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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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Imagine sucking on a lollipop all day to tease Fred but you act like you don’t know what you’re doing and he eventually gets too worked up and ends up fucking you real hard. Maybe you also put on your old school uniform and tease him. Basically some light ddlg with daddy Freddie

JEALOUS POSSESSIVE SEX WITH FRED!!!!

It could be a headcannon or blurb- whatever you want- but can it be with a fem!reader please 💕

I combined these two requests :)

a/n: i jUST REALIZED I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MAKE IT DDLG WITH DADDY FRED OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY. I’ll write a separate ddlg, daddy kink piece for you, i am so sorry ☹️

Cherry Lollipops and Pleated Skirts

F.W. X FEM!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, slight exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, slight praise, dom!Fred, sub!reader, UNEDITED

No one expected the show to be so busy on a random Friday, but it was busting at the seams. Since the doors were opened at eight o'clock this morning, people had been piling into the shop and stealing your boyfriend's attention along with his twins.

At first, you understood the shop was important and you'd rather business be booming than have their dreams fall apart... but six hours of Fred not even having the time to spare you glance has catalyzed a faint change of heart.

You need him.

The flat above the shop- where you live with Fred and George- was incredibly boring without the boys. You had half a mind to throw caution to the wind, Fred's rules be damned, and use your own hand to get yourself to cum.

Fred had been beyond cruel with his early morning teasing, both of you assuming it would be a light work day and he'd find time to sneak off so you two could go at. At this point you were sure Fred was so busy he forgot about the predicament he left you in, you couldn't blame him- you wanted to- but you couldn't so you decided it would be best to subtly remind him.

You pulled out your old Hogwarts skirt and white button up shirt, with the skirt barely fitting as an appropriate garment to wear out in public. Your hips, thighs, and ass had all filled out as you blossomed into mid adulthood much to your-and Fred’s- pleasant surprise. The dark grey pleated skirt went just below the curve of your ass and brushed the tops of your thighs. The shirt still fit roughly the same, you tucked it into the skirt and left the top few buttons open revealing the soft skin of your chest along with a dark purple love bite peaking out from just under the limp collar.

You made your way down to the shop, a skip in your step as you thought out a plan. The hard candy and lollipop section was just a few feet away from the stairs leading to the upstairs flat, the stairs you were descending, and they were exactly what you were looking for. Picking up a cherry lollipop- you had convinced the twins to bring in a few muggle sweets to the shop- you unwrapped it as you walked over to the till and delicately placed it in your mouth.

"Should I even ask?" George laughed as he took the seven sickles you held out to him.

You shrugged, "You really wanna know?"

He shuddered making you smirk, "You're right. Last I saw him he was by the pepper imps."

The butterflies of anticipation multiplied as you gave George a beaming smile before turning to walk toward the pepper imps.

"And I'd like to keep my shop up and running, so please no funny business in the store."

You shot him a wink over your shoulder before sauntering over to where Fred was. The pepper imps were towards the front of the store but still tucked away in a corner, and as you neared them you could see a crouched Fred looking through the shelves and writing down on his clip board. You took a minute to look him up and down, his hands holding the pen and board making the items look ridiculously toy like, and his bent knees crouching position immediately drew your eyes to the curve of his butt. Averting your eyes from his backside, your gaze followed the lines of his forearms. He had his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and the writing caused his arm to flex every so often making you almost drop the cherry flavored sucker from your mouth.

Gently shaking your head and moving the lollipop from one side of your mouth to the other, you brought yourself back to reality and took slow steps to stand next to Fred. You pretended to browse through the shelves as he remained focused on his task.

Fred could sense someone standing next to him, and it took him a mere few seconds to realize it was you. He could be blind folded in a room full of people and he would be able to pick you out in a second from your perfume alone. It was his favorite smell, the way it mixed and mingled with your natural scent was intoxicating. His eyes fluttered shut as he took in your scent, before he turned his head assuming to meet your eyes- only it was your bare thigh that his nose was just about touching when he turned his head.

You watched as his eyes slowly travelled up the expanse of your leg, stopping for a moment when he reached the hem of your skirt, before continuing up until he met your eyes. They were big, bright, and teasingly innocent as your beautiful lips were wrapped around the top half of a big, round, cherry red lolly.

"Seems I've missed an imp." He smirked, extending his legs and raising to his full height.

"Maybe you should get back down there and count again." You suggested sweetly, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop.

Fred's eyes followed the sucker as you put it back into your mouth and started sucking on it, a faint hitch of his breath could be heard as you pushed it further back into your mouth. He looked around to see if anyone else was seeing the act you were putting on, luckily the corner seemed to be the only deserted spot in the packed shop.

"I'm busy, love, don't be a bad girl." His voice was low and soft as he spoke.

"But Freddie," You whined, drawing out his name before lifting yourself onto your tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "I need you."

Fred plucked the lollipop from between your thumb and forefinger before sticking it into his mouth with a smile.

"Good girls wait, you wanna be a good girl don't you?"

You nodded eagerly.

His eyes racked down your body one more time, his lips slightly parted and tongue prodding at the lollipop hanging out of his mouth as he smirked.

"Good, now go changed before someone sees what's mine."

It was clear this wasn't just a suggestion. He placed the lollipop back into your mouth and gently pushed your chin up to close your lips around the sucker before bending down to place a kiss on your forehead and nudge you in the direction you came from.

With a huff you walked back to the till with slumped shoulders and a sour impression making George giggle at your expression.

"Has he rejected your womanly charm and seduction?" The younger twin joked, earning himself a shove to the shoulder as you joined him behind the till.

You kept George company as he helped customers check out, your lollipop helping keep you occupied as time dragged on. Your elbows rested on the counter, your body bent over the surface while you watched the people in the shop.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred couldn't seem to get his eyes off of your form. The way you were resting against the counter had the hem of your skirt kissing the underside of your ass and he was sure if he could stand behind you he'd see your underwear peaking out from under the garment. The thought of throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you up to the flat was a tempting one, but he had enough willpower- or so he hoped- to resist the urge.

His willpower seems to be running thin, though, when he caught sight of some short bloke eyeing you up. The man wasn’t someone Fred was familiar with, and the way he was practically eye fucking you while you joked with George at the counter didn’t have Fred begging to get to know him.

The guy continued to openly ogle at you, making Fred start to lose his temper as he restocked the edible death marks. He couldn’t tell if you had noticed or not, but you continued to swirl your tongue around that damned lollipop that not only made his pants far too tight but was probably affecting the man whore in aisle three the same way.

With one final flick of your tongue against the sucker, Fred noticed the man start to make his way over to you, a sleazy smirk stretched across his lips. He tossed the rest of the edible dark marks onto the table with no regards to organization and took long strides to get to your side.

You were mid conversation with George about the new girl he was seeing when you felt Fred wrap a firm, calloused hand around your wrist and tug you into his chest.

“Everything al-” Fred cut you off with a large hand spread over your jaw, forcing your head to angle up, and pulling you into a heated kiss after plucking the lollipop from your lips.

He held you to his chest as your body practically went limp in his arms, anything to just keep your lips locked with his. Fred kept his hand on your neck, moving it just slightly back to keep your head tilted back so he could deepen the kiss while his hand around your waist pulled your hips as close to his as possible- also trying not to get the sticky sweet sucker stuck on your skirt.

The kiss left you breathless, your chest heaving as his lips moved to the underside of your jaw with heavy kisses. You almost forgot where you were with the way Fred was firmly holding your jaw and moving it himself so he could better access to the skin. Unfortunately, it was George who brought you back to reality making a soft blush paint your cheeks. Fred hung his head, nose prodding at your neck as he smirked before pulling away and standing straight. He popped your sucker into his mouth, a clinking against his teeth sounded as his tongue moved the sugary sweet hard-candy around in his mouth. His eyes were creased into a mocking squint as he stared down the now incredibly uncomfortable looking man.

Fred didn’t wait for him to walk away, instead focusing his attention back on you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, nudging you in the direction of the stairs that led upstairs to the flat.

“Oi! Where are you going?” George shouted just as you let out a loud giggle, Fred had smacked the underside of your butt as you climbed up the steps ahead of him.

Fred turned to look at his brother, eye dropping into a wink, “I’m taking my lunch break.”

You giggled all the way through the flat and into your shared bedroom, Fred walking next to you with long strides and an arm wrapped around your shoulders, his hand holding the column of your neck.

Fred closed the door to your bedroom before turning to you, he gave you an appraising look as he toyed with the lollipop still in his mouth.

“You think this is cute?”

His tone made your eyes shift and bottom lip jut, you were in trouble.

“Walking into the shop dressed like a fucking whore...You just want attention, huh?”

“I wasn’t even paying attention to him! I was just waiting for you like you told me.”

Fred stopped for a moment, “...I never mentioned that bloke looking at you.”

Your eyes went wide realizing you gave away more than you should of.

“On your fucking knees.”

In record time your knees hit the hardwood floor, slowly crawling over to Fred. Your eyes were trained on the lollipop moving around his mouth and you think you understood just how agonizing it must’ve been for Fred all day to watch you sucking on it.

Upon reaching his legs, you worked quickly to unbutton his trousers and pull them down along with his boxers. You wrapped a hand around his semi hard cock, the weight of him in your hands made arousal start to pool in your panties. Your tongue replaced your hand, licking a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip before placing a kiss on the spongy head while making eye contact with Fred through your lashes. The act made him shudder, his hand moving to grab the side of your head and fingers carding through your hair. Taking him into your mouth, you could feel each ridge and vein with your tongue making you moan around his shaft.

“Bunny’s mouth was made for my cock, yeah?” Fred asked with a grunt as you slowly started to bob your head.

You nodded as best you could but focused back on hollowing your cheeks and taking him to the back of your throat. His head hit the back of your throat making you let out a small gag before adjusting to breathing through your nose. Once adjusted you started to bob your head faster, your hands gripping his thighs hard enough to leave marks.

Fred groaned around the lollipop still in his mouth- though now significantly smaller- his hips starting to thrust in sync with your mouth moving up and down his shaft. His breathe hitched when your hand started to massage his balls, tugging and rolling to get him to his release.

The louder he got the closer you knew he was, so you started to suck harder and move faster. His fist closed around a makeshift ponytail in his palm, using it to tug you off of his cock. Your mouth made a pop sound as you were pulled off his prick, and you let out a whine at the loss of his taste.

“Gonna cum in your- no...in my pussy.” Fred smirked, bringing you to stand on your feet and pulling your head back so you were forced to look up at him.

He brought up his other hand to grasp the thin, white, stick of the sucker hanging from his lips and pulled the lollipop from his mouth. He used the red sugary bead that was left on the stick to gesture up and down your body as he spoke.

“Clothes off...save for the skirt.” He demanded, pointing at the pleated grey skirt with the lollipop.

You were quick to do as you were told, shirt dropping to the floor along with your bra and panties all while Fred watched with dark eyes and an aura of possessiveness.

Silently, Fred pointed the white stick toward the bed- the lollipop finally had reached its end- never taking his eyes off of your now nearly naked form. You practically skipped over to the bed, climbing up onto it slowly as to make sure Fred got a good glimpse of your bare cunt under your skirt. It was clear that you had succeeded when he let out low, barely audible, groan.

Before you could real get a grip on what was happening, Fred had his fingers running up your slick folds, your skirt flipped up, drawing out a gasp from you. Moans fluttered past your parted lips as Fred started to rub small, tight circles on your aching clit. With the little white stick abandoned on the nightstand, his other hand was free to run up the inside of your thigh before his fingers moved to tease your entrance causing you to clench desperately around nothing.

Fred gave you little time to adjust as he slipped his fingers into your entrance, thrusting in his middle and ring fingers roughly while his other hand still worked to stimulate your clit. Transitioning from tight circles to a flat hand rubbing back and forth harshly with more pressure had your back arching and eyes screwing shut. Fred continued to move his digits in a wave with each thrust, the pads of his fingers massaging the spongey area inside your pussy that had your toes curling.

“F-Fuck, Freddie-” You gasped, hand gripping onto his wrist not knowing whether or not to pull his hand closer to your clit or push it away.

Fred leaned over your body, his mouth attaching to any skin he could reach to roughly bite and suck before he pulled away to huskily whisper into your ear, “Louder. Say it louder.”

You were more than willing to abide, not having the will power to try and keep yourself quiet either way. Fred’s fingers continued to thrust into your cunt as your orgasm hit you, a vulgar squelching coming from the vigorous action that had your hips twitching and lifting off of the bed. His large hand came down onto your abdomen, pushing you back onto the bed as you rode through your climax.

“That’s it. Made a mess all over your pretty little skirt.” Fred tutted, removing his hands from your body to start taking the rest of his clothes off.

“M’ sorry.” You muttered quietly.

Fred shook his head before going you a teasing smile, “It’s alright, kitten, you’re forgiven this time.”

Your chest heaved as you watched Fred undress which was always a breathtaking sight. His cock was already painfully hard, the tip red and leaking precum making your over sensitive cunt ache.

“On your knees, hands holding the headboard.” Fred instructed, smacking your thigh gently to get you to move quicker.

With shaky knees you crawled over to the headboard and gripped the wooden edge, making sure to wiggle your butt in Fred’s direction as you did so. The bed dipped with Fred’s weight as he climbed up and positioned himself behind you, his right hand trailing up and down the line of your spine before grabbing a handful of your ass with a grip sure to leave a few faint bruises.

Fred lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into your tight walls. The way your pussy gripped him had his eyes rolling back and jaw going slack, it was a feeling he’d never get tired of no matter how many times he felt it. Adding the breathy moans and whimpers that left your mouth into the mix and he could barely keep himself from fucking into you roughly.

You bit your lip at the slight discomfort that came with the stretch of Fred bottoming out, the fronts of his thighs flush against the backsides of your own as you both took a moment to adjust. You let out a choked gasp as Fred pulled almost completely out of your pulsing cunt, his prick slick with your juices. He had his hands on your hips, using this as an opportunity to pull you back to meet his thrusts. His pace quickly sped up, soon the sound of smacking skin, loud groans, and cried out moans filled the room as Fred fucked you hard.

“Tell them who makes you feel good. Want the whole fucking shop to hear you.” Fred growled from behind you.

And who were you to disobey him?

“Harder, F-Freddie. Fuck-”

Both of you were sure George could hear not only the animalistic growls and pornographic moans but also the bed frame ramming into the wall and the sound of skin smacking almost painfully.

Fred reach around to start massaging your clit, making you almost drop your hands from the headboard as your hips twitched toward him.

“Whose cunt is this, huh? Whose fucking cunt?”

Your vision was blurring and words slipping your mind as he continued to pound into you and stimulate your clit.

“Say it.”

“Yours-” You sobbed, second orgasm approaching. “All yours, Freddie.”

Fred smacked your clit making you jolt, “That’s fucking right.”

Your body started to shake as you started to release around Fred, the intense pulsing of your cunt had Fred spilling his load into with a stutter of his hips. He held you close, cock completely sheathed inside of your weeping pussy as you both came.

Coming down from your highs, Fred pulled out of you and promptly left to grab a washcloth to clean you up. You collapsed onto the bed, skin balmy and limbs shaky as you waited for Fred to come back. When he did, reworked quickly to clean you up and dispose of the wash cloth before climbing back into the bed where you had found yourself. He got comfortable on his side before pulling you into his chest and having your limbs entangle with his own. You weren't sure where you ended and Fred started, just how you two liked it.

Fred pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while his hand delicately run up and down your back and curve of your waist.

“You should get back to the shop.” You muttered quietly, not really wanting to let him go.

Fred hummed before moving his hand to cradle the back of your head and nuzzle you further into his neck and chest.

“I think Georgie will be just fine.”

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imagines4thefandoms · 3 years

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Four time you mixed up the twin and the one time you didn’t

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You never really hung out with twins til when Fred asked you to the Yule Ball. It wasn’t like you avoided him you couldn’t, not when you were friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You just never wanted be embarrassed and admit you couldn’t tell which twin was which. You played this game every time you were at the burrow, where you would mentally point out which twin you were looking at and waited for someone else to confirm your theory.

Some times you was right but most of the time you were wrong. And you didn’t want to hurt their feelings especially Fred’s cause you had a small crush on him; but not being able to tell which one is George and which one was Fred had you squash the crush. You couldn’t date someone and not be able to tell the difference between your boyfriend and his twin. right?

So here you were at the table eating breakfast when you overheard Ron ask Fred who he was taking to the yule ball after Fred teasing his little brother.

“Oi, y/n,” you heard Fred call.

You looked up and watched him ask you to the ball with gestures. A smile appeared your face as you nodded to tell Fred that you would go with him. How could you not say yes. It’s Frederick Gideon Weasley.

You didn’t know that Fred was actually surprised that you said yes. He honestly didn’t think that you liked him cause you never really talked to him unless others where there. So when you said yes his heart fluttered. Fred couldn’t deny that you were cute. And you were smart, maybe smarter than Hermione.

The realization that you were going to the ball with Fred didn’t hit you til you were about to go to bed that night. Ever since then you tried even harder to tell them apart. But you were getting beat in your little game. And you weren’t playing against anyone. You wanted to cancel your date with Fred. Not because you didn’t want to go but because there was a high chance you would get him mixed up with his twin. But you couldn’t do that. The ball was in two days and it would be rude.

So the plan was to just avoid both the twins til one of them greeted you at the ball. Its a solid plan. Those two days the universe hated you. Everywhere you turned there were the twins. Or worse one of them.

But the torture finally ended when the ball started. You were Talking with Harry when Ron walked over.

“Blimey y/n you look like a girl,” Ron said staring at you.

“Um thank you Ron,” you replied confused.

The twins walked over and they noticed how Ron was looking at you. Then one of then slapped the back of Ron’s head.

“Oi, stop staring at my date you git,” one of the twins said.

Perfect now you knew which one was Fred. He walked over and told you how amazing you looked and then the two of you walked in. After the Triwizard champions opened the ball with their dance Fred grabbed you hand and dragged you to the dance floor. When a slow song played Fred awkwardly placed his hands on your waist and pulled you against him.

“Im sorry your not having a great time,” Fred said.

“What are you talking about? Im having a blast,” you told him pushing away and looking at him.

“Even with me?”

“Of course. Why would you ask that.”

“You have been avoiding me ever since I asked you.”

You pushed away from him and covered your face with your hands. After looking into his brown eyes then motioned for him to follow you. The two of you left the ball and went by the carriages in the courtyard.

“I avoided you cause I like you.”

“So you avoid the bloke you like,” Fred asked you in a joking and confused tone.

“Yes, I avoid they guy I like when I can’t tell him and his twin apart,” you finally confessed. “Its embarrassing since I’ve know you guys since I came to Hogwarts but you guys are identical.”

“Wait do you know which one I am right now.”

“Yes, you are Fred cause Fred asked me to the ball. And I like Fred,” you said giving him a huge smile like you just accomplished a difficult task.

“Love, im George,” he replied.

The smile fell from your face and you started to cry. Going to the ball was a mistake so you turned to go back to your dorm but the red heads hand was wrapped around your arm. He turned you towards him.

“Im so sorry George don’t tell Fred please,” you cried.

“Love I was kidding i’m Fred.”

You gave him a look of disbelief then watched the other twin come out to the courtyard.

“Fred, what are you two doing out here,” George asked.

“We’ll be in in a minute,” Fred replied.

George walked in and Fred had a huge smile on his face when you realized you were right. You looked at the tall Weasley in front of you and slapped his chest.

“Why would you do that? I was really worried that I would ruin the ball for you by getting you and George mixed up. That was a cruel prank,” you yelled as you slapped him again.

“Im sorry doll. I promise I won’t do it again,” he said pulling you into a hug.

“You better not.”

After that night You and Fred stated dating. Everything was perfect. After Fred told George how you had a hard time telling them apart and that their typical switching places was forbidden, you were able to relax. You woke up this morning to a letter that Fred had Hermione deliver sitting on your nightstand.

Get dress love, I’m treating my fave girl to the perfect date -Fred, the cuter twin

You added this note to the collection on noted that Fred has written you then got dressed for this perfect date. The entire walk to the great hall you were bubbling with excitement. You spotting the red hair immediately as you walked into the great hall. The red head was talking with Ron when you interrupted and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning handsome,” you said sitting next to “Fred”.

“Good morning to you too, y/n but I George,” George said laughing.

You just laid you head on the table while George and Ron were laughing at your pain. Suddenly there was a hand on your back and a pair of lips kissed the back of your head.

“Good morning love. You ready for the perfect date,” Fred asked taking his seat next to you.

“Freddie do you always get morning kisses,” George asked taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

Fred looked at you then George and understood how you thought George was him and kissed his cheek. You looked over at him and just shook your head.

“Fred can’t you dye your hair,” you asked him as you grabbed some breakfast off his plate.

“You love my hair,” Fred winked as he poured you a glass of milk.

“Then you George.”

“No way. You just have to learn which one of us is your Freddie bear,” George teased.

“Im trying.”

“I know sweetheart,” Fred said glaring at his twin.

“Freddie, you need to relax,” you told you boyfriend who was pacing in the common room.

“This is the biggest game yet,” Fred exclaimed clasping on the couch placing his head in your lap.

You get out a small giggle as you played with his hair to calm him down. The great Fred Weasley was nervous about a quidditch game. Fred let out a small moan when gently pulled his hair.

“Is that how you want to relax me cause it gonna make me miss the game,” Fred smirked looking up at you.

You slapped his shoulder and pushed him off of you. “Fred there is no reason for you to be nervous. Gryffindor has an incredibly talented, funny, handsome beater.”

“That’s very kind of you y/n but highly inappropriate seeing that you are dating my brother,” George said as he walked into the Gryffindor common room.

You shook your head at George then looked over at your boyfriend who has calmed down a bit. He looked at you then grabbed your face and firmly pressed his lips against yours. He pushed you so you were laying down and he was hovering over you. One of his hands fell to your leg and pulled it so it was wrapped around his waist while his other was under your shirt working its way to your breast.

“Oi, come one i’m right here,” George exclaimed. “Save it for after the game.”

Fred and you broke the kissed and looked over a George who was covering his eyes and fake throwing up. “We will definitely finish this after the game,” Fred said playing a kiss on you neck and sucking. Once he left a hickey he got off of you and left the commons room with his brother.

You loved watching quidditch but now that you were dating Fred you mainly came to support him. You couldn’t really tell where Fred was but that was because you where in the stands while he was up flying. That’s the only reason. Gryffindor was in the lead by 40 points and harry had spotted the golden snitch. You tried to keep up but they were too fast but you heard lee Jordon announce that Harry caught the snitch.

You ran out of your seat and ran onto the field to congratulate your man. Once on the field you ran to the tall gingers and wrapped your arms around him. The man you were hugging was hesitant to return the favor and laughing.

“Your not,” you start to say but where interrupted when Fred pulled you off his brother and hugged you.

“I believe that’s my hug,” Fred said spinning you around.

“I was just telling your brother how amazing he did you know like a normal girlfriend would do. Support the family,” you lied trying to play off the fact you mixed them up again.

“Sure you were love,” Fred said before pressing his lips against yours. “Now I believe that we have something we need to finish.”

“But what about the party in the common room” you asked him.

“Trust me, this is a much better was to celebrate the win,” Fred said throwing you over his shoulders and heading to the common room.

“You guys are disgusting,” George yelled.

“Hey it was your idea. Also you did really good out there George,” you called back before Fred smacked your butt.

Since everyone was still on the pitch the walk to the common room was quiet except for your cried for Fred to put you down. Which he replied, “the only place I am putting you down is on my bed sweetheart.” Once you two got to his dorm, Fred kept his word and threw you on the bed and a laugh escaped your mouth. Fred climbed onto of you and kissed his way up to your lips.

“Fred your sweaty. You should have showered,” you complained pushing him off of you.

“Now why would I do that when I'm about to work up a sweat right now,” he replied taking off his jersey and attacking your neck.

“I hate you,” you cried when you felt his gross quidditch sweat get all over you.

“I love you too,” he replied licking the hickey that had formed from your makeup session before the game.

The twin’s birthday was coming up and you had the perfect idea for a gift for Fred but you needed George’s help. In order for it to work George needed to keep Fred busy for a couple minutes in the morning. You were running around the castle looking for that particular twin, when you spot a tall red headed twin wearing a ‘G’ jumper in the library.

“Thank Godric I found you George,” you quietly exclaimed sitting across from him. “So I have the perfect birthday surprise for Fred but I need you to keep him away from breakfast. I am working on convincing Potts to let me in the kitchen to make him a special breakfast and a cake. Don’t worry George i’m making you one too, but plz I know its next week and a little early but if he eats it will ruin everything,” you pleaded with the twin.

“Love, you don’t have to go through all that trouble for me,” the twin said grabbing your hand from across the table.

“What no your George,” you exclaimed which caused madam pence to shush you.

“No i’m you handsome boyfriend,” he replied smirking.

“But your sweater is ‘G’.”

“I was creating a new product and it went wrong and stained my sweater so I stole George’s but please tell me about this perfect birthday surprise,” Fred explained as he leaned forward and held his head up by his hands.

Your head just fell and just sat there forehead on the table. Fred’s hand patted your head and he let out a little laugh. After letting out a sigh, you looked up at Fred and just stared at him. He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze while he laughed at how your secret plan was ruined.

“God I hate you Fred,” you groaned sadly.

“Im so sorry that I look exactly like George and caused you to ruin the surprise,” he said getting up to sit next to you.

Fred wrapped his arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple. He always did that when you were upset or stressed. This small act calmed you down almost immediately.

“You should be,” you replied resting your head on his shoulder.

At that moment George walked in and looked between you and Fred. Based on the look your face George knew the surprise was ruined. Then he noticed Fred was wearing his jumper.

“Why are you wearing my jumper,” George asked siting in Fred’s old spot across from you.

“Mine got dirty,” Fred replied in an obvious tone. “So what is this surprise?”

You were having an awful day. There was a history of magic essay due today and you stayed up all night to write it and totally blanked on a potions test that you had and Umbridge gave you detention because you had fallen asleep in class. After class you were walking to care of magical creatures like a zombie when you noticed a tall redhead flirting with Angelina.

You were going to ignore it cause you trusted Fred but stopped in your track when the two Gryffindors kiss. The sudden urge to throw up over came you. You walked up to the red head and slapped his face.

“We’re through,” you said as you ripped off the necklace Fred given you and ran to your room.

You cried yourself to sleep making you miss creatures and divination class. You woke up when you heard someone sitting at your desk. The smell of meat pie made your stomach growl notifying the person that you were awake.

“Good morning love,” Fred said pushing the meat pie closer to you as he continued working on something.

You didn’t want to eat it because the jerk gave it to you but you had missed breakfast because of the essay for history of magic. As you were eating lunch Fred handed you a glass of butterbeer.

“Why are you here,” you asked after taking a sip of your drink.

“Well my girlfriend slept through two classes and was about to miss lunch so I brought her something to eat and to see if she was ok,”Fred replied stealing some of your drink.

“Im not your girlfriend anymore. I broke up with you remember?”

“We broke up? Was I there,” Fred asked looking at you with a smirk.

You covered your face with your hands once you realized what really happened. In you sleep deprived mind you once again got Fred and George confused. You boyfriend laughed at your reaction and got into bed with you.

“I love you (y/n). You know I would never…,”

“I do I just didn’t get any sleep last night and I kind of jumped to conclusions,” you explained curling up into his side. “Oh god I slapped George.”

“He told me,” Fred laughed. “He’s worried cause he said you looks horrible.”

“Hey,” you exclaimed hurtfully “I deserved that.”

Fred kissed your temple and grabbed your pie. You were about to complain til he started to feed you. As he was feeding you, Fred explained what he was working on. You knew about how Fred and George planned on opening a prank store. Apparently Harry had given his Triwizard winnings to them to help with the store and that they already have the location in mind.

“Im going to miss you next year,” you said laying on top of him.

“You could come with us,” he suggested as he was playing with your hair.

“I still have two years..”

“I know. Just had to ask cause im going to miss you too.”

“You could always just some over and we could get a room in hogsmead,” you suggested tracing your name on his chest.

Fred gave you a surprised look cause you suggesting that was out of character. He didn’t turn down the idea instead he turned his body and hovered over you.

“I have corrupted you my angel,” he said kissing your neck.

Fred had tried to get you to not to return to Hogwards for your third year after Death Eaters took over but you told him that you needed to stay and defend them from the inside. It wasn’t as bad as he expected. Well detention was torture, literally. Um ok it was awful but there was no way I was going to hide while my friends were on the run trying to stop Voldemort. Since Voldemort took power there were no more secret rendezvouses with Fred in Hogsmead. There wasn’t even a Christmas holiday, not really so you hadn’t seen Fred since you got on the train.

Once the war broke out you helped get the underaged wizards to safety. You were so focused on getting them away from this that you didn’t notice Fred walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you.

“Thank Godric your ok,” he said spinning you around to face him.

“Bloody Hell Fred you scared me,” you replied slapping him but then pulled him against you and kissed him like it was your last day on earth, cause lets face it, it might be.

“Marry me,” Fred asked once the two of you broke the kiss for air.

“What?”

“Marry me,” he repeated taking out a little black box from his pocket.

“Fred, we are literally in the middle of a war,” you said looking between him and the ring “yes.”

Fred slipped the ring on your finger and pressed his lips against yours when George interrupted.

“Oi love birds, is this war interrupting your lovely reunion.”

Fred ran off with George while you went off with Harry and the Gang but not before giving him one last kiss. The four of you went to find Voldemort but instead found him, his creepy snake and Snape. You watched as the scene before you unfolded. Harry held you back from trying to save Snape, which was probably for the best because there was nothing you could have done to stop it.

Harry got Snape’s memories and then y’all ran back to the castle. While the trio went to do whatever you went to go fight. You really didn’t want to see Snape’s memories when you could be kicking someone’s ass. You had found Charlie and the two of you were fighting death eaters and winning when suddenly a voice spoke. Voldemort said that the fighting would stop so that we could collect our dead and so that harry potter could turn himself in.

You were still on high alert til you watched death eaters turn and walk away. After you and Charlie were sure they had left the two of you walked to the great hall to help in any way you could.

“So how have you been Dragon boy,” you asked Charlie on the walk to the hall.

“I thought we agreed that you would stop calling me that,” he replied in a grossed out tone.

“Please you love it and what else would I call you huh brother-in-law,” you asked his showing off the ring Fred gave you just an hour before.

“About bloody time,” he exclaimed looking closer at the ring.

Once the two of you arrived at the hall you noticed that there were more dead bodies than you would have liked. Charlie went off to find his family while you were distracted by the fact that you were looking at Tonks and Lupin’s bodies. You heard cries and looked up and saw the Weasley’s crying.

A sunken feeling overcame you as you ran to them and saw the body. It was Fred. You just knew it. You knelt down and just dropped yourself over his corpse and cried.

“Its not fair,” you yelled still holding him.

“Oh darling,” Molly cried walking over to you.

“George, I have to tell him,” you cried.

George walked in and saw his family crying and he just knew. He had this feeling that something was missing but he chuck it up the the fact that he was 20 in an all out war. Once you saw him you ran and gave him a hug.

“Im…” he started to say thinking you had them mixed up again.

“George, I know. He’s gone George. Fred is gone.”

After a minute you let him go and he walked over to see his twin. You had taken a seat not far from Fred and just played with your now pointless ring. The Weasley’s looked at you while you let out a small chuckle. Fred would so be laughing at the fact that the once time you didn’t get him and George mixed up was when he was dead.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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I’m Sorry

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You hate Ron, Ron hates you. Pretty simple. It only becomes complicated when the bloke says something about your cologne in Potions class.

Warnings: Swearing, insults, fighting.

Notes: Requested! Probably my favorite so far? I don't own the gif, I just couldn't find it in the suggestions-

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The rule of thumb that everyone in Gryffindor gets along is far from true when it comes to you and Ronald Bilius Weasley. You guys clashed harder than the titanic and that iceberg. Honestly, no one remembered how it started, but they could remember the insults thrown back and forth. You didn’t exactly hide your hatred for the red-head and he was the same.

The two of you would fight deep into the night, effectively keeping up the whole tower with your insults and burns ringing in the empty common room. When fellow Gryffindors saw you two starting to get in a heated argument, most fled to avoid the damage. Sometimes it came to blows, leading to Fred and George or Hermione and Harry splitting you two apart, but it was mostly the older twins.

You two don’t even remember why you hate each other, at this point, you just do. At least, that’s what you told yourself every time you caught yourself staring at him from across the library or when you’d shove into him in the hallway. His smile was softer than freshly fallen snow and his eyes could rival the ocean with their beauty. You had absolutely no clue he was battling the same feelings.

Ron wished you would smile sweetly at him instead of sneering insults that made him want to hex you into next Tuesday. He wanted to hold your hand instead of get hit by it, but he figured this was best. He did start this. He was the one that turned cold toward you on the train one random year to avoid his feelings for you.

Today was one of the tenser days where you and Ron were inches from ending each other's blood lines. Everyone in the tower could already feel it and you weren’t even in the same room yet. You’d woken up a little bit later than usual all because of your Scream Off™ with the short Weasley the night before. You walked down the stairs of the boys dormitory, your hand running through your messy hair. Insults from the night before rang in your head like a bell.

“What did I do to deserve being trapped with the human embodiment of ginger ale?”

“Since when do you know things? I thought your brain was filled with cobwebs and moth balls?”

“We both know your face looks prettier after my fist has kissed it.”

It made your stomach twist with guilt, but the guilt melted into pure hatred when a cocky voice rang through the common room. You wanted to knock his lights out before your foot even hit the last step of the staircase.

“Finally awake, eh, (L/n)? Only took forever, lazy arse.” Ron was snickering on the main couch right in front of the fireplace. The atmosphere in the common room immediately shifted. You rolled your eyes as you walked up to the couch, standing right behind him.

“Shut it, Weasley.” You grabbed his hair, forcing his head back to look at your glare. “I hope you fall off a broom during Quidditch today.” Your voice was laced with a false sweetness. Your glare shifted to a dark smirk before jerking his head forward. After letting go of his hair, you walked past him, flipping him off. “Good morning Granger. Have a good game, Potter!” You smiled and waved goodbye after they said good morning and a quick thanks.

You got along perfectly with 2/3 of the Golden Trio. They were always polite to you, even if you would throw hands at their best friend. They didn’t play favorites though, which was nice. If one of you started the fight, they’d make it known when they broke it up.

“Oi! Don’t be a basta-!” Ron stood up quickly, going to run after you as you left, but was stopped by Harry’s hand pulling him back down onto the couch. “Ronald! Not today, please!” Hermione spoke up, rubbing her temples. “We already have to deal with Slughorn. I’d rather not also have to deal with your pathetic excuse for flirting.” She sighed out. Poor girl already had a headache and it wasn’t even 10 oclock.

Ron crossed his arms over his chest, his face heating up some. He cringed at the mere thought of finding you romantically attractive… Ok, he would admit you did have a nice ass, but not out loud.

“I’m not flirting. I hate his guts, Mione.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious! How could anyone find that twat even remotely attractive or adorable? He’s the bloody worst!”

Harry and Hermione shared a look before turning back to Ron. Harry and Hermione both knew better than that, this was a classic Enimies-To-Lovers scenario, at least that’s what they hoped, if not.. This was going to be a long, long, long year.

“No one said anything about him being adorable OR attractive, Ron.”

“Sod off, Harry, I know it was implied. You both know what I mean anyway.” Ron stood up, heading for the portrait hole.

“Where are you going?” Hermione groaned out. Her headache just got worse. “To get payback for the hairs that git ripped out.”

Ron walked down the hallways of the castle. He was so determined to find you he skipped breakfast, leading the remaining additions of the Golden Trio to come hunt him down. With some help from the older Weasley Twins, they managed to catch up with him pretty easily. Getting him to go to class, however, was a lot harder. Ron looked between his friends, then his brothers standing behind them for reinforcement. The keeper wasn’t moving an inch, not without seeing you first.

“No.”

“Ronald-”

“No, don’t Ronald me!”

“Ron! Come on! We have to go to potions in less than 5 minutes!”

“No! I’m just going to end up sitting next to that git and his stupid attitude the entire class! It’s going to be worse torture than seeing Snape everyday.” Ron crossed his arms over his chest. “Besides, my fist has a date with his lips and I’m not going anywhere until that date happens!”

“He was at breakfast, you missed him. You can fight him after potions. Can we go to class now?” Harry tried to reason with the hot-headed idiot, but alas, nothing is ever that easy. He groaned when Ron shook his head no, causing the twins to step into the picture. If anyone could get him to go somewhere, it was them.

“Wow, Hermione, you're right.” Fred started, turning to his twin.

“He’s got it bad and he doesn’t even know it yet.” George finished, while Fred shook his head in dismay and muttered a quick ‘shame’.

“I do not, nor will I ever, like him. Ok? Get that into your thick skulls!”

“No one believes you, Ickle Ronniekins! In fact, most of Gryffindor Tower has a bet that you two will end up shagging in some broom closet in less than a week!” George stated while he rested his arm on his brother's shoulder.

“What?!” Ron’s face was turning pink again. “No! Ew!” Ron faked a few gags. “No! That would never happen!”

“Hey, if you don’t want him, can I have him? I’d love to see how he’d look on his kne-”

“OK! I’LL GO TO CLASS IF YOU SHUT UP-” Ron didn’t hesitate to cover his ears or turn briskly on his heels. The red-head hurried in the direction he came from, his two classmates following after him who both called out a thank you to the mischief masters. “Godric, why’d you ask them for help? Now I have that gross image in my head.”

“We both knew it’d be the only way to get you to Potions. Now hurry up! I’d rather not be late!” Hermione grabbed her friends wrists and dragged them down the intermixing hallways until they stood right outside the classroom, only then did she let go. Harry handed Ron his potions textbook while Hermione patted down her hair and walked in, trying to act like she didn’t just sprint across the school.

The two boys looked at each other, one rolling his eyes while the other snickered before walking in after her. The snickering red-head paused when he walked in, getting hit with a strong smell of mixed berries and fruit, almost like shampoo. He actually didn’t hate it, in fact, it made his heart beat a little faster. It was familiar. The idea had Ron lagging behind his friends.

Once he joined the crowd in the back of the classroom and stood beside his friend at the edge of the crowd, did he notice the scent almost shift. It was your cologne. It made him gag with how powerful it was. Godric, did you pour an entire bottle of cologne on you? It was literally making him feel sick. He was going to lose every marble he had if someone didn’t open a window for him.

When Slughorn began talking about today's lesson, it went in one of Ron’s ears only to travel out the other side. Your cologne was close to killing him and everyone was acting like it didn’t exist.

“Do you see (L/n)?” Ron whispered to Harry.

“He’s across the classroom, Ron, why?” Harry whispered back. The two continued to whisper over Slughorn. They’d end up asking Hermione for help anyway. “Worried about him?” Harry grinned until his friend jabbed him in the side with his elbow.

“No, just wondering so I can rag him on his shit cologne.” Ron made eye contact with you across the classroom. He stuck his tongue out when you discretely gave him the bird. “I’m so gonna beat his ass.”

“What? Ron, what cologne?”

“You can’t smell it?”

Harry was about to answer when he got interrupted by Slughorn abruptly asking everyone to take their seats and start the project. Neither of them noticed that pack of girls staring longingly at the bubbling cauldrons in front of them while they took their seats next to each other.

See, the thing that sucked the most about this is Slughorn was determined to make you and Ron basically best friends, so he stuck you at the Golden Trio’s table for the whole year, which led to more trouble than good. Luckily, he paired you up with Harry and Ron with Hermione so you didn’t ruin each other's faces or potions. However, today, the bickering began before you sat down.

“How’s your head feeling, Weasley?” You smirked, walking over with your brown side bag.

“How’s your shin feeling, (L/n)?” Before you could question what he meant, he kicked your leg before sitting down. You let out a grunt and sat down in your own seat before rubbing your now sore and most likely bruised leg.

“I can’t wait for this class to end so I can rip out more of your stupid ginger hair, Ginger Ale.” You pulled out your textbook and flipping to the page.

“Don’t bloody call me that, besides, why not just use that horrid cologne as pepper spray. With how much you wore today, it’s already doing the job for you.” Ron scowled at you from across the table, but his demeanor shifted ever so slightly when you dropped your quill and looked at him with wide eyes. He blinked a few times before looking around the room then behind him. “What?”

“Red, I.. You smell my cologne?” Your voice was filled to the brim with turmoil.

“So what if I do?” Ron’s face scrunched up with confusion.

“Have you heard of a potion called Amortentia?” You spoke up, covering your rapidly heating up face.

“A-amor- What?”

“Look, Red. Long story short, it’s a love potion. It’s strong enough to change love to obsession. It emits a smell that’s different for everyone and mimics the smell of your crush.” You looked at him between your fingers, seeing his confusion still so clear on his face.

“Ok.” Ron snorted. “What does that have to do with your shitty cheap cologne?”

“Weasley, mate, I know the cogs in your brain are super rusty, but just try to use ‘em ok?” You slammed your hands against the table as you spoke. “I’m not wearing my cologne today. I ran out last night. Slughorn had an open cauldron filled with Amortentia in class today.”

“S.. So what your saying is-” Ron’s brain was trying to process everything you’d said. He was still refusing to believe he loved, liked or tolerated you.

“You fancy me, you idiot.” You spoke up, louder than you intended.

Ron stared at you with wide eyes. His pale cheeks turned red, out of anger or embarrassment he wasn’t sure. He looked between Hermione and Harry before looking back at you.

“What? No I don’t. That’s ridiculous, borderline mental!”

“Then why did you smell my cologne?” You questioned, leaning over the table some. Ron went back to glaring at you, his arms crossing over the table.

“Probably because you're lying about having none.”

“Ok, say I was lying, Harry would smell it, yeah?”

“Yeah and I don’t smell anything besides the potions brewing.” Harry shrugged while Ron’s jaw dropped.

“Harry! Don’t encourage him!” Ron slammed his book shut, drawing more attention to the bickering table.

“I’m not encouraging anyone. Just being honest.”

“No, you know what? This is a load of bollocks! I do not like you, (L/n). In fact, I loathe you!” Ron stood up quickly, his stool tumbling to the ground with a bang. “I feel anything, literally anything except affection for you!”

You watched Ron storm out of the classroom and looked down at the table. You ignored the students and Slughorn staring at your table and, instead, focused on your bruised knuckles. Were you supposed to tell Ron you smelled his own stupid cologne, broom polish from Quidditch, chocolate frogs and hits of firework ash?

Before you knew it, you were running out of the classroom, ignoring the calls of your name. You spotted a glance of him rounding the corner and sprinted after it.

“Ron!” You called out, rounding the same corner. He turned around, his eyes narrowed. This was the first time he heard you say his first name and he wasn’t going to let his shock show through.

“What? Here to make fun of me? Well, go on. You’ll end up doing it anyway tonight. Don’t hold back now.” Ron’s hands balled up into fists.

“I’m not going to make fun of yo-”

“Yeah, and my hair isn’t red. Don’t bloody lie to me!”

“I’m being serio-”

“No, you aren’t!”

“Ok, you know what?” You stepped forward, grabbing a bunch of his shirt and slamming his back into a wall. He raised his fist to throw a punch, but your free hand caught his wrist. Before he could do anything else, your lips slammed against his.

He froze against the wall, his skull filling with emptiness at the feeling of your soft lips against his chapped ones. He couldn't stop the questions tumbling through his lips when you separated. He managed to stop when you pressed your forehead against his. The red-head didn’t have to strain his ears to hear your whisper in the empty hallway but shuddered when your hand threaded through his hair, gently massaging where you pulled earlier.

“I’m sorry..” You pulled back a tiny bit to look into his blue eyes, only now noticing the green flecks twinkling like stars in the night sky. “Does it still hurt?” Your voice was so soft it made his heart ache. He would’ve shaken his head, but didn’t want you to pull your hand away.

“No, it never really hurt.” Ron confessed, his shaky hands awkwardly landing on your waist.

“But you said-”

“I said a lot of things I didn’t mean..” Ron chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes dropping to your sneakers.

“Yeah, so did I.” You whispered awkwardly, just staring at the red-head against the wall. It was a good few minutes before you spoke up again. “Broom polish, earth and chocolate frogs..”

“What?”

“The um- the love potion.. That’s what I.. That’s what I got from it.”

“I’m co-”

“Ron, please. I smelled your cologne, the stupid sweets and your broom polish. Idiot.” You chuckled a little.

“Well excuse me, I haven't gotten my brain cogs oiled yet.” Ron smiled a little, desperate to hear more of your laugh. He mentally fist pumped the air when you did, in fact, laugh louder. “Seriously, though, I’m sorry.”

“So am I, Red.”

“Soooo..” Ron dragged out the o as he tapped his fingers along your waist. He gave you a lopsided grin as he continued. ”Should we go on a date or kiss more?”

“Why not both?” You leaned in again, stopping just before his lips.

“I like both.. We could go swimming in the Black Lake?” The pale boy grinned wider as his fingers tugged your shirt free from your trousers.

“Ron, it’s like 10 degrees outside- you just wanna see me shirtless!” You pecked his lips, chuckling when he faked a gasp, his hands now resting under your shirt..

“That is entirely not true, (L/n)! Where is your sense of adventure?”

“Not here, Weasley. I might’ve left it in the classroom, ya know, with my books since I had to chase your ass out here.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” It was Ron’s turn to kiss you.

“We have a lot to make to each other already. Let's just start at the basics.”

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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truth or dare

request: from anon: hi love!! can i request fred one shot with #28 & #29? thank you in advance!!!

prompt(s): "professor, i swear, it was me.. just—don't hurt him." | "oh my god, you're in love with the bloke."

word count: 2k

A/N: changed up the prompts just a little to fit the story—i hope that’s okay, love! and i’m bringing juvenile muggle games into this because it‘s silly and definitely sounds like something fred would love to do. also, writer’s block is hitting hard, been trying to work on requests for days and this was honestly really bloody difficult to write.. yikes! sorry if it’s rubbish

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“Truth or dare?”

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement—now that Umbridge had taken over almost completely, there was barely any area of the castle that was not overturned or watched. At least you still had your sanctuary. She couldn’t bother you in there, could she?

For all she knew, each Gryffindor was sound asleep.

“Isn’t that a bit.. juvenile?” Hermione asked as she flipped through a book, not looking up from its pages.

Ron just rolled his eyes, turning back towards the group and continued on, completely ignoring Hermione’s statement. You could hear her huff loudly on the other end of the common room. “So—who’s up first?”

Katie Bell nervously said, “Can’t we just play truth or truth instead?” You playfully slapped her on the arm and continued to laugh.

Seamus snorted and replied, “That’s hardly a game at all!”

“Blimey,” Dean said, plopping himself down on the floor next to Seamus, “I’ll go first.”

As the sky grew darker and the fire grew warmer, it was becoming easier and easier for Gryffindors to spill their most well-kept secrets. Was it the Butterbeer? The impending doom of Umbridge completely destroying what was left of your school? Voldemort’s return that people were still not entirely believing? You weren’t sure—all you knew is that for the first time since returning to Hogwarts this year, Harry actually looked happy, for once. You reckoned the distraction was a good one.

You turned towards Fred, who had been strangely quiet during the game—merely observing, grinning cheekily, waiting patiently to take his turn. “You’ve been awfully quiet,” you told him, “got something up your sleeve, have you?”

“Aw, Y/N—what perfect timing you’ve got.” He playfully nudged your arm and stood up. “Pipe down,” he told everyone, their laughs continuing to bounce off of the walls in the common room. He glanced right at you and raised his eyebrows up and down. Shit. You swallowed over a lump in your throat. Sure, Fred and George were your best friends, but it didn’t stop them from teasing and pranking you mercilessly. If anything, it just gave them more of an excuse too. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you blurted out a little too quickly, because whatever Fred Weasley had planned, you knew deep down in your heart you did not want to do it.

“Finally going to admit to everyone you’re in love with me, then?” He winked.

You were sure your face was red now. Maybe you could blame it on the copious amount of Butterbeer you’d consumed? Blimey, it was warm—you wished the fire would die down. Everyone seemed to be snickering but not necessarily taking Fred that seriously. Doing your best to not wear your heart on your sleeve, you rolled your eyes at him and replied, “I’m not in love with you, you prat.” So that counted as your turn, yes?

But Fred just peered at you and cocked his head to the side, as if to say, Really, Y/N? You’re a bloody awful liar, which was true. You were. A bad liar, yes, but also—head over heels for him. Always had been. You thought you’d kept your feelings rather hidden, but nothing could slip past Fred Weasley, you supposed. Next to you, George kept glancing at you and was doing his best to stifle a laugh. Bloody hell—couldn’t get anything past him either? You shoved George, took a breath and asked mockingly, “Anything else? Or does that count?”

“Nah—but I haven’t any more truths,” Fred told you, shrugging his shoulders.

“Got to do a dare now,” Harry said, and you shot him a look of, who’s side are you on, Potter?

“Reckon Harry’s right,” George said, and when you narrowed your eyes at him, he put his hands up in surrender, “just playing by the rules!”

You groaned and stood up. “If doing this stupid dare is going to move this game forward, then this dare I shall do.” You turned towards Fred, whose arms were folded and he was looking rather impressed indeed. “Let’s have it, then.”

“Sneak into Umbridge’s office with me,” he began, and you already didn’t like where this was going, “want to give her a little gift, courtesy of George and I—some toffee she can have with her evening tea,”

“What will it do?” Ron asked admiringly. Hermione rolled her eyes yet again.

George laughed, “Hopefully her tongue will swell so much she won’t be able to bloody talk for awhile. Can’t stand listening to that woman speak.”

The common room erupted with laughter while Fred awaited your response. “You’re both idiots. Well—you coming, or not?” You asked him as you walked towards the portrait hole. “I’d like to make this as quick and painless as possible.”

“You’re actually going to do it?” Neville asked you, his eyes growing with worry.

“If it gets Weasley here off my back—yes,” you replied, and then a bit softer, “no worries, Neville. We’ll be back in a jiffy.”

The two of you climbed through the portrait hole and out into the corridors, being as quiet as you possibly could be. “Enlighten me, Fred,” you whispered, walking stealthily throughout the corridors, keeping close to one another, “how in the hell d’you expect to get into Umbridge’s office and lure her away from there?”

“I happen to know for a fact that Umbridge spends these evenings in Dumbledore’s office, going over rules and guidelines straight from the Ministry,” he shook his head in dismay, “so we’re in the clear. Besides, nothing like a bit of an adrenaline race, eh?” You were closer to him than you ever had been before, and he was right—your adrenaline was racing, but not due to the dare.

It was seemingly easy to break in, actually. A simple Alohomora unlocked her office door—kind of pathetic, really, quite an easy bit of magic—and you walked into the irritating sounds of meows coming from every which direction. “Blimey—how many bloody cats does this woman have?”

“Just hurry up, Freddie,” you growled through gritted teeth, watching the door like a hawk, as Fred took his time placing the toffees down gently, neatly mixed in with the cookies already next to her tea cup she’d surely gotten from the kitchens. “I’d like to get back to the common room in one piece.”

“Oi, relax, woman,” he replied, making sure nothing looked out of the ordinary, “I’ll get you back before your bedtime.” You nearly shoved him into her desk as he stifled a laugh, and he then gently guided you towards the door.

You were out of the office, thank Merlin, and nearly halfway down the second corridor back towards the Gryffindor common room when Fred said, “Look at you! Being all adventurous—didn’t hurt now, did it?”

“I hate you,” you replied with a grin, before you felt a hand grab at the back of your shirt and pin you both against the wall.

A sickeningly sweet giggle reverberated off of the walls and you shot Fred a glance, as if to say, If we survive this, I’m going to murder you. “Bit late in the evening for a stroll, yes?”

“Couldn’t sleep, Professor,” Fred replied and cleared his throat.

“Ah, so it was your idea to sneak out of your common room so late at night, was it, Mr. Weasley?” Umbridge seethed, “Planning another one of your pranks, perhaps, yes? Where is he—your twin—I reckon he’s out here too?” Umbridge looked so short compared to Fred, but she wasn’t afraid to place her wand right up to his face. “Clearly, the discipline at Hogwarts is not working the way it should. We need something that will—sink in, yes? Perhaps—yes, maybe a bit of torture would do?”

What? She was out of her bloody mind! For sneaking out of a common room? That was hardly a reason to torture a student—mind you, it was illegal! What kind of brainwashed maniacs worked at the Ministry, anyway? Fred sucked in a breath and raised his eyebrows at you, as if to say, Run while you can, but instead you found yourself drowning in fear and tugging on the ends of Umbridge’s robes—

“Professor, I swear, it was me.. just—don't hurt him.”

What had gotten into you? You might as well have just blurted out that you’re in love with him, at this point.

“What?” Umbridge and Fred asked at the same time, surprise noticeable in their voices. Then Dolores continued, “Taking the fall for your boyfriend, are you? Noble, yes—but, you silly girl, now you’ll pay—”

Just then, Peeves swept himself throughout the corridor, laughing maniacally and tossing many things at Umbridge’s head. Screaming and letting go of Fred’s shirt, she began to run throughout the corridor as Peeves chased her down towards the Great Hall—surely, her yells waking everyone in the castle. Without thinking on how Peeves just saved you both, you tugged on Fred’s arm and said, “Let’s go!”

You both stopped short right before the portrait hole, gasping for air and breathing heavily. “What a night,” Fred teased, noting the annoyance in your eyes.

“I could seriously kill you,” you replied, swatting him with your sleeve, “you’re lucky she didn’t beat us! That crazy old bat.”

“Yeah,” Fred agreed, running a hand through his hair and smirking excitedly, “but c’mon, don’t lie to me—I know you enjoyed yourself. Want to do it again?”

“Isn’t this the kind of thing you do with George?”

“Maybe I just wanted some alone time with you—you know, since you’re mad for me, and all. No denying it now—you took the fall for me,” he mocked Umbridge, and continued to tease you mercilessly.

Well, guess you couldn’t get out of it now? You smirked at him and shook your head.

“Maybe he was helping me out a bit?”

What? “You’re mad,”

Fred reached out and placed a piece of hair behind your ear. It was a small, intimate moment, but one shared just between the two of you—and it wasn’t something you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon—you knew that for sure. You swallowed over a lump in your throat. “Maybe I am,” he said, and grinned from ear to ear. What the bloody hell was he doing?

You heard voices around the bend and jumped—desperately scrambling to get back into your common room. When you both climbed back through the portrait hole, your heart beating rather rapidly, you were tugged to one end of the common room with the girls where they began giggling animatedly.

“I can’t believe you did it! Tell us everything!” Parvati squealed.

A few minutes later, you heard the boys erupt in laughter and yells on the other end of the common room, while the girls listened with baited breath for you to finish your story about your untimely encounter with Umbridge. Then, Hermione peered at you questioningly.

“Why on earth did you take the fall for him?” she asked you, squeezing your arm. “You’re lucky Umbridge didn’t throw you in detention—or worse—actually use that Unforgivable Curse on you!”

Katie replied, “What—you in love with the bloke, or something?” She, Ginny, Parvati, Angelina, and Hermione all fell into fits of giggles, when you peered across the common room at Fred, who turned away from the boys to meet your eyes, and winked at you.

You wished everyone else would leave for their dormitories, leaving you and Fred alone. You wished you had more time to sneak around the corridors late at night. But everyone was awake and alert, doing stupid things throughout the common area and revealing silly secrets, even though it was now nearing two a.m.—and besides, it was your turn now, anyway. You couldn’t wait to get Fred back for his ridiculous stunt.

“So,” you started, sitting yourself down next to Fred, and waiting to continue as everyone took their places. Fred’s firey eyes met yours, and you wanted nothing more than to pull him close to you and press your lips to his. But after the night you had, you knew you’d have a lot of time for that—was sneaking out of the common room going to become a new thing for you both? He placed his hand around your waist and squeezed your hip. Yes seemed to be the answer.

You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a smirk that would certainly send him into overdrive, “truth or dare, Freddie?”

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