydreamgrls · 3 years

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they were roommates part seven

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

an: i was looking through my older posts and saw someone who said they really enjoyed my ‘adoptive daughter’ one shot ( thanks <3 ) and they also mentioned that they wanted it to be a full fic, like a proper story and all, so like i’m thinking about it. if i was gonna do it, would you guys prefer to see an extended ‘the adoptive daughter’ where i kind of drag it out more, and extend the storyline past that one shot. or would you rather just a completely new fic, no previous plot lines whatsoever?

words: 6,279

After the night on the rooftop, things began looking up for all three of the people living in Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. Fred started acting like his usual self, now with the knowledge that he and y/n stood a chance together. George enjoyed having his two closest friends back in their right minds, and overall, no one was breaking in.

“So what could you possibly have to complain about!” Ginny guffawed, earning some glances from other customers inside the cafe she and y/n had stopped at one sunny afternoon.

The girl giggled, blushing at the brief attention before lowering her voice.

“I’m not complaining, I’m very lucky.” “Of course you are, not only was Bill in love with you- now Fred is!” The youngest Weasley was yet to calm herself over the news that her best friend was still going to be in with the family.

“I was only saying how I needed a bit of a break from the boys-”

“Spare me the lies- you couldn’t keep away from me for more than a week could you!” Ginny laughed, her head throwing back in the process.

It was true that y/n longed to see Ginny whenever they were apart, the girl and Hermione acting like her long lost sisters when they got together. But since she and Fred had gotten a little closer than friends; the loft seemed more cramped than ever. Not to mention that the twins had been pranking her all week long, showing no mercy to her begs for them to stop.

“Here she is!” The redhead announced, making Hermione frown at her friend before noticing the empty wine glasses on the table.

“I’m not that late am I?” She joked, taking a seat at their little table before ordering another round for them all.

“Oh no, Gin was just very excited to get started.” Y/n giggled, the alcohol only rouging her cheeks slightly.

“I can tell, your laugh was echoing down the alley,” ‘Mione smirked, leaning back and taking a sip of her own with a relieved sigh. “It feels good to have a break.”

“I haven’t stopped practising in months, this feels like an early christmas.” Ginny mused, reminding them all of why they were gathering in the first place.

Upon learning that y/n had the afternoon free, Ginny had raced over to the loft to take her own, sending an owl to Hermione telling her to sack off work so they could go for drinks. The desk maniac had grumbled, not one to walk out on a whim, but gave in when she thought back to how long it had been since she had seen the girls.

“Perks of being the head of your own department,” She grinned, eyeing up the girl beside her. “And how did you convince tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee to free you?”. Y/n ignored Weasley's look of confusion and giggled.

“I already had the afternoon off, luckily.”

“And Fred loves you.” Ginny slurred, calling the waiter over yet again.

“What!” Hermione squealed, having not been caught up since the girl and Bill decided not to pursue things. “When did this happen?”

“He doesn’t love me, Ginny, you minx.” Y/n slapped her friends wrist lightly.

“Oh he so does!”

Hermione frowned, remembering the conversation she and Fred had shared back at the burrow, how devastated he’d been just at the sight of the girl with Bill. If only she could reveal all that he’d told her, then y/n would know the truth. But Hermione knew all she could do to help was urge her into seeing what was obviously already there.

“He’s been looking after me, since the incident- then there was this thing on the roof the other night.” She explained to her friends.

“Not to mention you guys kissed!” Ginny piped up, and the look of shock on Hermione’s face was purely comical.

“Oh come on it wasn’t like that!” The girl defended, not wanting to rush into the idea that her feelings for Fred were reciprocated. “I kissed him.”

Hermione pulled her work blazer off and rested it on the back of the chair, preparing for what could only be an intense afternoon of grilling their new friend for details. That was as long as Ginny had anything to do with it, and Hermione would never say it, but she too lived for the same kind of gossip.

“Did he kiss you back?” She sipped on her wine politely, all the while watching her over the glass.

“Well- yeah but-” “Then he likes you!” Ginny squealed, positively ecstatic at the situation, her nose wrinkling up as she couldn’t stop smiling. Y/n admired how fearless the girl was as she gazed upon her hopeful sister-in-law.

“Oh will you just drop it,” The girl jokingly whined, rolling her eyes.

“Not until I see you in a wedding dress my girl!” She announced.

The three girls spent the rest of the day sharing stories and gossip, most of their time was used up discussing whether Hermione’s new secretary was pregnant or just ate really weird food. In the end they never came to a conclusion, Ginny having gotten side tracked when the other two had tried explaining what a Jaffa cake was to her.

By the time they paid the poor waiter, who seemed traumatised in their drunken company; the sun was just setting and they stumbled through the alley to drop y/n off at the twins’ front door.

“S-see home safe…” She giggled, leaning against the door and falling a little when the last customer tried to leave. “Oh sorry!” She tried to call out, but the three women were already in an unstoppable roar of laughter.

“You’re no safer in their company than ours!” Hermione tried to argue, gesturing to the two men inside, who had stopped what they were doing to try and comprehend what on earth was going on outside.

“And we’re sober!” Ginny cried. “Oh no- we’re not sober- they are.” She corrected herself, propping her head onto ‘Mione’s shoulder with a sweet giggle. The redhead’s eyes closed momentarily, before opening when her crutch decided to move off.

“See you soon y/n!” Hermione waved, dragging Ginny behind her, who tried to give her best goodbye given the state she was in.

“Better retrieve little miss clumsy before she breaks a bone.” George scoffed, seeing the way the girl struggled to open the front door. Fred could only smile, glad that she had agreed to go out with Ginny, not that their sister would have let her decide regardless.

“Come here you!” He laughed and helped her inside, she slumped against his side slightly with a giggle.

“Missed you twooo…” She drawled, sprawling her body against the counter once she was let down by the man at her side.

Fred kept a subtle, watchful eye on her, noticing the way she swayed back and forth and was in danger of smacking her head against a nearby shelf if she chose to fall backwards.

“Our sister is a bad influence on you.” George grinned, ruffling her hair as he counted up the cash from the day’s earnings.

“She’s gr-reat.” The girl blushed, turning her head to smile at Fred, even if her eyes were tightly closed.

“Did you know that Ron still sleeps with a teddy?” She blurted out, catching both men's attention as they plonked her down on a stool. Her drunken body was more of a caution than they cared to admit, so decided to keep her out of the way as they cleared up.

“He does?” George laughed, dumbstruck by this new and incredibly embarrassing piece of information about his youngest brother.

“Yeah. Hermione told me all about it- ssays that he throws a ffit whenever she tries to hide it from him.” The girl couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she slurred her words.

“That’s brilliant! He’s never gonna hear the end of this.” Fred shook his head in disbelief as he swept the floor around the girl’s feet. Her laugh was like music, sounding out in between small rambles of her time with the two girl’s. It seemed to make time pass faster.

“All done?” She asked, cocking her head like a puppy when Fred stopped in front of her.

“Yes darling, all done. Come on, let’s get some food in you, you must be starving-” The girl nodded silently, like a peaceful child, as he gave her a piggyback up to the loft, basking in her tiny squeals of excitement.

As y/n sobered up over multiple slices of pizza, Fred enjoyed the moment of blissful solitude he felt from the rest of the world. Curled up on their sofa, the girl was the only thing important to him. She would look up every few minutes to check that he was still there, despite the fact that he had a permanent arm sloped around her shoulders. He didn’t mind, she was cute.

George was just happy for things to be back to how they were. The three of them all getting along, with an endless supply of boozy evenings in the kitchen and dance parties late into the night whenever they felt like it.

Y/n had brought more life into their lonely loft, and for that the twins would be eternally grateful. In fact, as George peered over the other two he longed for her to stay with them forever, fearful of a future where she wasn’t giggling on their sofa, or watching the lights with stars in her eyes, or dancing in the kitchen, or helping little kids play pranks on their parents.

Things were finally… normal.

“He’s always the first to crash.” Fred scoffed, hearing his brother’s snores from down the hall. The girl in his loose arms laughed, the feeling flowing through her body onto his own.

“At least he was polite enough to do it in his own bed this time.” “That’s true, I have back pain from the amount of times I’ve had to carry him from the sofa.”

Since the night on the roof, both Fred and the girl had become much more relaxed around one another. The man finding comfort in holding her, in one way or another whenever they were together. It made things easier that she visibly brightened up whenever he did so, her little cheeks warming as she would play with her sleeves to distract herself.

As it was they were laying back on the sofa, Fred propped up against the arm to serve as her chair so she could see the stars better.

“I did say we could go onto the roof, they’d be easier to see from there.” He reminded her, his face rested on her shoulder.

“I like it here,” The girl smiled, sinking even deeper into his chest with a happy sigh.

After some time the pair fell asleep, their faces still positioned up to the living room’s windows as they breathed lightly against each other. Fred’s body wrapped around the girl’s, as she rested beneath the blanket she’d grabbed about an hour earlier.

The man’s body twitched, a small grumble leaving his parted lips when he felt a sharp twinge in his lower back, one that woke him from his slumber. The girl followed suit, mumbling something about heading to bed, but making no move to do so.

“Come on,” Fred sighed, giving in to the pain the sofa was causing him, and stood up to hold out a hand for the girl.

He gave her a long hug as they stood alone in the dark room, only the light from the kitchen giving them some clue of the nearby obstacles. The girl’s arms stayed around Fred, unwilling to let go, almost as if she could tell that he too didn’t want her to go.

“Y-you could sleep up here if you want?” He asked quietly and cautiously, not wanting to spook her with anything too serious. The girl looked up, into his nervous eyes, and nodded.

“Yeah… but n-not because I’m scared or anything-” “Oh yeah of course not.” Fred nodded, a small smile on his lips.

“I just want you to know that I want to stay because I want to, no other reason- you know?”

Fred laughed at how she rambled before him.

“I think so… but you lost me somewhere in there.” “Shut up.” She grumbled, hiding her smile badly.

The two of them went up to Fred’s room, resting in one anothers hold just as easily as they’d done on the sofa so many nights before. Y/n pushed past the memories of his bed, not wanting to remember the circumstances under which she was last in there.

Instead she focused on the man beside her who, despite his tired nature, couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep until she did in case she needed him.

“I’m glad you’re here,” He whispered, her face appearing better as his eyes adjusted to the pitch black room. “I’m glad I stayed.”

A large hand rested upon the girl’s face, the skin smooth and warm as she closed her eyes beneath his touch. She couldn’t help but hold her breath, feeling the intensity between them growing as he ran his fingertips slowly over her face and onto her jaw.

Fred’s lips felt even better as he pressed them against her neck with restrained passion, the short gasps from the girl only urging him to finally give in to his desires with every passing second.

When the man leant up, pulling away from her skin, he saw the way her eyes shined as they locked into his. She greeted him with a small smile, still in awe of the moment.

“You okay?” He whispered, worried that she was having second thoughts.

“I’m great.”

The girl took his face in her hands, holding tight so she could keep him as close as possible while she kissed him, properly this time. With no regrets, no second thoughts, and not even a glimpse of hesitation, she finally let her body take over.

George sat at the kitchen table, his mug of coffee hovering over his mouth as he watched the clock on the wall; wondering when either one of the missing pair were going to turn up before the shop opened. His question was answered when the sound of Fred’s door closing echoed throughout the loft, followed by a quiet curse.

“Ah! Caught you!” He shouted, making the girl jump out of her skin as she attempted to creep through the living room.

“Oh… Georgie- I-uh I didn’t realise you were awake.” She stuttered, halting at the door when she remembered she was covered in Fred’s old quidditch jersey.

“Well, we do open in twenty minutes.” He smirked, nodding at her appearance.

She looked down at herself with a nervous laugh.

“I-I was just borrowing this for… um… for-” “Cut the crap. I already know.” George laughed, deciding that he’d teased the poor girl enough for one morning.

Y/n just rolled her eyes and sat down across from him, stealing his toast from the plate.

“How did you know?” She asked, crumbs falling onto her lap as she curled up in the wooden chair with bleary eyes.

“Well first off you two aren’t exactly subtle with the lovey-dovey gazes at one another.” He scoffed.

“Come on, it’s not that bad.” She argued playfully, taking his coffee too and taking a large, well-needed, gulp.

“No, I suppose it’s not-” He gave in, the smirk still painfully strong however. “But the sound of you two going at it all night, that kind of gave it away.”

The girl choked on her mouthful of toast, close to spitting it out at George’s blunt words.

“Oh god.” She sputtered out, grabbing his drink once again to settle her surprised coughs.

“I mean- really! Did you both forget that magic exists?” “Was it that loud?” She seemed to be surprised, even at her own capabilities.

“Please- don’t make me relive it.” George groaned, dodging the girl’s light slap as she leant over the table to strike him.

“What are you shouting about-” Fred froze in the doorway when he noticed y/n was still wearing his clothes, even after she’d told him she was sneaking down to change before his brother noticed.

“Gig’s up freddie boy! You’ve been caught!” George announced, throwing his hands in the air like he was at an actual quidditch game, which was very fitting.

“Oh y/n! Come on! He saw you?”

The girl scoffed along with George.

“Do not blame me, he knew well before I came down.” The girl defended herself with a smile, hiding her face behind the coffee cup which she had now claimed as her own.

“What? How?” Fred asked, seeing his brother’s face drop slightly.

“Please- not again.” He begged, this time blind to the girl’s smack on the back of his head as she moved to the sink.

“Right drama queens,” She teased, “Long day ahead of us, huh?” The girl winked at Fred, making his brother groan out in playful disgust.

“I have to live with this now- OW!” Fred was much better at hitting his brother, knowing where it would hurt most.

“So, where are you two gonna go on a date?” Ginny asked, leaning against a shelf of electric shock shakes that the girl was stacking up.

“It’s not like that Gin- we’re taking things slow.” She told her friend, making sure they were out of earshot of the man in question.

“Boring!” The youngest Weasley wasn’t one for subtly, especially when she had more free-time on her hands while on break from quidditch practices.

“Ooh what about somewhere really romantic- like paris!” The redhead exclaimed, startling some passing customers.

“What’s in paris?” Y/n laughed, passing it off as a joke.

“Umm- what’s not in paris more like.”

“I’m not in Paris.” George stuck his head between the two girls, making them jump in shock. Ginny shoved him away slightly.

“Get lost, no one wants you to third wheel their date.” She complained.

“You and Freddie are dating? I thought this was purely casual.” He frowned.

The girl whipped round.

“It is casual, but Ginny’s got it in her head that we’re on the road to marriage or something.”

“Well duh, eventually you will be.” Her friend scoffed, acting as though she was the only one in their right minds. “We should go shopping, I saw this perfect dress down at Madam Malkins’ the other day- I could get it for you.” “No, you’ve done enough for me-” The girl tried to protest, but Ginny was too lost in the idea to stop rambling on about Paris and new dresses and romantic restaurants.

“I’ve seen her like this before,” George whispered, seeing the look of fear on the girl’s face as she saw no way out. “Sometimes, if you back away very slowly, she doesn’t even notice that you’re gone.” He explained, grabbing her wrist and taking her away very slowly.

It turned out George was very experienced with Ginny taming, and they managed to get away unscathed.

“That’ll keep her busy for at least twenty minutes.” He laughed, from the safety of the counter, where he could pretend to be busy if she tried to hassle him.

“What? The sound of her own voice.” “Honestly, it’s a strange sight- but she can entertain herself like no one else.” He laughed, reminiscing on times when he’d find a six year old Ginny Weasley interviewing herself in the bathroom mirror like she was writing an article for the prophet.

“You’re a lifesaver Georgie.”

“What are we hiding from?” Fred whispered, poking his head between the two just as George had done earlier. It garnered a similar reaction, with both jumping at the sound of his voice.

“Little miss chatterbox over there.” George sighed, slumping into the stool that laid behind the till.

“Oh yeah, it’s best to let her wear herself out when she’s like this.” Fred nodded, putting down the boxes he’d been carrying. “Has she mentioned paris yet?” He asked.

“How did you know?” Y/n gasped, eyeing him up suspiciously.

“Oh she cornered me earlier, honestly I thought I’d never get away-” He huffed at the memory, “I ended up knocking over a lamp just so I could have a reason to get away.”

Freddie handed a dustpan and brush to his brother.

“That reminds me, cleanup on aisle two.” He teased, giving George a playful smack on the back as he sloped off to reluctantly do Fred’s dirty work.

“You’re cruel,” The girl grinned, leaning into his side like it was second nature to them.

“Don’t deny it- you love it.”

She looked up at the man with a wide smile, one that he would have to dream of every night if it hadn’t been there beside him when he woke up that morning.

“I know we said casual-” The girl started, instilling a little fear in them both. “-so this isn’t me asking for a date, don’t worry. But there is somewhere we could go. She offered up with a hopeful look. “If you wanted to watch the stars, that is.”

Fred leant up against the back wall, his body about a head taller than the girl’s as he smirked down at her.

“Are you telling me that my beautiful roof isn’t enough for you?” He teased, clutching his heart like it had been stabbed by her words. “I’m hurt!” “Well- if you come with me then we can decide which is better, yeah?” She smirked and Freddie couldn’t help but give in to her perfect little face.

“Of course darling, oh- watch out, Ginny’s clocked us.”

Fred scurried away, ducking his head, and leaving the girl to fend for herschel against his sister’s constant stream of date ideas.

“Traitor!” She called after him, huffing in defeat when Ginny whipped out a dress catalogue, flicking through to show her all the pages she had marked. Where had she got that from?

Once the shop served it’s last customer, and the twins forcibly removed their little sister from y/n’s side, all three of them settled in for the night. George, being the secret granddad he truly was, went off to bed early with complaints of back pain. That only made the teasing easier.

“I was the one doing heavy lifting too!” Fred called after him from the kitchen, cleaning up their dirty plates.

“We are all painfully aware- given how often you mention it.” The girl laughed, rolling her eyes as he bared his teeth to her. “Play nice.” She sneered, jumping out of the way while the man tried to flick water onto her with his wand.

Once their miniature water fight ended with a truce, the girl wrapped her arms around Fred’s waist, nuzzling her head into his back with a comfortable hum. The man smiled to himself, one hand conducting the dishes before him and the other rubbing gently over her fingers.

“So,” He started, his voice rumbling through his body. “You gonna tell me where we’re going later?” “Nope, it’s a surprise.” She giggled.

“Or a kidnapping- it sounds like a kidnapping.” He insisted, teasing the girl as she spoke.

“I promise that I won’t kidnap you, especially since you and Georgie were kind enough to not be creeps when I moved in.”

“I wouldn’t speak too soon darling.” Fred warned, finally setting down his wand and grabbing her body to hold her properly.

She wrapped her legs around him, leaning back to get a good look at the man’s face.

“What?” He asked her.

“Nothing. I’m just looking.”

“Well, I don’t blame you.” He scoffed, planting soft kisses onto her cheeks and all over her face, basking in the squeaks of happiness that she made with each one.

It was well past midnight when the girl finally convinced Fred to leave the loft, their make out session having gotten a little heated once they moved it to the bedroom. At least this time one of them remembered to cast a silencing spell, the fear of another lecture from George becoming a real threat to the couple.

“I’m coming- chill out,” Fred laughed, seeing the girl waiting in the middle of the living room with a nervous tap in her feet. “Let me just grab a jacket.”

“I’m getting impatient Freddie,” She whined out, excited to show him her favourite spot.

The man chuckled as he took her hand, giving her one last look of pride before they disappeared from the loft with a flash of air. Y/n had never apparated before she left home, but the twins had been eager to teach her how, seeing as she had enjoyed it much more than the floo line.

“Where the hell is this place?” Freddie frowned when they landed in the middle of a wooded clearing, only the sound of rustling leaves to be heard around them. The man spun round, taking in the serenity of this place compared to the bustling city.

“This is Godstone cove,” The girl explained, taking his hand again and leading him through the woods, closer to where they could see the moon shining through the trees.

“This is a forest y/n.”

“I know this isn’t the cove, but there is one- come on!” She pulled him, still just as impatient as when she had been waiting for him to leave.

As the moon’s light became brighter, the trees began to dwindle away, revealing a small patch of patch in front of them. The water licked across it gently, barely making a sound. Fred stood watching the sky’s light ripple over the waves.

“Here we are.” She announced, taking a seat on the sand with a happy sigh. Fred followed suit, his eyes locked on the stars above them. She was right, it was a perfect place to watch them.

“How did you find this place?” He asked her, an arms fixed round her waist as they laid back on the sand.

“My aunt took me here when I was younger, it was the closest thing to a beach that I’d ever see.” “You never mentioned an aunt.” The man’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as if they didn’t want to disturb the peace all around them.

“I only knew her for a short time. She was my father’s sister and she was great, she’d always bring me presents and play with me- but she travelled a lot.” “Why did she leave?” It was like he already knew, he knew something had gone wrong.

“I don’t remember much about it-” She started, hesitantly, but still with a welcome smile on her face. Just the memory of her aunt, even the unpleasant ones, still filled her with warmth. “But she and my father got into an argument, a bad one, and she said something about leaving the country for good.”

“And your father didn’t like that?” “I think he hated the idea of being away from her, not being able to look after her when she needed it. Except it came out as hatred… which only pushed her away even more.” “I’m sorry y/n,” He held her closer, knowing that talking about her family had never come easy to the girl.

“She brought me here the day before she left, our last adventure, that’s what she’d told me.” Her little chuckle still sounded sad. “Then that was it, my parents never spoke of her again- even if I tried to bring her up, they would just tell me to forget her.”

The water sloshed against the small wooden pier beside them as they laid in each other’s arms.

“You know my family loves you.” Fred said, out of the blue.

“They’re all brilliant,” She beamed, thankful that they had brought her such kindness.

“Well then you don’t need anyone else, as long as you have us… and you always will.”

When the girl looked at him her eyes sparkled, maybe because of the stars, or maybe because of the threatening tears. But she didn’t care, she no longer wanted a family that outed her for being curious or one that planned her life to the day.

She had Fred, and that was all the girl could ever ask for.

“I love you.” The man blurted out, still staring deep into her soul. The girl went to respond, a few seconds later, to which he just interrupted. “-No, you don’t need to say it back, I don’t expect you to, I just wanted you to know- that’s all.”

“Freddie?” She asked with a grin, loving the way he rambled when he was nervous.

“Yes darling?” “I love you.”

The pair laid together for hours, watching the sun rise and drifting off to the sound of rippling water. Freddie watched her sleep for a while, the orange glow of the waking sky lighting up her cheeks as he stroked them.

When they finally awoke together it was early enough for them to head back to the loft and still get some rest before the day began. Freddie held her, still drowsy, in his arms and apparated them back to his room, vowing to return to Godstone cove with her again when they next got the chance.

George had woken them both at 8 o’clock, with a less than lovely song about them shagging. Despite the fact that by the time Fred and y/n had made it back, neither of them would have been conscious enough to do so. Still it worked to get them out of bed, even if it was to hit him into silence.

“Ron said he’s gonna drop by today, something about dinner at the burrow.” He explained, rubbing his messy hair from his face, ignoring the scowl’s that Freddie was sending him.

“Oh yeah Hermione wrote a couple days ago to tell me, said Ron keeps forgetting to let you guys know.” The girl explained, watching the toaster with hopeful eyes.

“So you knew as well?” Fred asked.

“And didn’t tell us either?” George finished.

Y/n just laughed and leant against the counter.

“Well then what would be the point of Ron?” She proposed, to which both men amazingly agreed. “Your poor siblings.”

“Hey, you’re practically part of the family, remember- don’t think you’re excused from our teasing.” Fred scoffed.

“God don’t I know it.” She groaned.

“Ahh y/n as part of the family,” George dramatically stated, “does that mean you’re sleeping with your sister now?” He asked his brother.

“Fucking hell Georgie-”

“What’s wrong with you!” “Disgusting!” They cried out, the girl barely needing to move in order to place a good whack on the back of his head.

The man grimaced but basked in the chaos his off handed comment had created.

“Don’t even say that, she’s my girlfriend for merlin’s sake!” Fred chimed, unknowing of what he’d just announced in front of the other two.

All of them froze, George holding his mug still in the air, the girl with her hand ready on the fridge door and Freddie gripping the cereal box in one hand. All the while contemplating asking Hermione if she could help him find another time turner, just so he could avoid this tense silence.

The toaster popped up, jump-starting all three of them again, as if they had been reset.

“I am?” The girl finally spoke up.

“W-well… unless you have a problem with that?” Freddie joked, half cursing himself for not being a little more serious.

“You can run now, it’s not too late.” George whispered, but to whom it was unclear.

“Shut up George!” Both of them responded regardless, making it very clear how the girl felt.

“I don’t have a problem with that, I love you… remember?” She smiled, a little glint in her eye as she did.

George groaned, throwing his head onto the table with a thud.

“I can’t take you two!” He cried out.

“Then get laid!” The girl said sweetly, catching them all off guard. “Come on you two, stop gawking and get downstairs, we’re gonna be late opening.”

The night that everyone gathered at the burrow had been a celebratory one of sorts. Molly Weasley had been over the moon to see Fred so happy with the girl, after the confirmation that Bill wasn’t upset about it of course, and Ginny was using up her last evening of getting drunk before she was back to practising for the quidditch world cup.

Everyone else humoured the occasion, which had ended with a pile of empty firewhiskey bottles and some pitchy karaoke from Arthur and George. It hadn’t been a surprise that they ended up back at the loft in a pile of limbs, none of them anywhere near sober enough to stay standing while they apparated home.

“Leave him!” Fred wheezed, seeing how his brother hadn’t waited a single second before falling asleep on the hard wooden floor of the living room. “You know he’s impossible to wake when he’s like this.” The girl giggled, but agreed, letting his leg hit the floor after trying to drag him to his room.

“Come on, I’m exhausted.” The man groaned, taking her hand.

“Yes well that’s because you and Harry insisted on having a race around the house.” “Which I won, I’ll have you know!”

“Only because you jelly-legsed Harry- that’s right, I saw you do it!” She accused, with a smug grin on her face.

“Let me have it, just this once?” He pleaded.

“Fine… I’ll be up in a minute, I wanna get some clean pyjamas from downstairs.” The man nodded at her words, silently stumbling up the set of stairs to his room.

Y/n chuckled to herself, giving George another nudge as she passed him and lit her wand to shine the way down through the shop. Her room was untouched, given that she barely spent any time in it now that she slept with Freddie most nights. A part of her felt bad, but it was sad being away from her boyfriend when he was just a short walk from her.

Once the lamp was switched on she saw the unfamiliar owl at the window, its little beak too quiet to be heard as it tried to tap on the glass. Hurriedly she opened it up, taking the letter from between its beak and frowning.

The hand in which the letter was written made the girl’s stomach drop immediately, a feeling of impending doom washing over her as she slipped the parchment from the envelope with shaky hands.

Y/n, this nonsense has gone on far too long. Your Father and I have spent months tracking you down, and if this letter EVER finds you then just know that we are extremely disappointed. Though I’m sure that is a fact you must be aware of already. We request you return home immediately, from wherever it is you are holed up. You are too young to be alone in this world, there are all sorts of people who wish to pray on you.

As if it is bad enough that you have run away like some sort of delinquent, you have put a stain on our family name. Forever more will we have the reputation that our daughter cannot be controlled, however do you wish to find a husband that way? Who would want you when you’ve already been exposed to the smog of a spinster’s life, absolutely no one respectable, that’s who.

Now you will come home at once or else we will have no choice but to take more forceful measures to make sure you’re returned to our care. This is non negotiable, you will be punished, I will see to it.

Mother.

Why hadn’t it been a howler? The girl wondered, peering over the words with her eyes unwilling to blink between each letter written down. She had heard about the punishment from the twins, of course, and presumed that she hadn’t received one because she was always home. Maybe her mother was trying to lull her into a sense of security, hoping she would take her advice and just go back home to be punished like it seemed to be her parent’s wishes. The twins could help her understand it better, the girl thought, well Freddie at least, seeing as he was the only one alive.

She grabbed a change of clothes, and held onto the letter, lighting the way once again with her wand when there was a knock on the shop’s front door. The girl turned, pointing her wand to a figure who stood outside, in the alley.

“Neville?” She asked, frowning at the man, who had a look of worry on her face. She neared the door, a polite smile on her face, despite the fact that it was the early hours of the morning and all she wanted was to sleep. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she opened the door.

“Oh god y/n… I’m- I’m so sorry.” He stuttered shakily, turning his head a little to reveal the man crouching down at the edge of the building.

The alley was dark and it was a struggle to see much, but y/n couldn’t miss the glint of silver that reflected the moon. It had been a quick flash of light, enough to draw her eyes down, where the man held a blade threateningly towards them both.

“Now now, don’t make a scene sweetie.”

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i promise that as soon as i’m done with they were roommates i will actually get round to all the shit i’ve been stalling because of it

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another update blah blah blah

you know the drill, it’s been an obscenely long time since my last update so now i must grace you with the SIXTH part of my (ever-growing) they were roommates series!!!!

read part six HERE

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they were roommates - part six

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

an: i apologise for how long it has taken me to update this series, i promise it has not been forgotten. after all the lovely messages complimenting this series, i wanted to make each new part just as perfect for you all so i’ve been dwelling over decisions etc... also! thank you, omg omg, for 900 followers, it’s mental it’s obscene, i genuinely squealed out loud when i saw. also thank you to everyone who continues to support my work, you are all my lifeline, hope you enjoy, love always <333

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It was late, but Fred couldn’t for the life of him shut off the constant flow of thoughts that plagued his mind as he laid awake in bed. That and the drilling sound of rain on the loft’s roof forced him to get up and pace around the kitchen while he waited for the kettle to boil.

With an old tea-stained between his two hands, the man perched on the back of the sofa to get a better view of muggle London's skyline. It hadn’t been until the girl had pointed out it’s beauty that he really stopped to give it a good look. Now since then he had discovered a newfound peace in watching the little cars run along the road, the twinkling lights ever changing and moving around. It was like the stars.

Fred had presumed the girl had slipped in earlier, knowing that he wouldn’t have heard it from all the way at the top of the building, so jumped quite a bit when the door to the loft opened behind him.

The girl seemed just as surprised to see him awake at such an odd hour, taking a step back in hesitation, her heels echoing on the wooden floorboards. Her hair was damp from the rain, but she still looked just as beautiful as when she left. As perfect as when he’d first seen her behind the bar at the leaky cauldron all those months ago.

“Can’t sleep?” She asked, kicking off her shoes and tiptoeing over to him with a small smile. He nodded, letting her settle herself beside him in a similar position. Her eyes lit up at the sight before them both, the orange glow reflecting onto her slightly flushed cheeks.

“Good night?” He braved, fearing the answer.

“It was… nice.” They nodded together, neither one of them sure of how to approach the subject of dating older brothers.

The silence grew on them, that previous tension rippling away as y/n rested her head on Fred’s shoulder. No doubt giving herself the chance to fully think over the last twenty four hours.

“It was just nice.” She finally sighed, her cold hands playing about with the hem of her dress.

“Really?” Fred was genuinely caught off guard by this, thinking back to how happy the girl and Bill had seemed together. The way both of them just clicked, it had to have worked out, right?

“Don’t get me wrong he’s lovely, and a true gentleman, but it was just that-” The man watched her face as she spoke, her eyes never leaving the lights. The girl knew if she looked over at him that she would break.

“Bill’s always been the perfect one,” Fred laughed lightly, taking a sip of his tea and offering it out to the girl. Her fingertips burnt against the heat of it as she took it, but it wasn’t even noticeable over the thoughts rushing through her head. “I’m surprised, I thought you two were really gonna work.”

Y/n wanted to scream out in frustration, hating the way that she played around with how she felt all because Bill was there and willing when Fred didn’t seem to be.

“So did I, but he just- he… he wasn’t…” Fred “It doesn’t matter.” She finished.

“He wasn’t what?” The man asked.

“It wasn’t what I expected… that’s all.” She lied.

In fact, her date with the older Weasley brother had gone exactly as she had expected it to do so after the break-in. When she finally realised that there was only one person who would risk everything for her, and he had been the one to look after her all day, selflessly.

She went on the date out of courtesy, knowing that it wouldn’t give her the kind of butterflies she got when Fred looked her in the eyes. Nothing else would, that was one thing she knew for certain. She also knew that she wanted to look at him more than anything, but held herself back a little longer.

“He feels the same,” That was true.

“Really? He does?” Fred cursed himself for sounding so excited, but the girl looked none the wiser. She nodded.

“We get on, that’s obvious, but I don’t think it’s anything more than simple attraction.”

The mug got passed between them until it ran dry, the man retreating back to the kitchen to make them another. He knew she had only said yes to stall them a bit longer, there was no way she wanted to go back into her room alone. So if she wanted to stay awake and chat with him a little longer, he would do so, it wasn’t like he was going to drift off anytime soon.

When he brought her a tea of her own she was stood up, facing the window and breathing slow, deep breaths. Not even the sound of the porcelain against the coffee table stirred her.

“Y/n?” He called to her, hushed, but she didn’t move. Fred frowned, walking over carefully as not to spook her. “You okay?” He placed a hand on her shoulder, waiting for a small squeal or a jump. But she was frozen on the spot. “You’re freezing.” He exclaimed, not having felt the way her skin had chilled from the rain.

“Freddie?” She asked, stopping him as he went to fetch her a blanket to warm up in. He stopped, moving closer again, seeing her face glowing orange against the lights once again.

“Yes?”

“Thank you…” It sounded like she was deep in thought, like her words were coming out before her head could even comprehend it.

“What for?” The man was confused, never having seen her zone out this way before.

Her head turned slightly, her glassy eyes meeting his after what felt like years. Fred felt his heart pause for a moment, without his doing, the sight before him was one that he wished to frame in a gallery for all to see. Yet it was just them in this silent moment, one that he longed to last forever.

“Everything…” It was a little more than a whisper, like a gentle plea. Her face leant closer, titing to fit perfectly against his. The man’s breath was stolen away in one brief second, as her lips locked onto his. It felt like seeing the sun after years of being in darkness, in fact, she felt like the warmth of sunlight against his skin as they touched.

Her cool hands reached for his neck, fingertips playing over him like they were dancing. The man sighed out in content, his own body finally kicking in and holding her waist with an intense grip. She felt like heaven, like his angel.

Freddie wanted it to last forever, he wanted her to last forever. But she jumped away, like the man’s lips had shocked her. The girl looked down at her feet, breathing heavily from the lack of air and staring at the floorboards as if they were bearing a message.

“I’m so sorry.” She groaned out. “It’s okay.” He tried to reassure her, but she backed away from him like she didn’t trust herself. That beautiful moment, those stolen moments that he had longed for, looked to be her biggest regret.

“I’m an idiot, god, you must-” “Y/n stop.” He reached out and rubbed the side of her arm carefully, bowing his head to look at her properly. But she didn’t dare look into his eyes again. She couldn’t risk it.

“It’s j-just been a long day,” She sighed, falling back onto the sofa and out of his reach.

She wavered as she spoke, her voice threatening to break into a string of sobs.

“Hey, hey, let’s get you to bed huh?” Fred’s voice was soothing, his smile comforting as he offered out a hand for her to take.

She went with him like a child who needed caring for, her footsteps slow and unbalanced as Fred took her up the small set of stairs to his room. He watched her get into his bed, still dressed in the outfit she’d left the loft in, and bury herself beneath the covers.

“I’ll be on the sofa if you need me,” He told her quietly, waiting by the door. The bedside lamp was still on, but it seemed like the girl wasn’t going to make any moves to change that, so he left it alone.

She nodded in response, her head facing the small window as the rain continued to fall down against it.

“That way if anyone tries to get in, they’ll need to fight me off first.” He joked, a small giggle sounding from the mass amounts of duvet around the girl’s head. Fred went to leave, a small voice stopping him.

“Freddie?”

“What is it darling?” The girl froze again, somewhat amazed that he wasn’t back to his unusually cold ways once again.

“Thanks, again… I won’t kiss you this time though- I promise.” She chuckled, her cheeks a little red as she sat up to face him in the doorway, a brave smile on her face even as while she felt like crying.

“You’re dangerous you know,” He scoffed, smiling sweetly. “Goodnight y/n.”

Fred thought it best that the girl rested up while he worked in the shop, leaving her to sleep in while George opened up. She had been confused, for a number of reasons, when she woke up in Fred’s bed still wearing her white dress.

It all came back to her. The unfulfilling date with Bill, the rain that she’d stood beneath as she saw a figure walk around in the loft above, the lights from the living room window, the kiss with fred.

“Oh you idiot!” She groaned again, reliving the moment that she’d realised how stupid she was being. He had spent the past week being a mute around her, and now she was dropping to her knees after one day of kindness. After all that, she had still thought there was a chance he liked her back.

She stumbled back to her room, still half-asleep, ignoring the way George frowned at her appearance as he served a customer on the tills. The room was still cluttered from the break-in, glass on the floor and a shattered lamp by the bed.

It had felt like a cage at the time, trapped in those stranger’s arms, but as she waved her wand and watched the mess disappear before her eyes, the memories didn’t seem all that constant anymore.

The girl looked into the small wardrobe, her collection of clothes barely filling it half-way, and picked out a black skirt and white shirt to pull on.

“Damn.” She looked in the mirror, her only bra’s black fabric showing through the button up. “Suppose I was too cold anyway.” The girl shrugged, grabbing a sweater vest and pulling it over the top.

“Scourgify.” She whispered, too behind on the day to waste time with a shower.

She was sitting on the small chair at her desk, pulling on a pair of boots so that she could leave the room and finally face the day with what little respect she had left for herself. But as her head lifted she spotted her pile of blank parchment stacked on the table before her.

The twins wouldn’t even notice her absence a few minutes more as she scratched out a quick letter, the girl decided, dipping her quill into the golden ink pot her father had gifted her one childhood birthday. It was one of the only things they had given her that she felt important enough to run away with.

Her thoughts felt rushed as she wrote, but all the same she didn’t hesitate to make her point very clear. Dear Bill, had felt appropriate, given that she praised him so highly in her mind. He was the perfect match, handsome and kind, and an all-round gentleman. But he wasn’t her perfect match, a fact that she was certain he already knew.

The final signature of her name was shaky, and full of nerves as it finally hit her that she was back to square one. Still confused, still wondering, and still somewhat alone.

George smiled widely when the girl reappeared from her bedroom, wearing a fresh set of clothes, and looking a bit more aware of everything as she approached him.

“Morning,” He grinned, leaning against the counter like he was expecting something from her. “Did you just get in?” He asked, regarding her previous outfit.

“No, I slept in Fred’s bed- where’s your owl I need to send a letter.”

The man almost choked on his sip of coffee, struggling to find the right words as she looked around for the bird that often perched on the higher shelves.

“You slept with Fred?” He gasped, but the girl wasn’t concentrating on him as she walked off, the envelope gripped between her two fingers.

Fred was busy looking over some invoices, and didn’t spot her pass by, so George dragged him over to the counter, where they were free of customers for the moment.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, pulling his brother closer as the girl wandered around nearby.

“Jesus George, what are you on about- let go of me.” He swatted the man’s hand away, taking a few hesitant steps away.

“You slept with y/n?” He accused him.

“No-” “Well she said she slept in your bed.”

“Yeah, I was on the sofa though. Just figured she wouldn’t want to be in her room after the other night, you know.”

George nodded slowly, choosing to believe his brother. After all, he would have been able to tell if the two of them actually had slept together, because fred would be jumping around the shop instead of walking.

“Is she okay?” Fred asked his brother, finally seeing her for the first time that morning, as she watched their owl fly out the open window.

“Not sure, she seemed a bit distracted this morning, how was she last night? Did she mention how the date went?” George wanted to know every detail, preferably from the girl herself, but it was obvious that would be harder than expected given that she had barely acknowledged their previous conversation.

“She said it was nice.” Fred told him. “Then she kissed me.”

“She what!” George’s voice was nothing shy of a yell, catching the attention of a small group of kids browsing their newest stock of screaming yo-yos.

“Keep it down will you?” His brother dragged him further behind the counter, out of sight of the girl, who hadn’t moved from her spot since her letter had been taken off into the sky.

“What about Bill- does he- oh god he’s gonna kill you!” George rambled, seemingly going through all stages of grief. If he had thought things were complicated for his twin before, this new information was sure to rock the boat.

“She’s not sure about Bill, I don’t think she had the best time on their date - and besides,” He peeked around the corner, making sure no one was going to walk into the middle of their hushed conversation. “-I don’t think the kiss meant much to her.” George’s face dropped. He hadn’t thought about Fred, or how it would bother him. His twin didn’t seem visibly annoyed by any of it, but he knew it would crush him to be toyed with by the girl he was so obviously infatuated with.

“So she doesn’t like Bill, and she doesn’t want you either?” “It’s not that simple Georgie.” Fred sighed, backing away and leaning up against the cool wall behind them. “It was pretty sudden, she probably wasn’t even thinking straight.”

“But-” “People are allowed to make mistakes, we can’t be annoyed because she messed up one time.” He explained, turning to leave.

“Freddie, you’re not the-” “I know.” He lied. He was the mistake.

For the rest of the day all three of the workers kept to themselves, finding solitary jobs to do to pass the time whenever the stream of customers died down. George knew he couldn’t say anything to the girl, presuming that she too had enough to deal with, but part of him resented her for putting Freddie through so much pain. Not that she even knew it.

It was dark when they finally closed up, the autumn season bringing with it shorter days of sunlight. Fred was busy in their office sorting out orders and George was counting up the day’s earnings, while y/n tidied shelves all around her.

The redhead could see how her eyes drifted to the same window she had watched out of earlier that morning, most likely expecting a response from whoever it was she had written to.

“I’ll meet you upstairs,” He came up behind her, the sound of his voice a surprise to the girl as she tensed up slightly. The man gave her a sympathetic smile as she nodded. “I’m cooking dinner tonight by the way, so um- bring the fire extinguisher will you?” He chuckled, a pang in his chest when she smiled weakly.

He had no real reason to hate her, especially since Freddie was forgiving of her moment of weakness. If he could be okay with it, then George would be to. It was as simple as that.

The man had been cooking for all of five minutes when his twin came to join him, offering to help out given that the girl would most likely not be up until the owl returned. They worked away in shared silence, the faint radio doing wonders to break the possible tension in the air.

George was pouring out a bottle of wine into three glasses when the girl padded into the kitchen, her big boots forgotten and a thick cardigan wrapped around her sunken frame. The two men stopped in their tracks at the sight of a piece of parchment between her fingers.

“I thought I should let you both know- because he’s your brother- and well, you deserve to know. But, there’s nothing between Bill and I anymore.” She croaked out, making it obvious that she had been crying.

“Oh- darling,” George whispered, reaching out on instinct for her to sink into his arms. It was strange, hearing it from Fred had filled him with so much anger, but then seeing how upset she was about it changed everything. Her body felt small against him, like she had sunk into the ground with every step up to the loft.

There was a small sob from the girl, almost incoherent, before she leant back and wiped her eyes dry, putting on her best smile and sighing.

“It’s okay, everything’s fine- it’s for the best.” She told them, laughing lightly at the way Fred held out the wine to her, unsure what else would help in that moment with his brother already comforting the girl.

The subject of Bill was avoided for most of the night, as they ate dinner together and finished off another couple bottles of wine between them as if things were normal again. George, of course, acted like the true older brother he was and did all he could to make sure y/n was cared for.

Fred took the backseat, letting her be doted on like a child with scraped knees, in fact it was a similar scene to when their own mother could comfort them when they were younger. That must have been where George got it from.

After a while Fred’s other half passed out on the back of the sofa, half-empty glass of wine still in hand. The girl chuckled, her mind still on other things as they kept quiet as not to wake the sleeping man.

“You tired?” Fred whispered, his legs slumped onto the coffee table. The girl just shook her head, the smile on her face fading as she realised that was the first time he’d spoken to her directly all evening.

The man stood up, taking an unopened bottle from the table and nodded towards the door.

“What?” She asked, hesitant to follow.

“I wanna show you something.” He smiled sweetly, slipping a pair of shoes on and heading for the loft door.

He disappeared into the darkness, the faint sound of the girl’s questioning tone following him out to the shop landing.

“Where are you going?” She asked, seeing him push back the curtain that turned left at the top of the stairs, instead of right into the loft. “I thought there wasn’t anything back here.”

“There isn’t, just a load of junk.” He told her, talking normally now that george was out of earshot. “But at the end of this hallway,” He flicked his wand, letting the small ball of light show the way, “-there’s a ladder.” “Fred, can you just tell me what’s going on.” “No freddie?” He frowned childishly, his face cast into a shadow.

“Huh?” “You always call me freddie, why not now?” The girl blushed at the way he picked up on a habit even she had failed to notice all this time, shoving his shoulder in an attempt to distract him.

“Because you’re leading me down a creepy hallway, possibly to kill me, in the middle of the night.”

Fred scoffed, ignoring her to climb a few rungs up the ladder.

“Well if I took you in the daytime,” He stopped climbing. “Then the view wouldn’t be so good now would it?” The man smirked.

“What view?”

One hand reached up above his head, the small bit of light from his wand revealing a trap door. Fred pushed it open, the stars above them shining down as he stuck his head out the top.

“This view!” He announced, jumped out of the trap door and onto the roof, leaning down to offer a hand for the girl below. Her jaw hung open in awe as she caught her footing on the top of the building, the sight of the city even further below taking her breath away.

“I knew you’d like it,” Freddie laughed, sitting at the edge and pulling open the wine bottle. Behind him, the girl’s eyes shone.

“Why haven’t you ever mentioned this place?” She was still in shock, the roof couldn’t even be seen from the alley below them, it was so high up.

“It’s sort of my secret, even from George.” “You haven’t told him? Surely he must know about it?” She laughed, taking a seat beside him and drinking from the bottle he offered out to her.

“Well I stumbled across it the day we moved in, we had no use for that weird hallway so neither of us bothered to do anything with it. We only found out about it when we got a leak, and George made me go up here and fix it.”

“Still, he knows the roof is here.” She scoffed, leaning into his side as the sight before her became hypnotising against his words.

“Of course, except he thinks it’s smashed to pieces and basically too dangerous to venture onto.” Fred explained.

“Why would he think that?” “Because that’s what I told him, duh.” He shook her one shoulder, leaving an outstretched arm around her as she rested against him so naturally.

“You really are cruel Fred Weasley.” She laughed.

Fred looked down, not trying to catch her eye, but just to take her all in as they basked in this beautiful moment. He had missed her laughter, even if it had only been a short amount of time, and hearing it again felt like a wave of calm washing over him.

The pair of them stayed up on that roof all night, their legs swinging off the side of the building until y/n fell asleep slumped against Fred. The man decided it was best to let her lay down away from the edge, just in case she slumped too far forward and fell.

He watched her sleep for a few moments, then laid on his back beside her and watched the stars as they twinkled above them. The girl beside him murmured in her sleep, something he had noticed when she had slept under his watch after the break-in.

At the time he had assumed it was just because she was having nightmares, but now he was close enough to catch passing words as they fell from her dainty lips.

Sorry… I can’t …. Please d-don’t

“Y/n,” He whispered, shaking her shoulder slightly. “Come on, let’s go inside.” “Not yet.” She mumbled back, rolling onto her back and breathing a few heavy breaths.

He let her watch the sky in silence, fearful that he would break her moment of solace with any stupid statement.

“I wrote to Bill.” She said, her gaze unmoving.

“Oh- right…” “It was his reply that I had earlier, that’s why I was - you know.”

“Of course, I’m sorry about all that.” Fred didn’t want to pry any further, but the girl wanted him to know.

“I don’t think either of us really expected things to be so- just okay-” “I get that,” The man nodded.

“He wasn’t right for me, and I wasn’t right for him either- it’s just hard to admit it.”

The skin on her hand was cold as she reached for fred’s, slipping their fingers together gently as she spoke.

“It’s funny really- he said something in his letter about you.” She chuckled, finally looking over at the man who couldn’t take his own eyes off of her.

“Oh god, I can’t imagine it was anything good.” He scoffed, smiling at her rosy cheeks.

“Actually… he said he thinks we might be a good match.”

“Did you-” “No, I didn’t tell him a-about the kiss.” She seemed ashamed again, the same way she had the night it had happened.

“So he just has this feeling about us?” Fred asked, an air of disbelief in his words.

The girl laid her head back again, nestling into the man’s side and looking up again as they hid out on the highest point of the alleyway. Bill had to be right about them.

Y/n hadn’t met many people in her lonely life but she knew that, as Fred held her close, no one else compared to the way he made her feel. She would give up everything if it meant just one more night of staring up at the stars with him at her side.

“I think he’s right.” The deep voice beside her spoke, with searing pride.

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Hi! I just want to say I found your account and I’m obsessed. Your writing is art and I literally am binge reading your fics!! 💓💓

this is so nice omg 🥺🥺🥺 i cannot believe you think my work is art ahhh ❣️i hope you like them all, also which is your fav <333

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they were roommates update

hi guys !!

just posted the fifth part to the ‘they were roommates’ series which you can read HERE

i also wanted to say thank you so so much for 800 followers, the amount of people sending me compliments and sweet messages it’s so nice <333

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they were roommates - part five

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

an: this is crazy that as i’m posting this i’m already past 800 followers, thank you guys so so much !! hope you enjoy this ever growing series <333

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Fred wasn’t being particularly mean with y/n, it was more that he was just avoiding her a lot more than usual. And now she had started noticing, George too, as he started hiding away in his room whenever he got a chance. They had tried asking him to watch a movie after dinner, or go and visit the other shops in the alley, but he would always decline. By now, his claims of tiredness or headaches were getting old and y/n started grilling the other twin about why Freddie wasn’t the same.

“Is he mad about Bill, was it out of line for me to say yes to the date- since i’m living here and all. Oh god, I suppose that would make things awkward if it didn't work out with Bill and I” she rambled on, to which George almost laughed.

He knew it was most likely the opposite. The girl agreeing to date Bill had caused much more tension that she realised. The man knew his twin was just trying to distance himself, if he was hurt by it all, but it was becoming too obvious now.

The day before y/n’s date, Ginny had come by to whisk her off to the dress shop, insisting that she must wear something new. George had slipped some money into the girl’s bag when she wasn’t watching, knowing his little sister would try to cover the cost herself.

Fred had been fine, manning the till with his usual cheery persona, almost as if he could only be himself when the girl wasn’t around. George had just about seen enough of it, and decided it was about time they really talked about it.

The last customer had just gone, leaving them in an eerily quiet, as only the sound of people passing by could be heard.

“What’s up with you?” George stated, not wasting any time. His brother barely looked up at him as he tried to busy himself.

“Nothing-” “Leave it out, just tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” He sniffed, rubbing the back of his neck. He wanted to say everything, to spill to his replica about all the pain his own feelings have caused.

But he knew it would end with a harsh, I told you so.

“Then why are you avoiding y/n… if it’s nothing.”

“I’m not avoiding her!” George could see the way his eyes were raw, void of any feeling.

“You refuse to be in the same room as her for more than a few minutes, you don’t even eat with us anymore!”

“I’m just tired a lot, and I’m not really hungry anymore-” He tried to make out that he didn’t understand it either, like he was under some sort of curse.

“I hear you, when you think we’re all asleep, sneak into the kitchen- are you really that desperate to avoid her that you starve yourself until she’s gone.”

Fred hung his head in defeat, finally feeling that blow to his stomach. Because in his mind, yes, he was that desperate to get over her that he would genuinely do anything. Even if it meant hurting himself.

“She’s worried about you Freddie,” George came over, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, showing more concern than anger. That was all it took for him to crack.

“I can’t stop it, I can’t not want her anymore- I’m trying George, I r-really am.” His voice wavered, like he was tired of keeping it down all this time.

“Then tell her, don’t just-” “I can’t get in their way George, it’s wrong.” He sighed.

“But you cou-”

“If she likes Bill, which she must do to some extent, then who am I to stand in their way?”

The two brothers stood in the dimming shop, the sun’s light going down over the alley outside. Fred was spent of emotion, having had enough nights of crying to last him a lifetime. George knew he was right, that trying to get between Bill and y/n would only make him the bad guy, but it hurt to see him this hurt by a girl.

“This is all I can do, just take a step back and let it happen.”

“And what about you? When do you start being yourself again?” George asked. “When it stops hurting.”

As the girl returned to the loft; Fred, on cue, disappeared to his room and didn’t come out until later that night when they were all asleep. It was late, as the girl had been particularly excited about the next day and stayed up chatting with George.

She had gushed over her new dress, exclaiming how her and Ginny’s taste were so similar that the whole day had been perfect.

“I think she wants to teach me how to ride a broom, but I’m not sure I’d have any sort of instincts for it.” The girl had laughed.

“Maybe let us show you how instead, Ginny can get a bit brutal on a broom, and we need you in one piece.” The girl fell back into the sofa, George’s outstretched arms enveloping her in a tight squeeze.

“What’s up chick?” He asked, feeling her sink back a little.

“He’s still mad isn’t he?” Her voice was hushed as she looked up at Freddie’s bedroom door. “That’s why he keeps hiding,” “He’s grumpy- that’s all.” George lied, knowing his brother could look past the insult just this once, for her sake.

“It’s my fault isn’t it?”

“Of course no-” “Has he said anything to you?” She pleaded, her eyes longing to know the truth as she finally turned to look up at him.

The man wasn’t sure what to tell her, and it was hard enough to lie already.

“Yes.” He decided on. “But it’s all gonna be okay, you don’t need to worry.” The girl nodded along, not quite convinced with his answer but satisfied that he wasn’t going to elaborate just yet. So she got up, gave him a quick hug, and excused herself to bed with the reasoning that they had yet another long shift before her date tomorrow.

George just smiled, watching the girl leave, and looked up at Fred’s door when he heard a quiet click. The man stood behind it, warily watching down on the loft.

“She’s gone.” He told her, “You can come down.” Fred nodded, padding down the small set of steps, and stopping in front of his brother awkwardly.

“You want something to eat? I made enough for you, it’s in the fridge.” He asked him, to which the other twin just shook his head, understandably not up for a chat this evening.

“I- I was gonna go for a walk.” He struggled out, with a hoarse voice.

“Now? Isn’t it a bit late?”

“Only around the alley, I won’t be long.”

George just nodded, there was no point stopping him, so he watched him grab a jacket and head out of the loft to the shop floor. His footsteps were careful and quiet, as he tried not to draw the girl’s attention as she laid in her room alone.

Fred enjoyed the air, he now realised, more so at night as he wandered through the deserted alley alone. It was cold, freezing almost, which made him shudder even though he’d pulled on the thickest coat he owned.

The loft was becoming like a prison for him, one he’d put himself in, as he confined himself to the four walls of his room every evening. George’s words from earlier that day played through his mind, one bit sticking out uncontrollably, as hard as he tried to ignore it.

She’s worried about you freddie

Was the girl really worried about him? He wanted nothing more than to be fine, even if it was for her, he wanted to reassure her that nothing was wrong. But Freddie didn’t want to lie to the one girl he truly loved.

He couldn’t hear anyone nearby, but the man couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched somehow. He stayed alert, looking down every passageway he followed until he was sure that it was purely paranoia.

By the time he got home, he had been expecting no one awake with the hopes that he could slip back up to bed unnoticed. But her light was on, he could see so the second he stepped back into the shop. The door behind him made a noise as it shut, making him jump.

Fred moved quickly, grabbing his keys and locking it so he could be gone before she came to see what was going on. He heard her voice call out as he passed by her room, a gentle and questioning tone, but he just ignored it and started up the stairs praying that he hadn’t scared her at all.

When he finally got into bed his heart was racing, louder than any faint noise that was made throughout the loft, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm himself down. All the while his head reminded him of how much of a wimp he was being.

The small burst of adrenaline tired him out, the second he closed his eyes all of his worries were forgotten. He forgot about her, he forgot about Bill, he forgot about the shop, but most of all he forgot about the wards that he hadn’t set when he came back in.

The jolt scared Fred awake.

“Hey!” George hissed above him, a hand on his shoulder. For a second he thought he’d been woken up in the middle of a nightmare, sweaty and breathing heavily.

A smashing noise from the shop caught both of their attention, the half-asleep man now well awake and reaching for his.

“Someone's downstairs!” George exclaimed, still in a hushed tone, wasting no time heading out into the living room. Fred grabbed a shirt and pulled it on, following his brother without hesitation.

They opened the loft door carefully, moving slowly as not to alert the intruders.

“What about y/n?” Fred asked, the girl momentarily slipping his brother’s mind as they stood at the top of the stairs.

A blood-curdling scream sounded. That was it, before George could even react to the sound, Fred was pushing past him, running down the stairs with reckless abandon. He didn’t care who was down there, or what they were capable of doing. She was alone, she needed them.

“FRED!” George shouted after him, following him down to the shop just in time to see his brother dodge a curse from someone else hiding behind a shelf as he raced to y/n’s bedroom. He brandished his own wand, aiming it at wherever the spark had flown from, and saw movement.

“Locomotor mortis!” He cried out, hearing the stranger’s body slam to the ground as his legs bound together. Another figure rushed past his peripheral vision, leaving it unsure as to how many assailants Fred had left him to deal with.

“Fred come here, there’s more!” He tried, but knew his brother was tied up with the girl.

“Y/n!” Fred shouted as he entered her bedroom, praying he’d made it in time. She sat upon her bed, still dressed in her pyjamas, with a man holding her down. His hand was placed over her mouth, her muffled screams useless as she writhed beneath his hold.

“Let her go!” He demanded, holding his wand out threateningly.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, whatever hex you try will only hurt her more.” The man sneered, pulling her closer to him with a dirty grin. The girl grimaced, and Fred could hear the way she tried to scream out his name. Her eyes begged for him to save her.

The man stood up, dragging her to her feet along with him. But Fred held his ground, refusing to move even a step back from them.

“I know who you are,” He started, his yellow teeth bearing. “All of you Weasleys, really don’t know how to protect the things you love.” Fred knew he meant the shop, but he couldn’t help but stare at the girl in this grotesque man’s arms.

“Let her go, now!” His arm was outstretched, his voice booming with anger. He would have killed him on the spot if he hadn’t heard George cry out for him.

“Fred!” They all jumped at the noise, the girl catching Fred’s eyes quickly and giving him a small nod. He wasn’t sure what she meant, until she pulled hard at the man’s arms, catching him off guard. It wasn’t enough to free herself, but she threw her head back, smacking his nose.

“You bitch!” He groaned, stumbling back and taking her with him. Fred gave up trying to aim hexes and lunged for him, managing to gain control over the man and throwing enough blows to his face that the grip he had on y/n broke and she crawled away.

“Petrificus totalus!” He shouted, stunning the fighting man still and sighing in relief as he froze up beside her bed. She watched him from across the room, cowering against her wardrobe with a hesitant look in her eyes, her eyes that were covered in tears. Silent tears.

“Fred,” She whispered, finally seeing his face again when he turned to look at her. The man saw the way she curled her body up, knees pressed tightly against her chest in fear. It was quiet, every sound louder than it should have been against the silence, as Fred got up and approached her calmly, like she was a scared animal.

George rushed in, out of breath and sporting a few scratches along his forearms. Nothing that couldn’t be ignored when he knew both his brother, and their closest friend, were safe. One glance at the ground, where the other twin sat, told him they needed to be alone.

“I’ll sort this out.” George spoke quietly, dragging the body out as quickly as he could.

“Thanks.” Fred whispered, but y/n kept her mouth shut, stunned into silence by the sight of the vile man.

The silent tears broke into heavy sobs, her whole body shaking in shock as Fred did all he could to hold her crumbling form upright against himself. It broke his heart, just to think about how scared she must have been… or still was. He could hear what it was doing to her, but he would never understand. He wanted to understand, he wanted more than anything to keep her safe. He wanted her.

Neither one of them moved for the better part of an hour, with waves of tears coming and going as the events of that night played over the poor girl’s mind. But no matter what, Freddie never tried to move her, or let go, he could feel the way her hands clung to him as he shielded her face from the room. That beautiful room which was forever tainted with the unsavory memory of screaming and begging.

“Do you want to sleep?” He finally spoke, his voice dry after they’d just held one another all that time. The girl shook her head, still buried in his chest.

“Are they still out there?” She asked.

“I think so, but the aurors will be by to take them away.” “I’ll wait.”

The thought of seeing any of them laying there, on their perfect shop floor, made the girl’s stomach churn. Freddie was safe, he was comforting, he was the only thing holding her in one piece right now.

The little window that sat near the top of her bedroom wall began to let the sunrise in, a small ray of light that reflected onto her bedside table. The man watched it flicker over her few possessions that she kept close to her, some he didn’t recognise. And others were little gifts he and George had given her over the fleeting weeks that the girl had graced them with her bright presence. He wished that would come back.

After George came to tell them it was cleared up, Fred took the girl up to the loft, lifting her effortlessly from the ground and letting her curl up against him as he walked. He knew she wouldn’t want to stay in that room much longer, and definitely not alone.

“Here we go,” he let out a sigh, setting her down on the sofa. She seemed out of place now that he wasn’t holding her like a broken child, and Fred could tell. “Do you need a drink?” He asked. The girl shook her head. “Okay, I’m going to make coffee-” Y/n seemed nervous, her eyes tracing the room as if something was going to pop up from beneath the floorboards. “Do you wanna come help?” She nodded, a glimpse of a smile wavering on her face as he held her hand again.

She sat quietly in the kitchen, watching the man move around calmly, making sure his hands were busy the entire time. Still, he would give her a quick look, just to check that she was alright.

“Are you tired?” Fred asked her.

“A little.”

“Come on then?” With a mug in one hand, and hers in the other, he led her up to his room where he had spent all those days hiding away from her.

It was dark, but cosy, covered in deep blues with the occasional moving poster on the walls as the girl gazed around in sedated awe. She had never seen his room, the occasion not having come up until this moment. Then she remembered why she was there in the first place.

“Get comfy.” he smiled, pulling back the covers for her and standing awkwardly as she curled beneath them.

“Can you stay… Please freddie?” the girl’s voice called out, a sound that he had missed, as he went to leave. It took a few seconds for him to react, nodding assuredly and dragging his desk chair to sit beside where she laid down.

Her smile appeared, soft and gentle, and so heartbreaking. There was no need for her to smile, but she still did for him, just for him. One of her hands peeked out of the covers as he watched her silently, tentatively reaching for his, that hung beside him so she could play with his fingers.

That was how she drifted off, her hands interlocked with his with a familiar warmth that reminded Freddie just how perfect she was. Her face was soft, pressed against the pillow, her nose twitching every now and then like she was fighting an itch. The man thought it adorable.

When the sleeping angel woke, it was from a nightmare, her screams stopping abruptly when she realised that no one was going to hurt her. Fred had rushed to her aid as soon as she stirred, sitting on the bed and holding her close as she let out a few tears of relief.

He hushed her, one hand stroking her hair. The girl asked if he could keep hugging her, to which he agreed of course, taking place beside her on the bed and letting her fold into his body. Her arms wrapping around him tightly as if he was a teddy bear. He would do anything for her, he thought as she bounced in and out of sleep, mumbling incoherent questions as not to bore him.

“You can sleep if you need darling.” He chuckled deeply, the vibration rippling through his chest and onto her head. She nuzzled deeper, liking the comfort it brought, and shook her head.

“I don’t want to sleep again,” He knew what she really meant, she didn’t want to sleep because she didn’t want to dream.

“Okay then…”

Moments later a small tone began playing on Fred’s beside table, waking them both momentarily. The man scrambled for his wand, flicking it towards the alarm clock and settling back down with a sigh.

“We need to get up.” The girl groaned, trying to move from his hold, unsuccessfully.

“The shop’s closed today.” He reassured her, keeping her body in place. “Just rest up.” The girl giggled at the way he encoppassed her so easily and fell complacent beneath his arms.

“But, surely we should-” “This is all you need to do darling, George has it handled okay?”

Y/n liked the way he spoke to her, his muffled voice like a soothing hum when she could hear it deeper against his chest. The girl blushed at the way he called her darling, used to hearing it from George but never from Fred. After thinking that Fred was pissed off with her, this proved that was far from the truth.

“You don’t have to go, I’m sure Bill would understand.” Fred tried to explain casually, not wanting to show how much he disliked the idea. He handed the girl, who sat cross legged on his bed, a plate of toast even after she’d urged him not to.

“Thanks,” She mumbled, taking a mousy bite. “I shouldn’t cancel, not really.”

“You’ve been through a lot, y/n.” He was looking her in the eye, sat on the chair beside the bed again. Fred wanted to say more, try and tell her it was a bad idea, but that was just cruel. It was her decision.

“It would only disappoint him, and I don’t want to do that to Bill.” The girl nodded, as if she had made her mind up. All the man could do was mirror her, finally understanding that maybe things weren’t going to change just because he willed them to.

“That’s fine, but I’ll send him an owl and let him know what’s happened… in fact I should tell everyone at the burrow too.”

He busied himself at his desk, trying to ignore the ever growing pain in his heart as he wrote out both letters. Behind him, y/n just watched his back tense every now and then.

“Are you okay?” She asked him, and his body froze again, as if he was in pain.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said in an oddly cheery tone. She felt stupid for asking.

“Just a lot going on I suppose…” Her voice trailed off as she got more embarrassed.

“It’ll be okay from now on.” He told her.

But something deep down was wrong. Despite his optimistic words, and the fact that he was actually okay being in the same room as her, y/n could tell that things between her and Fred had changed.

It wasn’t worth bringing up, she told herself over and over, chanting herself to sleep once again as Fred left the room to send off the letters. Her eyes were closed when he returned and he let out a deep sigh.

The girl wanted to wince at how exhausted he sounded. She had done this to him, somehow, and now he had to be nice to her just because of the break-in.

“I’m sorry I never said anything.” The man whispered, a hand reaching to stroke the hairs that fell over her face. He wished she was awake, but he was too much of a coward to ever admit how he felt to her. Especially not when she was so willing to see Bill.

The day passed by, filled with plenty of naps, and soon enough nightfall was upon the trio. The girl had gone to shower, leaving Fred to make his bed in her absence. He wanted nothing more than to just sleep through it all, close his eyes and forget all about her. That way he would never feel this heartbreak again.

George stood in the doorway.

“You alright mate?” He asked, making his brother jump a little as he rearranged the pillows.

“Oh- god- yeah I’m fine.”

“Do you um- wanna talk about-” “You know what, I really don’t wanna talk at all.” Fred sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He was too tired to fight about it again. “I just want to ignore it, and let it pass, and get on with my life.” “It’s not too late you know.” “It most definitely is Georgie, she’s out there getting ready to leave.” He hissed, hearing the bathroom door open again.

There was a flash of white, it caught Fred’s attention as he stood in front of his brother. He frowned when she called out for them.

“Where are you guys?” It had been a harmless question, but both twins rushed out of the room. “There you are,” She chuckled nervously, brushing her dress down.

The dress. The one that Fred wanted to look at for hours, but also wished he had never seen at all. The girl stood still, her fingers playing with the hem that stopped at her thighs. It had embroidered flowers all over it, and sleeves that looked like tiny wings on her arms. She was an angel. Fred was speechless, unaware that George had filled the silence with compliments while he just nodded.

The fireplace roared green, all of them turning to see Bill burst into the living room with worry all over his face. He ran to the girl first, engulfing her in a hug as she just laughed.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” He spoke into the top of her head, lovingly.

“That’s okay.”

He gushed over her, making her tell him she was okay about forty times before they even thought about leaving. Only when the girl pointed out that they were gonna be late for their reservation did Bill bid the boys goodbye and take her hand with a proud smile.

This is good, Fred told himself. They’re happy together. She’s happy, and that’s what she deserves. Nothing else matters.

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