#Fred Weasley fanfction

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Severus Head Cannon

- Fred and George Weasley tried to prank Severus Snape a few times. 

- It didn’t really work out. 

- Every trap they set, every trigger or spell that was cast was easily and deftly disarmed, neutralized, or countered. 

- They couldn’t figure it out. 

- One day, they were caught in the act, setting a prank for the new group of unsuspecting first years. Hidden in the dark of a stairwell they couldn’t get the timing of the spell just right. 

- “Mr. and Mr. Weasley, day one of the new school year and I see you are already up to something.” he spoke slowly, drawing out each syllable with cold precision. 

- “Well you see Professor....” Fred started to explain. (Severus could always tell them apart.)

- “... we were just -”

- “Silence.” he said the words quickly, letting it come forth as a sharp bite. He was pleased to see them both jump. He walked closer then, allowed himself to enter the shadowy alcove that the twins were already occupying. He studied them for a moment, eyeing their wands that were gripped tightly in their fists, eyes lazily traveling over the spells that were already placed on the staircase next to them. 

- “I’m very disappointed. Even a first year could detect the magic layered on this staircase. What’s your plan?”

-Neither spoke.

-”Loosen your tongue, boy before you both wind up in detention for the rest of the year.”

-Fred spoke first, “When the first years walk by - 

-”the staircase is rigged to move-”

-”-but not just any movement-”

-”-it’ll transform into a-”

-”-giant snake-”

-”-a chase them down the corridor.”

-”’took us all summer to learn the spells we needed.”

-”Silence.” He cut his hand through the air as if physically stopping the words from coming out of their mouths, “and you really think their prefects will not detect a spell of such caliber layered on the staircase. Or another professor...won’t come along and undo all your hard work.” His words held of his normal malice, a threat laced into each dip of his voice. 

- “Well we didn’t really think about it ....” 

- “Apparently not.” 

- Severus turned quite abruptly then, “20 points from Gryffindor for your lack of skill.”

- He paused and glanced briefly over their shoulder and they could see nothing but malice in his eyes. This was it. This was when he undid the layers of spells they spent the last hour placed on the stair case, all their work and dedication gone with the wave of his wand, “I think ...” he stopped for a moment as if contemplating what ungodly punishment he would bestow on them, “occultis aperta” Both boys flinched, bracing for impact for whatever spell he just unleashed, but nothing happened. 

-”occultis aperta” He said it again, “three taps and a circle.” He turned and walked away without another word. 

-Fred and George looked at each other, “occultis aperta?”

- “’Hidden in plain site’?”

-”Is it a notice-me-not charm?”

- George shrugged and brought his wand up. Three taps and a circle, “occultis aperta.”

- Nothing happened.

- “Ravenclaw, First years this way! Follow me.”

- “Gryffindor, First years!” 

-Fred and George sat back into the shadows with bated breath as the two classes of first years were led by their prefects onto the stair case. The Ravenclaw prefect passed and Fred swore he saw him hesitate as he stepped over the first trigger point, but he didn’t stop to investigate. No one did. No one noticed anything. As the last first year stepped over the spell line they left they felt and heard the rumble of the stair case as it began to shift and transform. 

-From across the way hidden in his own shadow, Severus watched with almost delight as the first years pored past him screaming, a snake shaped staircase following at their heels. 

- The Weasley twins never tried to prank Severus after that. 

Okay so that turned into fanfction more than head canon. But there it is. I secretly think the twins have an odd amount of respect for Severus because let’s be real. If anyone can pull a prank, you’d think a double agent, skilled spy and dark arts enthusiast would be bomb at it. And do you really think that two Hogwarts students would be able to pull something on someone as tightly wound and paranoid as Professor Snape? 

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Blow Your Mind - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to another Fred Weasley fic!  This is inspired by Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa.  Hope you enjoy!

Plot:  “enemies” to lovers trope (enemies in quotes because its more of a rivalry to lovers trope)

Word count: 2,208

In all honesty, you thought Fred Weasley was the most stubborn, annoying, and insufferable person you had ever met.  His cockiness, his blatant disrespect and disregard for rules, and his superior attitude drove you absolutely mad.  Ever since first year, when the two of you started fresh at Hogwarts, you couldn’t stand him.  From his initial prank on you, which was only a dung bomb released in the dormitory you shared with Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, his close friends, you could barely stand the mentioning of his name at times.  

Unfortunately, he was very much in your life.  Angelina and Alicia were your closest friends, and also good friend with him.  George Weasley was kind to you, typically only being an accomplice to Fred’s pranks on you, not the mastermind behind it all.  The relationship you had with Fred was rather complicated, as neither of you truly hated each other.  You weren’t exactly friends, either.  Rivals, at best.

You had thrown such a fit after his first prank that you soon became the target of his tricks then, as he found it so amusing when you were worked up. Over time, you began getting back at him.  It was rather elementary tricks you’d pull, like putting a bucket of creature droppings above his door, nabbing all his clothes from his dormitory, spare a too small sweater, and hanging them in the courtyards, or even sabotaging his pranks on others.  All through the years, you kept your revenge to yourself for the most part, and Fred was clueless as to who constantly tricked him in return, and typically pinned it on Lee or George, never suspecting you, as far as you were aware. 

During your fourth year, Fred began to prank you more than ever.  In fact, his pranks were getting more and more complex, earning the least bit of respect from you. One prank you’ll remember for the rest of your life was right after the Halloween feast.  You had stopped in the library for a moment, finishing up a final essay for the night.  Fred must have been following you, as when you finally left the library and headed towards the Gryffindor common room, you stepped on a tripwire, immediately making your blood run cold.  

Blue dye rained down from above you, coating your uniform, white shirt and all. You could hear Fred cackling from up the hall, but you were too busy wiping the dye from your face.  “Fred Weasley, I am going to end you!”  You took off down the hall after him, leaving a trail of dye down the corridor. 

For weeks after that, your hair remained a brilliant shade of blue, not fading until almost Christmastime.

Just a week or so later, Fred found his bed sheets, pillows, and blankets all strung up in the Astronomy Tower, flying in the wind like a flag for all of the students to see.  You could recall his fury as he blamed Peeves for this prank.

During your fifth year, you decided to step it up a notch after Fred’s constant pranks.  He had began creating his own prank devices, so his work was rather sporadic and creative than years prior.   

One morning, as you sat with Angelina and Alicia in the Great Hall, your fingers drummed against the table as you were lost in your thoughts.  There were thousands of possibilities flying around your mind as to what you could do to embarrass Fred in front of the entire school, but one particular idea stood out to you.  A small smirk formed on your lips as you settled on your plot.  

After a few moments, there was a small jab in your side, bringing you back to your friends.  “What’s that look for?”  Angelina asked hesitantly as she looked at you skeptically. 

You looked up, fighting the smirk that was forming on your lips.  “Oh, nothing.  Just thinking about the upcoming match,” you mumbled in response as you reached forward for a muffin from the large plate.  “Can’t wait to see what’s in store.”  Just as your hand reached the muffins, the entire plate jumped and the muffins exploded, sending bits of muffin all over your robes, your face, and in your hair.   A gasp left your lips as you flinched back.  Immediately, your voice roared through the Great Hall as the other students began to laugh.  “FRED!” 

Angelina and Alicia had bits of muffin on them, but nothing like the crust that covered you in your entirety.  A groan came from you as you wiped at your face.  “About time she quieted down.  I don’t know how the two of you can listen to (Y/N)’s mouth all of the time,” a smug voice spoke from in front of you.  Your eyes wandered up, spotting the red headed devil standing in front of you, across the table, with his arms crossed over his chest.  He was lucky he was out of your reach, or else you might of strangled him at that moment.  

The laughing in the Great Hall wouldn’t subside.  You, however, fought back the tears forming in your eyes.  “If you don’t like the way I talk, why am I on your mind then, Fred?  You’re always playing tricks on me, so you must like the way I say your name,” you replied cooly as you stood and brushed off your robes, but it was no use.  “Just wait until you see what’s coming.” 

“I’m so scared,” Fred taunted you as you stormed away from the table.  “Pathetic she won’t even fight back.”  His voice loomed in your ears as you shoved through the hall with your head held high, ignoring the other laughing students.

 ~.~

“I know that look,” Hermione said to you as you stood in the stands, your arms over your chest and a smirk remaining on your lips.  There was an unsure look on her face that only made you all the more proud of your work that was soon going to be shown.  “Harry said you borrowed his cloak last night.” 

You laughed gently, pushing your Gryffindor scarf over your shoulder.  “I did.  Was up half the night, actually,” you confirmed to her as Madam Hooch stepped out on the field, the wind about blowing her broom from her hand. The crowd cheered at the sight of her.  “Rather windy today, isn’t it?”  Your voice was smug as you smiled into the wind.

Hermione let out a soft breath and held a nervous look on her face.  The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams stepped out on the field, forming a circle before mounting their brooms.  The students roared at the teams, but you remained silent, your eyes on a single player.  “Watch Fred,” you instructed Hermione as you leaned your hands on the railing in front of you, a haughty look on your face. 

Hermione did as she was told, as did Ron, who listened in on the conversation. “Since when do you pull pranks?”  Ron asked aloud, but your eyes watched Fred as he ascended from the ground.  

“Always,” you answered shortly as the wind whipped at his cloak.  Just before Madam Hooch started the game, you watched your hard work shine. 

The faux layer of Fred’s cloak broke loose, as you had only tacked it in place with three stitches, revealing large pink letters across the real crimson red material, spelling out “(Y/N) IS THE PRANK QUEEN” on the entirety of his cloak.  Each letter was hand stitched in place, accounting for your lack of sleep, and making it nearly impossible for the lettering to come off in the wind.  The crowd erupted in laughter, the Gryffindor team joining in, at least those who could spot the words across the ginger’s back.

Madam Hooch started the game regardless of the distraction, and Fred realized the crowd was howling at him.  A confused look formed on his face as he glanced around, trying to figure out why, and after a quick visit from his twin brother on his broom, Fred twisted to spot the bit of pink writing he could see on his own back.  His eyes shot the crowd, spotting you in just a moment.  You had expected him to be furious, but there was an amused and incredibly happy look on his face.  You gave Fred a contentious wave and wink, earning a quick head shake from him before he took off, joining in the game.

Despite the distraction of Fred’s mainly pink cloak, Gryffindor won the match and a party ensued in the common room.  With a drink in your hand, you leaned against one of the desks and chatted quietly with a fourth year, who was praising you for your prank.  As the team entered the room, your smile turned to a smirk as the fourth year ran off to greet them all.

You remained back, allowing all the other students to greet the players, and waited for Fred to find you, because you were sure you were going to get an ear full. 

After about twenty minutes, the team dispersed into the crowd, finally able to break free from the congratulating.  You watched as Fred spotted you, a smirk coming onto his face.  You moved to sit on the desk, your feet swinging above the ground with a prideful smile on your lips.  “Well, do a spin for me!  Let me see my work,” you instructed him once he was close enough to hear you.  With your finger, you did a spinning motion, only making his smirk grow.  

Regardless of the hard feelings you shared in the past, Fred turned, allowing you to see your work on him.  “Prank Queen?” he asked incredulously as you giggled, covering your mouth and he turned to face you.  “You’ve got a lot of catching up to do before you earn that title, you know.”

You mocked being offended.  “What?  My years of pranking you means nothing?” 

Fred looked confused at your words.  His smirk faded as he came to terms with what you meant.  “You mean to tell me it was you?  The buckets, the bedding, the clothes, all of it?” 

Proudly, you nodded.  “Those and every unsolved prank in between,” you confirmed as you crossed your arms over your chest.  “I suppose I’m not so pathetic after all, am I?” 

For a moment, Fred was at a loss for words.  It wasn’t often that he got like this, but for this moment, looking at the person he hurt and tormented for the last four years, he couldn’t find the words to properly express how he was feeling.  “You’re bloody brilliant,” he finally stammered out, his face red at his own words. “I knew it!” 

A gentle blush formed on your face.  “Well, the games have only begun, Weasley,” you teased him as you reached forward, taking the edge of his cloak. “Listen, if you leave me with this for the night, I’ll remove the stitches and get the lettering off,” you told him and ran your finger along the Q in ‘QUEEN’.  

You released his cloak, looking up at Fred.  “I think I’ll keep it on, actually.  I’ve got a spare one I can wear for games,” he explained with a crooked smile.  

You laughed, shaking your head at him and swinging your legs once more.  “Whatever you say, Fred.”  You rolled your eyes and sipped your drink as he leaned against the desk next to you.  

“You were right, you know.”  Fred’s words lingered in the air, making you tilt your head to the side in confusion.  “I could listen to you say my name all day,” he murmured low enough for you to be the only to hear his words. 

His voice rumbled in your head as your face grew warm.  You held the cup to your lips to hide the smug smile on your lips.  “Are you coming on to me, Fred?”  Your own voice was low and sultry, and you waited his eyebrows raise. 

“Is it working?” 

For a split second, you weighed your options in your head.  Before you could process much of your own thought process, your words fell from your lips, “Rather well, actually.” 

Fred smiled, taking your chin in his hand and turning your face so that you had to look at him.  His large, calloused hand caressed your cheek as he caught your lips in a kiss.

From across the room, George leaned against the wall with his arm around Angelina, watching his twin kiss her dorm mate.  “Do you think she finally told him that it was her pranking him all these years?” 

George chuckled, pressing his lips to the side of Angelina’s head.  “He was starting to catch on, anyways,” George admitted with a faint smile.  “The last one, where she took all his cloaks and hung them on the suits of armor, they came back spelling of her perfume.”

Angelina snickered quietly.  “I’ve got to admit, that was my doing.  While (Y/N) had all his cloaks in our dorm, I sprayed a few of them in hopes that he would catch on.”

George raised his eyebrows, impressed with his girlfriend.  “Well, it was only a matter of time before they got together.”

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Fred and George Masterlist

This is my masterlist dedicated solely to Fred and George since I write for them the most!  All other characters can be found here.

*Fred and George Fics are below the cut*

Fred Weasley

Nightmares

Make You Mine

Biligual

To Win a War

Muse

Switch

Someone Else

We’re Okay

They Went That Way

White Dress

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George Weasley

The Only One

Everything

Not Serious

Sweet Treat

No Choice

Little Less to Love

Your Only

Memories I Forget Sometimes

Chocolate Milk

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Secrets - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to a short lil Fred fic! This was requested by anon, “Hi! Do you take requests? If yes could you do one where George doesn’t know that Fred and the reader are together and he walks in on them??” Sorry this took a minute to finish, but hope you enjoy!

Warnings:  slightly steamy, kissing, insinuation of steamy time

Word count: 998

For the longest time, Fred and George Weasley had been your closest friends. Their chaotic energy was your favorite part about them. They were always up to no good, pulling pranks and outright ignoring the rules of the school.

Over time, it was apparent to both you and Fred that there were feelings between the two of you that was rather different than your relationship with George.  As the years progressed, you began seeing Fred in an entirely different capacity, unbeknownst to anyone else.  Your relationship was kept a secret from the other students, and even his own twin. 

During your sixth year, just after you celebrated a year of seeing Fred, the two of you came to the conclusion that the relationship was firm enough that you could break the news to others now, without a fear that a breakup could ruin your relationship with George.  It was well discussed, well plotted out, and a rather perfect plan to reveal your relationship to the world.

But, of course, if any sort of idea involved the twins, it would not play out as planned.  

One afternoon, as George was in detention with Lee Jordan for a plot that Fred was able to escape conviction for, Fred had plotted a final secret meeting between the two of you.  It would be the last time he would have to hide his affection for you, the last time he would have to refrain himself from kissing you in a crowded room, the last time he could live the thrill of having a secret romance.  

The moment he got you alone in his dormitory, as the rest of his roommates were either in detention or in the Great Hall, his lips latched onto yours immediately.  He pressed you against the door, using you to close it tight, as his hands cupped around your face.  It took you no time to meet Fred’s pace, pulling on the lapels of his school uniform to pull his body closer to yours.

Fred’s lips were feverish against yours, his lips and tongue tasted of sweets, as he kissed you deeply without any sort of hesitation or shyness, like when your relationship was still new.  

You pushed him backward without breaking your kiss, forcing him to step backwards towards his bed.  Your hands pushed his cloak from his shoulders, allowing it to pool on the ground around your feet.  “I love you, you know,” he mumbled against your lips as his hands moved to your waist, tugging at your shirt to untuck it from your skirt. 

Hearing those words, which were still relatively new to your relationship, made butterflies erupt in your stomach.  Truthfully, just about anything Fred said made you have butterflies.  But those three words, you felt like you were floating.  “I love you,” you responded as your fingers worked at his tie.

Fred hummed gently as he kissed down your cheek, to your jaw, and landing on your neck.  “Forever.”  His promise echoed in your mind as you finally managed to untie his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck, and moved to the buttons of his white shirt.  Fred nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck, drawing a small groan from your lips.

One by one, as Fred kissed your neck hungrily, you undid the buttons of his shirt.  Just as you finished the last one, he pushed you back on his bed, making a light laugh fall from your lips.  Fred hovered over you, his lips swollen from kissing.  He smiled at you, ducking down to kiss you once more, just as the dormitory swung open.

Fred stood straight, his shirt open, revealing the freckled skin of his chest, and he looked truly like a deer in headlights. You sat up quickly, adjusting your untucked shirt as your eyes widened at the rather amused looking George.  

“George,” Fred began then, not bothering to rebutton his shirt.  He opened his mouth to keep talking, but George interrupted him swiftly.  Frantically, you smoothed your hair out and straightened yourself as you stood nervously. 

“I knew it,” George roared, throwing his hands up in the air.  “Bloody hell, the two of you could have at least tied a tie on the doorknob.” 

You tilted your head to the side.  “Georgie, we were going to tell you.  Tomorrow, in fact,” you started nervously. 

Fred picked up for you then, continuing.  “We didn’t want this to ruin your friendship with (Y/N).” 

George scoffed, moving about the room as if he hadn’t just caught the two of you in a rather vulnerable position.   He took his broom up into his hand and moved towards the door.  “How foolish to think that could happen.  You act as if it hasn’t been obvious that the two of you haven’t been up to something.”   Both Fred’s and your own face flushed red as you glanced at each other, guilty looks on your faces.  

“You’re not mad?”  Your voice was quiet as you looked at him with a rather confused look.  

“At all?”  Fred added, equally as surprised as you.  

With a smirk, George shook his head.  “Of course not,” “Put a tie on the door, would you?” 

With that, George slipped from the room with a smirk on his lips.  Fred looked over at you, a smile spreading on his lips before he began laughing rather loudly.  You covered your face, allowing yourself to fall back on his bed once more.  “I am absolutely mortified,” you whined quietly as you peaked through your hands.  Fred was walking to the door, pulling the tie that was hanging around his neck.  “What are you doing?”

Fred opened the door of his dormitory.  “Doing as he said.  I’m putting a tie on the door,” he explained with a smirk as he loosely hung his tie on the doorknob.  Just after closing the door once more, Fred turned to you, sliding his white shirt over his shoulders.  “Where were we, love?”

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They Went That Way - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to another Fred x fem!reader fic! I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 926

You had never really gotten to know the Weasley twins throughout your first six years of schooling.  You knew of them, and often watched their pranks from afar, and sort of thought of yourself as a fan of their work.  Being in a different house than them, you didn’t often run into them, and truthfully you weren’t sure if they even knew your name.  

Fortunately, you were rather wrong about that statement.  Fred and George Weasley knew all about you, given you had dated Oliver Wood shortly before he graduated.  Ironically, that’s how you got to know of them as well.  From there, you did all you could to watch their rather hilarious antics.  What you hadn’t realized was that you caught the eye of Fred Weasley as well.

He made it his mission to find out all he could about you before he grew the courage to approach you.  Oddly enough for him, that moment came sooner than he expected.

You sat on one of the stone benches outside the History of Magic classroom, reading up on your textbook.  There was rarely anyone to ever be in this corridor on weekends, so it often became a quiet place for you to read and focus without the ruckus your common room held.  

Your mind was drawn from your book as you heard two sets of footsteps running down the corridor, towards you.  With a curious look on your face, you leaned forward and spotted Fred and George bucking it through the corridor as if there was a dementor on their tails.  You would have thought they were in danger if it weren't for the incredibly wide smiles on their face. 

The twins spotted you as they ran by, both simultaneously holding their fingers to their lips to quiet you.  A wide smile formed on your own lips as you stood, your open book still in your hands.  You watched after them as they quickly turned the corner not far from where you were.  Another set of footsteps coming down the corridor made you turn and with a cloud of sickly pink smoke following him came Professor Snape with a furious look on his face.  “(Y/L/N/)!  Which way did they go?”  The professor roared as soon as he spotted you.  His robes were covered in a pink powder-like substance, mostly on the ends and creating the pink smoke behind him.  

You tilted your head to the side, trying to keep from smiling.  “Who, sir?”  Your voice was kind and curious as you closed your book in your hands. 

“The Weasley twins, you stupid girl!” 

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you pretended to think for a moment.  Perhaps if he weren’t so rude, you wouldn’t be as hateful as you were.  “Ran down that corridor, sir,” you answered and pointed the way he came and a turn in front of where the twins had originally come from.  “Said something about going to hide in the greenhouses, I believe,” you lied smoothly.  

Professor Snape scowled and turned on his heel, running in the direction you told him.  As soon as he was out of sight, you smiled widely and broke into a fit of giggles and turned around as well, spotting the Weasley twins peeking out from around the corner.  “The coast is clear,” you called to them and waved them out. 

“Absolutely brilliant,” Fred announced and clapped loudly.  

“A true lifesaver,” George agreed as he joined in with the clapping. 

Rather dramatically, you bowed deeply as you laughed.  “As much as I’d love to bask in the praise, I’m afraid it would be a rather smart idea for you both to be as far away from Professor Snape as possible, as I’m sure he will come lurking once he realizes you’re not in the greenhouses,” you explained with a cheery smile as you tucked your book under your arm. 

Fred tilted his head to the side, smiling widely.  “What’s the fun in avoiding him?  You see, we quite like the game of cat and mouse,” he explained in return as he haughtily crossed his arms over his chest.

“Precisely,” George agreed, mimicking his twin.  “In fact, we should head down to the greenhouses and see our work.  What do you say, Freddie?”  

Fred hummed and raised an eyebrow.  “Sounds like right fun, actually.  Care to join, (Y/N)?”  Fred asked you.  You were surprised he knew your name, and it oddly made your face feel rather warm. 

“As thrilling and entertaining as that sounds, I’ll have to pass at the moment.  Next time, I would be honored to witness a Weasley Twin Prank.”  Your voice was playful as you smirked gently.  “I’ll see you boys around, then.”  With that, you turned on your heel and walked up the corridor, and ducking around one of the corners, pressing your back to the wall. 

You listened closely in hopes you would hear what the twins had to say about you.  “She’s bloody brilliant,” you heard Fred announce to his brother after a moment.  

George chuckled.   “Smitten, are we?”

Fred laughed then, a confident and playful laugh that made your cheeks warm and your heartbeat pick up.  “I reckon so.  I’ve been sniffing around long enough about her.  I’m going to make her fall in love with me, Georgie, you’ll see.” 

You clasped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.  The words bounced around in your mind seemed to be unfathomable.  Fred Weasley?  Smitten for you?  Seemed unbelievable, to say the least. 

“Seems you’re already in love, mate.”

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Cowardice - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to another Fred fic.  I swear I do too many pics involving the Yule Ball.  Hope you enjoy. :)

warnings: mentions of food

word count: 1,447

When news of the Yule Ball spread, you about choked on your own tongue. You were at a time in your life where your personal life was already complicated enough, let alone adding a huge social event on top of it.  Despite this, you had been informally seeing Fred outside of your already close friendship for some time now, nearing a year, actually, and you had no idea what you were to him.

You often shared kisses and affection like it was going out of style, only whenever you were in private, but you frequently told each other how much the other meant to you, but you were not labelled, or serious, you could even say, because outside of the Golden Trio and the Weasley siblings, no one really knew of your untold relationship.  You were just… together.  

A week or so after the announcement of the Yule Ball, as you ate breakfast with your closest friends, Ginny, Fred, and George, you got a rather large parcel from your mother.  Your face turned as red as their hair when it landed in front of you, crushing your toast and jam as if it were nothing, and you watched as your mother’s owl fled the building as if it knew you were going to be petrified.  “Oh, no,” you whispered to yourself as your friends watched with curious eyes.  You looked at the splattered jam on the table and huffed as well.  “Bloody bird has no boundaries,” you also muttered as you examined the jam also on your sweater.

Fred and George cackled at the incident, and even Ginny giggled a little bit at your splattered breakfast.  After a moment of silence from you passed, with you just sitting and staring at nothing with your hands on the table next to the parcel, Fred spoke up with the same smirk on his lips.  “Well, aren’t you going to open it?”  He asked you with humor laced all through his voice.

With your lips slightly parted, you snatched the parcel up in your arms, shaking your head.  “Ah, no, I am not.  It’s my Yule Ball dress,” you said quickly despite the fact that you were getting jam all over the sleeves of your sweater now, on top of the splattered jam just about everywhere else, and you still held it to your body as if it were gold.  There was no way you were going to let anyone see you in the dress before the ball.

Excitedly, Ginny gasped.  “Oh!  I want to see!” she exclaimed and reached for the package, but you swung out of her reach like a child and stood from the table with a smile playing upon your lips.

“Absolutely not,” you argued with her as the twins watched you curiously and humorously.  “I am going to debut it the night of the ball, of course.  I don’t want anyone to see it beforehand,” you explained lamely, trying to ease the situation you have created by yourself.  You knew you were making a big deal out of nothing, but it was your preference.

George tilted his head to the side slightly, an amused look on his face. “Have you already got a date?” he asked you as you checked your watch for the time. Luckily, you had time before the group left for Hogsmeade to change and hide your dress away somewhere deep in your dormitory.

Again, you sighed with an annoyed look on your face.  “No,” you answered stubbornly and glanced at Fred, who was equally as amused.  Ginny laughed quietly, knowing exactly what you were getting at.

Fred snickered at you.  “Why are you hiding your dress if you don’t even have a date, yet, you loon?”  He asked you sassily and as a smirk formed maliciously on your face, you watched as his own smile left his handsome features. Oh, he left this opportunity out in the open.

George had already begun laughing before you even had begun to speak. “Well, if the guy I have been seeing rather often lately would just man up and ask me, then I would truly have a reason to hide it, wouldn’t I?” you questioned Fred hypothetically and sarcastically with a smug smile on your lips that made him turn red in the face.  After you had finished speaking, Ginny and George were cackling as you turned on your heels, leaving the Great Hall triumphantly.  

~.~

A few days later, after your longest day of classes of the week, you trudged towards your dormitory, ready to go to bed for the night and skip out of dinner, like you shamefully usually did.  As you walked, you noticed that most people were actually heading to the Great Hall already, meaning you might actually be able to fall asleep quickly.

Before you were even into your doorway yet, you were already kicking our shoes into the room and pulling the cloak you wore off, discarding it on the trunk at the bottom of your bed.  But after you did this, you froze in your spot and your heart about launched out of your chest.  “Fred! You scared the bones out of me,” you scolded the boy who leaned against one of your four posts with a smile on his face.  Dramatically, you held your hand to your heart.  

“I’ve become rather good at that, haven’t I?”  He asked you softly and calmly, which was slightly out of his normal demeanor.  As you approached him, he held his hand out for you to take, and you did.  You allowed him to pull you into him and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.  “I got you something,” he told you after a moment of silence and you pulled back, looking at him curiously.  

Fred pulled away entirely, digging into the pocket of his black slacks and fished something out that he held in his hand.  “I should have done this long ago, and I am incredibly sorry for leading you on this long,” he began to explain and you only became further confused, tilting your head to the side.  “My mum told me that when a girl is special enough to stay by your side, even when you do the stupidest of things, then you need to keep her.”  He paused, trying to articulate his words but you could tell that he was struggling with it. He sighed, a small smile on his lips, and continued, “I suppose what I am trying to get at is that I would really like to be able to call you my girlfriend to, you know, everyone.  At the Yule Ball and all.”  Fred ducked his head quickly, his face redder then you had ever seen in your time of knowing him.

Your heart was thudding in your chest as he spoke and you found yourself falling in love with him so quickly.  With a smile playing on your lips, you gave him a shallow nod.  “I’d really like that, too,” you agreed softly and Fred smiled widely, taking your hand and placing something cool in it as he brought you close to him, kissing the top of his head.

“I hope it matches your mystery dress,” he nervously teased you as you opened your hand out of curiosity and gasping the moment your eyes landed on the silver necklace in your hand.  “When I was speaking with my mum about you, she suggested I give you a gift to make up for being such a coward.  It's a family heirloom, actually,” he added, obviously proud of himself.  “I just added a little to it.”

The silver necklace held a small, beautiful red gem in a sleek clasp, engraved with a FW on the back, which was your favorite part by far.  “Fred, you didn’t have to do that,” you murmured, looking at him with the biggest eyes he had ever seen, and he only smiled.  You were at a loss for words, and couldn’t believe that he cared that much.

He kissed the top of your head once more, and you looked up to him again, away from the necklace, and you kissed him hard, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to bring his lips down to yours.  Fred chuckled into the kiss, pulling away and taking the necklace from your hand.  “Go, on. Turn around,” he instructed and you laughed, doing as you were told, and you felt the cool metal against your skin as he clasped it into place. “Perfect,” Fred murmured to himself as he caught view of you in your roommate’s mirror across the room.

“By the way, it matches my dress well.”

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Unrequited Love - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to a new Fred fic!  This was inspired by @thisismysecrethappyplace​‘s dream she told me about.  I hope this does it justice for you, Ally!  Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: fake dating trope, 

Word count:  1,740

With your bag over your shoulder, you walked through the Hogwarts Library, on a hunt for a book to assist you in finishing your Transfiguration essay.  As usual, you paid little attention to the other students around you, as you had more important things to focus on in that moment. 

Making your way towards the appropriate aisle of the extensive library, you heard a soft psst noise, causing you to turn and glance to your right.  Fred Weasley was beckoning to you, urging you to come to him.  Next to him, much to your surprise, was Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl two years younger than both you and him.  With an unsure look, you glanced away from him and continued on your path.  There had been a time of two where you've spoken to him, but only in passing when you were around your best friend, Hermione Granger.  You barely knew him.  You knew his twin brother better, being as he was your partner in Potions class the entirety of the year before, but even then, you didn’t speak much outside of class.

After a short moment, you felt arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing your in a tight hug.  The scent of chocolate and gunpowder filled your nostrils, and you twisted in the grip, shoving the arms from you.  “What are you doing?” you whispered at him in a furious voice, trying to keep from disturbing Madam Pince or the other students.  

Fred smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck in a poor attempt to seem casual.  With a huff, you walked off, abandoning your mission to find a Transfiguration book to use for your essay.  As you walked away, you heard him mutter to Pansy, who has followed in his steps towards you, “She’s still mad at me.” 

You had no earthly idea what he was referring to, as you barely knew him, let alone had a reason to be mad at him before now.  

~.~

Later that afternoon during your free period, as you sat with your books open and surrounding you in the Great Hall, working diligently on your essay.  Roughly halfway through, your eyes glanced away from the parchment as someone sat down at the table across from you.  

A sour look formed on your face as Fred settled into the seat, a cheeky look on his face.  “Hello, love,” he greeted cheerily. 

“What’s going on with you?  Why are you talking to me today?”  You wasted no time getting to the point as you set your quill in your bottle of in and crossed your arms on the table. 

Fred’s smile faded slightly and he glanced around briefly, making sure no one was around.  “I need your help.”  With a skeptical look, you didn’t respond, so he continued.  “You see, the Parkinson girl was with Terence Higgs as he practiced brewing an Amortentia potion and long story short, she is convinced she smelled me in the potion.  You’re familiar with what that means, I assume,” Fred explained with a scowl on his face.  Gently, you nodded.  “Well, she’s been up my bum since, insisting that she wants to get to know me.  I can’t stand the poor girl.” 

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head.  “Just humor her.  What harm could it do?” 

“Loads,” Fred responded immediately and threw his hands up.  “Load of harm.  If she continues to catch feelings, it’ll only break her heart more!” 

“I don’t see how this is my problem.”  You moved to pick up your quill again, to end the conversation, but Fred caught your hand. 

A small frown formed on his lips.  “Well, it became your problem when I sort of told Pansy that I had a secret girlfriend and when she demanded to know who it was, I said it was you.”  His face was reddened at his own words as he released your hand.  You could tell by the look on his face that he was ashamed an unsure of his actions. 

Your mouth fell open in surprise.  “Excuse me?  I barely even know you!  Why me?”  

Fred glanced around once more, to ensure no one was listening in on your conversation.  “Keep it down, would you?” he asked quickly, leaning closer to the table to speak at a lower volume.  “I remembered how George always said how kind and helpful you were to him, and you were one of the first people I laid eyes on during my big lie.”  Your shoulders ell forward, oddly disappointed with his answer.  “Which brings me here now, I need you to keep the charade up, because I believe she’s already spilled our little secret relationship to a few people.”

“Absolutely not,” you answered and began closing up your books.  “No, I will not keep up this charade.  It’s absolutely unbelievable.  I’m nothing like the girls you dated in the past.  You’re all about the little Quidditch girls of the school.  That’s not me, and I’m not even in Gryffindor!”  As you pulled your quill from the ink, Fred looked saddened by your words.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Fred said suddenly, as if he were surprised by his own words.

With a scoff, you shook your head.  “Flattery won’t make you get your way,” you snapped and packed your belongings into your bag.  

Fred pulled your bag away from you then, so you couldn’t up and leave him there at the table.  “That’s not what I was going for, actually.  I hate you think that way, because you truly are beautiful and would be a lovely girlfriend, fake or not.”  His voice was insistent and seemingly sincere, making you narrow your eyes at him.  His words were too kind, as you heard he was more of a prankster than a poet.  “Besides, it’s too late.  Pansy already thinks you’re my secret girlfriend.  And I promise I’ll make it up to you, somehow.” 

Reaching across the table, you pulled your bag back and out of his hand.  Fred watched you with pleading eyes, obviously coming as close to begging as he would get.  “Fine,” you muttered.  “You better break up with me soon.” 

As you put your bag over your shoulder, Fred’s face lit up.  “Really?  I’ll make it up you, I really will.  Thank you,” Fred said quickly and stood with you.  Without responding, you began walking away with a confused look on your face, regarding the whole situation.  Before you could get too far, Fred walked along side you, on the other side of the table.  “There’s something else you should know, too,” Fred added once he got her attention.  

“Oh, boy,” you mumbled and came to a stop.  “What’s that, Fred?”

“Well, I told Pansy you were angry with me for being rather friendly with other girls, you see.  So, if you could act angry until I apologize, that would brilliant.” 

With a smile that was rather sarcastic, you nodded.  “Shouldn’t be hard at all.”  With that, you exited the Great Hall without the boy on your heels.  

~.~

The next few days were difficult for you.  The thought of Fred and your little secret with him was looming over you.  A few people started asking questions, as they heard rumors about your secret romance, and you managed to deflect those questions rather quickly. 

It wasn’t until you sat in the courtyard with Hermione a few days later did the secret finally come out once and for all.  From across the courtyard, you could see Fred deflecting Pansy as she tried to speak with him.  His eyes were you, and a quick wink told you that he was about to make a show.  

“Bloody hell,” you muttered.  

Hermione looked up, confused.  “What?”

You glanced back to Fred, who was flanked by George and Lee Jordan.  “Hello, love,” he greeted, causing Hermione, George, and Lee to look surprised.  

“Hello,” you greeted in return as you stood with a cold expression on your face and your arms crossed over your chest.

Fred raised an eyebrow, as if he were encouraging you.  “I wanted to apologize for my lewd behavior,” he began, rather dramatically, causing a smile to break out on your face, regardless of how much you fought it.  “Please forgive me, my love.” 

Fighting yourself to keep from laughing, you pretended to think about the answer you were going to give.  Calming yourself for a moment, you gave a gentle nod.  “All right.  I don’t think I could stay mad at you, anyways.”  

Fred smiled widely, wrapping his arm around you happily.  “Brilliant, I don’t think I could go another day without a kiss form you!”  

Upon processing his words, your eyes went wide as you looked up at him.  Fred raised his eyebrows, as if he were asking your permission.  For a moment, you hesitated, an unsure look on your face.  But that faded quickly as a cheeky smirk formed on your face and you took Fred’s face into your hands, kissing him deeply.  Fred responded immediately, his hands on you waist.

You pulled away after a moment, you're a face warm and a smirk on your lips. Fred looked surprised and a little flustered, only making your confidence grow.  “See you later, love,” you said then, shooting him a wink and falling back into your spot next to Hermione.

George and Lee clasped Fred on the back, laughing and hooting as they walked off all proud.  Hermione looked at you incredulously, as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened right in front of her.  You spotted Pansy across the courtyard, looking furious, and following after Fred. 

“What in the world was that?”  Hermione asked then, bumping her shoulder with yours.  “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Biting your lip, you shrugged lightly.  Hermione fell quiet, waiting for you to speak.  “Its quite the tale,” you started, then spilling the secret to your closest friend.  

By the end of it, Hermione looked mildly horrified, but broke into a fit of giggles shortly after.  “Well, that didn’t seem much like a secret or fake kiss to me.” 

“Well, it was.  Had to fool Pansy somehow,” you replied and ducked your head with a small smile. 

Hermione hummed, unconvinced.  “I don’t know... I think there’s more there than this fake dating charade.”

Scoffing lightly, you shook your head.  “I highly doubt it, Hermione.  But, I suppose we will see where this goes.” 

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It’s A Date - Fred Weasley

Welcome to another Fred blurb!  This takes place post war.  Hope you enjoy!

Word count:  1,605

Truthfully, you had always been rather content with your life.  During your schooling, you weren’t unpopular, but you weren’t popular.  People gravitated towards you, but you never became attached to anyone.  You weren’t ever the one to seek other out, but you were there for when others needed you.  In fact, if no one had sought you out, you would have spent your school years alone, and you were content with that.  

When you graduated, you started working at a muggle flower shop in London, where you rather sneakily used magic to make your flowers the most beautiful in the area.  When the war came around two years later, you didn’t hesitate a moment to fight at your old school.  The battle was hectic and you met many new faces and a few familiar, including your partner during the first half of the battle, Fred Weasley.  He had gotten separated from his brother, and you arrived alone, so there was an unspoken agreement to stick together.

Fred and you worked well together, even in school.  He was your partner on occasion during Potions class, and you quite enjoyed his jokes and company.  Throughout the battle, you and Fred saved each other on multiple occasions, both of you barely avoiding the cold grasp of death.  During it all, a small bit of rubble had hit you as well, leaving a rather ugly cut across the side of your face.  Fred broke his leg when wall collapsed and you blasted as much away from him as you could.  During the calm period, you helped Fred to the Great Hall, where his family took care of him, and you left to finish the battle.  That was the last you saw of Fred.  

After the war ended, you returned to your quiet life, coming to work each morning with a small scar you wore on your face with pride.  Day in and day out, you worked and went back to your flat, to your books and to your cat, which had become your best and one of your few friends.  

One particular Monday, on your day off, you decided to go to your old stomping grounds.  You hadn’t been in Diagon Alley in years.  In fact, you hadn’t been in touch with any sort of magical shop in almost two years, since the battle and since the war drew to an end. 

You entered through the Leaky Cauldron, dipping your head to the patrons you faintly recognized.  As you entered Diagon Alley, a nostalgic feeling washed over you.  Last time you had been there, most of the shops were closed and it was rather drab and dreary, but now it was like when you were a kid.  Bright, bustling, and beautiful.  There were so many witches and wizards, dressed how you used to dress, in cloaks and colorful clothing, pointy hats and odd animals on their shoulders.  Music played loudly from a nearby shop, which you recognized to be the Weird Sisters.  Memories of the Yule Ball faded into your mind and a faint smile formed on your lips as you wandered up the alley. 

You felt out of place, wearing your tight jeans and black band t-shirt, containing a muggle band you were sure few people in the alley around you knew of.  But the wand tucked into the waist of your jeans made you feel like part of them.  As you wandered up the alley, your eyes landed on the one shop you had never been in.  Weasley Wizard Wheezes. 

It was an incredibly fun looking store, one you were sure you would enjoy, but before the war, you only ever came to Diagon Alley when you absolutely needed to, and your time there was short with no time for stops like this.  Now, however, you had all the time in the world.

When you stepped into the shop, it smelled of fireworks and sweets and there were various sounds and flashing lights all around.  It was August still, so there were copious amounts of young students bustling around and laughing at everything around.  Your smile grew as you ran your hand along a display, looking at the bottled love potions and Puking Pastilles, to other products you truly couldn’t have thought up in your most wild dreams. 

As you picked up an odd looking package, you felt someone brush by you and you ignored it, accrediting it to the busy shop, but as you turned over the package in your hand, a voice brought stole your focus.  “Well, hello,” a voice you recognized greeted, causing you to turn to the Weasley twin.  “Here I thought I’d never see you again.”

Fred smiled at you, but held a confused look on his face.  “Loonar Loop Luminators?” you asked him with a small laugh in your voice.  You wondered in the back of your mind what he meant by his words, but you brushed it off for the moment.

Fred glanced down to the package in your hand, as he had not noticed it sooner as his eyes focused on your face.  “A sort of firework,” he answered proudly and took the product from your hand.  “A demonstration, maybe?” 

Shrugging lightly, you followed Fred as he led you to the center of the store.  “All right, you lot, listen up!”  His voice boomed through the store, silencing the many students and grown ups alike.  “I’ll be doing a quick demonstration of our Loonar Loop Luminators, so stand clear,” he continued as he opened the package.  He placed a small blue tube on the ground, using his wand to light the end of it. 

After a few mere seconds, sparks of various colors exploded from the product, reaching the ceiling of the shop and popping into more sparkles.  You clapped, along with the rest of the store, as the fireworks exploded beautifully.  Fred smiled proudly, his arms crossed over his chest, and waited until the last of the sparks faded to speak once more.  “Loonar Loop Luminators can be found over here to the left, in the front of the store,” he finished and swooped down, picking up the expired product.  Fred stepped back over to you, an expectant look on his face.  “What’d you think?” 

“Absolutely brilliant,” you answered with a laugh.  

Fred beamed at your words.  “You see, if you do it in an open area, and not indoors, it will be a much more grand show.  Sparks will fly to the moon, hence the name,” he explained proudly and flashed the box to you, which held a rather smiley moon.

You hummed, a bright look in your eyes.  “I reckon that’s quite the sight.  I might have to leave here with a few myself.”

Fred smirked, glancing at the box in his hand once more.  “Take as many as you want.  I couldn’t bear to charge the person who saved my life,” he explained as he led you to the counter, where he tossed the box in a waste bin.  

With a small laugh, you shrugged and leaned against the counter as his brother, who was two years younger than you, rung up the many guests.  “Well, you saved mine as well, so I had assumed we were even.”  

Fred scoffed, checking his watch for a moment before glancing at his brother.  “Man the shop for a minute, mate?” 

Ron glanced at you and nodded, a smile on his lips.  “Take your time.”

“Got a moment?”  Fred asked you as he nodded towards the door of his shop. 

You glanced at your own watch, pretending to contemplate his words, but shrugged.  “I suppose so.” 

Fred smirked and led you through the shop, out into Diagon Alley.  “I thought you died, you know?”  His voice was a little shaky as he spoke, his hands in the pockets of his colorful suit. 

“Well, here I am,” you replied lamely, giving him a gentle smile and a small shrug.  

With an incredulous look on his face, Fred shook his head at you.  “I mourned you, you know?” 

Your smile fell at his words, causing you to feel oddly guilty.  “Why would you mourn someone you didn’t know to be dead?  Someone you barely know?”  The words came out a little harsher than you intended, but as Fred led you up Diagon Alley, walking slowly through the crowd, you were sure he understood. 

“I want to know you,” Fred said suddenly, his voice insistent.  Your mouth fell open, rather surprised by his words, and waited for him to continue.  “I always have.  That’s why I always convinced others to let me be your partner in class, why I spoke to you as much as I could without bothering you, why I wanted to stay by your side during the battle.”  Your face felt warm at his confession and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.  

With a gentle blush on your face, you ducked your head and smiled to yourself. “Well, here I am,” you repeated the words you said moments before and glanced up at Fred.

Fred smiled widely at your words, raising his eyebrows.  “Will you let me take you to dinner, then?” 

For a moment, you bit your lip and pretended to consider his offer.  After a brief pause, you spoke softly, “I suppose so.”

“Brilliant,” Fred smirked and stood with his hands in his pockets.  “Meet you here at the shop tomorrow?  Say seven?” 

Nodding gently, you fought the wide grin forming on your lips.  “It’s a date.”

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Drifting Off - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to another Fred blurb!  This one takes place after the way (so obviously, Fred lives) and is pretty hurty but ends okay. 

Warnings: Anxiety, PTSD from war, throwing up, breakdowns.

Word count: 1,203

Fred noticed a change in you before you had.  It was little things in the day that made him realize how much you were struggling after the war.  

It had been two months and you still woke up every night, sweating and breathing heavily.  It had been two months and you still would throw up at the sight of blood.  It had been two months and you still flinched when someone mentioned the name of a fallen friend, student, or stranger you didn't even know.  It had been two months and you still couldn’t sit still for more than twenty minutes without drifting off in your thoughts.  It had been two months and you still duck for cover at a loud noise.

You hadn’t realized your behavior was out of the ordinary.  In fact, it felt like a new normal to you, and you forgot that you once didn’t have these habits.  Over time, as it became your new normal, it worried Fred more and more.  He knew you were not okay, and quite frankly, he wasn't either, but he knew you would never reach out for help, like he has.  In fact, Fred had recently become accepting, has been able to sleep through the night, and was returning to normal.  But you were getting worse. 

Fred had come to the conclusion he would talk to you about it.  In the last two months, you walked away from Fred whenever he tried to talk about the war, tears forming in your eyes.  He hated to push you, but knew you far better than anyone else on the world, and he knew you needed to talk.  You needed to put your feelings into words, something you’ve always done to alleviate your stress and your mind. 

In the middle of the night, Fred woke up as he felt the bed shift, and he reached over to you quickly, but you were out of reach and already on your feet.  He could hear you hyperventilating, and he sprung from the bed, taking long strides to get to the other side of the bed.  Without a word, he wrapped you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you as you calmed down. 

Your skin was clammy, and your eyes were tearing up and Fred’s heart ached.  “(Y/N), we need to talk about it,” Fred murmured as he stroked your hair, which was damp with sweat. 

“I can’t, Fred,” you sobbed then, a full breakdown coming to peak.  As much as Fred hated to admit it, your breakdown was a good sign.  You bottled up your emotions frequently, until you held them in so long that they spilled over into one big breakdown.  He hoped and prayed this would be the night to ease your mind. 

Fred pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks, wiping away the tears that spilled down your cheeks like little rivers.  “Love, you can do it.  We need to talk and you know it.  Tell me how you feel, and don’t leave a bit out of it,” Fred insisted as he sat you on the edge of the bed, taking the chair from the corner of the bedroom you shared with him and sitting it directly across from you.

Fred placed his hands on your knees as you sat on the bed across from him, sobbing and struggling to breath.  “Fred, every time I try to sleep, I dream of those we lost.  I dream of Lavender being devoured by Greyback, I dream of Lupin and Tonks, I dream of Colin Creevey - everyone. I dream of them and again and again, I can’t save them.  I hear their names and I feel like I'm going to vomit, I hear talk of the battle and I feel weak, I sit at my desk at work too long and I can’t hear my own thoughts.  Fred, I’m falling apart and I don’t know if I will ever be okay!”  Your sobs continued, louder now, and your body shook as you tried your best to breath.  

Fred’s heart broke.  There was no other way to put it.  The love of his life was in front of him, taking far too much responsibility for the deaths of those lost in the Battle of Hogwarts, tearing yourself apart for it.  Without thinking, Fred stood, nudging your knees apart so he could stand between them, and took your face into his hands.  “(Y/N), my love, listen to me closely,” Fred insisted. 

Your eyes still cried huge, emotional tears, but you nodded as you sniveled and sobbed.  “None of that is your fault.  I know you see it as your own, but you cannot and will not save everyone.  If you could do it all again, you would not be able to save everyone, and that’s just face.  Tearing yourself apart and drifting away from reality will not change a thing about it and it will only hurt yourself and others around you.  Love, you’re worrying the life out of me,” Fred paused as his voice became shaky, and his own tears welled up in his eyes.  He cleared his throat before he could continue.  “You’re allowed to be sad, hell, you’re allowed to be absolutely devastated, but you are not allowed to blame yourself for those lost.  There was not and is not a thing you could have done to change the outcome.  In fact, you saved many lives fighting.”  Fred paused, closing his eyes tight as he pictured the column falling towards him, only to be blasted to bits by an incredible spell he hadn’t even realized you knew.  “Including my own.  (Y/N), what I’m trying to say is, you did far more good than you’re taking credit for.  In fact, you’re blaming yourself for something you could not have helped.”  

Fred’s words bored into your mind, and your sobs slowed to minor snivels.  You still struggled to catch your breath, but you were calming down.  Putting your thoughts into words, telling Fred about how you felt, truthfully made you feel better, but Fred’s words lifted a weight from your chest that was suffocating you for the last two months.  “Does it ever stop hurting, Freddie?” 

Carefully, Fred kissed your forehead.  “It does, over time.  But not if you keep bottling it in to yourself.”  Slowly, you nodded and leaned into his hand, your eyes flutter shut. 

“I’m a right mess, aren’t I?” 

Fred smiled gently, wiping your tears with the edge of his sleeve.  “No, you’re just hurting is all, love.  I’m here to alleviate as much pain as I can.” 

Slowly, the saddest smile Fred had ever witnessed formed on your face.  You leaned forward, placing your forehead against Fred’s chest and sighed quietly.  “After I shower, will you hold me?” 

Fred’s smile grew wider.  “Only if I can join you.” 

For the first time in the last two months, you laughed.  A true, natural laugh.  A laugh that Fred missed far too much.  The sound of it brought tears to his eyes, and he held you closer as you giggled further.  “Fine,” you finally mumbled as you took his hand and stood from the bed, leading him to the shower.

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Switch - Fred Weasley

Hello and Happy Friday!  Hope you enjoy another Fred blurb!

Word count: 1,336

With a solemn look on your face, you kept your head in your hands and watched your sweet love from afar.  It felt so bitter and awful to only be able to see him like this, happy and seemingly in love, when it involved someone other than you.  It hurt, to say the least, but you wanted nothing more than for Fred to be happy.  

You shifted gently, hiking your long dress up around your ankles to reveal your intricate and sparkling heels, and crossed one leg over the other with a loud huff.  You were drawn fro your thoughts as George, your closest friend and twin to your crush, sat next to you with an equally annoyed look as your own.  “Hello,” he greeted and reached for your glass behind you.  He dripped into an inside pocket of his dress robes and fished out a small vial, pouring a bit into your drink and sipping it.  “Seems we are able having the same luck tonight,” George muttered as his eyes followed yours, leading to his brother.  “Probably should have mentioned to Freddie that I fancy Angelina before he asked her.” 

“Did you just spike my drink?”  You asked him without answering his own question.  

George smiled wildly.  “Don’t act like you don’t need a bit of a pick me up, doll,” he teased you and handed the drink back.  That was the nickname both twins always used for you, always making you smile.  

Smelling the rim of the glass, you smiled gently at the somewhat familiar scent of Firewhisky.  You sipped the glass and ignored George’s comment once more.  “Who’s your date tonight, George?”  You asked him, once again, without looking at him.  

“Some  a year below us,” he answered with a sigh.  “Unfortunately, she is currently snogging Dean Thomas in one of the carriages outside in the courtyard.”  He nodded towards the door and you giggled quietly.  “What about you?  Who’s your date?”  

With a slight blush, you fought your smile.  “Don’t laugh,” you warned, but George was already grinning.  “Cormac McLaggen,” you sighed and put your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.  

George cackled, tilting his head back and all, only making you shake your head at him.  “What a dog!” 

“Listen, I turned down all the good dates waiting for your bloke of a brother to ask me, and when he asked Angelina, I had to take what I could get, or show up alone!”  You swatted at George’s arm.  “Besides, he went off to pout in the common room because I refused to kiss him.  So, I suppose I ended up alone after all.”  With another sigh, you sipped your drink and shook your head.  

“McLaggen!”  George was still laughing, and you joined in as well, fighting the embarrassed look on your face.  “We probably should have went together, given that neither of us could go with who we really wanted to.”   

You looked at George incredulously and shook your head.  “Why couldn’t we think of this before the ball?”  

George chuckled and took your drink from your hand, tipping it back.  After drinking a good half of it, he sighed as he, too, watched Fred and Angelina dancing.  “You know he is in love with you, right?”  George asked while handing the drink back.

“Bollocks,” you muttered in reply and finished the drink in a long swig. 

Your friend smirked.  “Such a term for a lady,” George scolded and bumped your shoulder.   “However, he absolutely does.  Told me himself, you see.  It's a shame that neither of you have proper bollocks to admit it.”  George paused, a thought coming into his head.  You were oddly intimidated by the look that formed on his face.  “We could try to make them jealous, you know.  Dancing and acting like we are having the time of our lives.” 

For a moment, you thought about it.  It was a viable option, prone to failure, but an option nonetheless.  “Let’s see what we can manage,” you agreed and reached into his inside pocket yourself, taking the tall vial and popping the cork before finishing the remaining Firewhisky.  

George laughed once more, standing on his feet.  “You’re going to be nice and cheerful now,” he teased and held his hand out to you.  You took it with a smile.    George led you onto the dance floor, spinning you and all, making you laugh loudly and tilt your head back, carefree.  

As a slow song came on, George brought you back close to him and led the way for you.  “You know what the most shameful part of this all is?”  You asked him as he raised an eyebrow.  “I even got this dress because it's his favorite color.” 

Brushing your hair over your shoulder for you, your best friend smiled sadly.  “Well, you look beautiful regardless, doll.”  

You returned the smile to George and leaned your head on his shoulder, swaying slowly to the music.  “Well, here he comes,” George mumbled in your ear.  “Don’t move.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Fred approach with a slightly reddened face.  “Hello, (Y/N), mind if I snag my brother for a moment?”  Fred asked without so much as a true glance your way.  

George, tilting his head to the side, released his grip on your waist.  “All right,” you muttered and gave a sad glance to George before returning to the table you previously sat at.  Immediately, you put your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands and sighed heavily.  

After a few moments of remaining like that, there was a gentle tap on your shoulder.  “Care to dance?”  

When you looked up, you were surprised to see Fred standing there with a faint blush on his cheeks.  Your face remained blank, and you turned away from him.  “Last I checked, you have a date you should be dancing with,” you replied in a cool voice.  

Fred nodded gently, not that you could see, as you refused to look at him.  “Yeah, I did.  But she wasn’t the right date for me. I quite think you’d fit the part a lot better.”  You finally looked back at Fred with a blank, hurt face.  “Come on, now.  Just one dance,” he practically begged. 

Finally giving in, you placed your hand in his and stood.  “What did George say to get you to do this?”  You asked as he pulled you to the dance floor at the start of another slow song.  Your eyes wandered to George, who gave you a subtle thumbs up as he spun Angelina so effortlessly.  

Fred placed his hands on your waist, holding you gently as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, watching him carefully.  “Nothing that I didn’t already know.  You know, that I’m an idiot and awful for treating you the way I have, for not asking you to the ball, and for waiting so long to tell you how much I adore you.”  His eyes watched you carefully, as your eyebrows drew together and your shoulders sagged forward sadly.  

“Is this some kind of joke?”  

Swiftly, Fred leaned down, enveloping your lips in a sweet kiss.  It took a brief second for you to respond, but once you did, you kissed Fred back with all you had, leaning your body tight against his and knotting your fingers in his long hair.  He finally pulled away, lips slightly swollen and face reddened considerably, and gave you a small smile.  “Not a joke.”

With a blush on your own face, you fought the smile forming on your lips.  “Not a joke,” you confirmed softly. 

Fred licked his lips, just briefly, and began laughing.  “Firewhisky?” 

“George spiked my drink,” you explained and hid your face against his shoulder as you laughed.  

With a devious smirk, Fred patted his chest, where George’s inside pocket was.  “Well, love, if you want to get out of here, there is more where that comes from.” 

You smiled wildly and took Fred’s hand.  “Well, let’s go, then.”

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Muse - Fred Weasley

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Word count: 1,585

The snow that laid on the ground was up around your ankles, which made it slightly difficult for you to wade through it as you and your closest friends made your way towards Hogsmeade on this particularly snowy day.  Your arm was looped through Ginny Weasley’s, who was three years younger than you but just as mature and close as her older brothers, Fred and George.  Fred and George were the same age as you, and ever since the second day of first year, they had been your best friends.  

There was an obvious tension between Fred and yourself, something everyone knew too much about.  Everyone knew of Fred’s undeniable feelings and devotion to you and they also knew of the same feelings you held for him.  Both of you refused to believe it when others insisted about how the other felt.  Even their mother, Molly Weasley constantly pestered Fred as to when he would tell you how he felt.  It was a classic case of skinny love.  Neither of you were particularly shy, but when it came to your feelings, you were both ignorant.  Nonetheless, the two of you showed all the love you held for one another in your own ways.  

As you walked with your arm in Ginny’s, the twins were babbling on about the possible treats and prank items they could produce, with much help, and you smiled at their ideas.  They were creative, to say the least, and you were always so inspired by how they acted and how persistent they were to make their own business.  

Ginny glanced at you with a small smile as you pushed your hair from your eyes.  “They seem to know what they are talking about, don’t you think?”  She asked you as the four of you walked through the gates of Hogsmeade.  

You ducked under a low hanging pine tree branch that was covered in snow.  “To say the least,” you agreed with a small smile playing on your lips.  

George glanced over at the two of you.  “What do you think you two beautiful ladies are discussing on this fine winter day?”  He asked in a cocky voice and moved closer to you, draping his arm around your shoulders.  

Fred moved to Ginny and did the same.  “Yes, what is it you two are discussing without us?”  He pressed further with a smile that made your stomach flutter.  

“Nothing, you ninnies,” Ginny told them and ducked from under Fred’s arm, walking ahead of them.  “Georgie, why don’t you come with me and do some shopping?”  She asked in a amused voice as she glanced back with a wink to George, causing you to slightly panic.  They had obviously planned something.  

George raised his eyebrows and looked to you and Fred.  “That seems like a wondrous idea, Ginerva.  We will be seeing you two later, perhaps?”  George cooed as you came to a stop, sending a burning glare to the two of them.

They ran off like giddy children as you stared at Fred with a flustered expression on your face.  The same amused look as Ginny and George crossed Fred’s face as he took George’s spot and draped his arm around your shoulders.  “Well, it seems as if it is just you and me, love.  Don’t be so heartbroken about it,” Fred laughed and began leading you towards Honeydukes.  

“I am not heartbroken.  I am thrilled to be with you, actually,” you told him in a stubborn voice, causing a wide smile to spread on his face.  

Fred nodded his head.  “That is what I love to hear.”  He opened the door to Honeydukes for you.  You wandered in, admiring all the sweets, as you always did.  You had the biggest sweet tooth and being in Honeydukes was always a temptation to you.  It was flooded with other students from Hogwarts, so you grabbed Fred’s hand as you lead him towards the back of the store.  

“Have you ever had these?” You asked him as you reached up and pulled your favorite lolly down from a higher shelf.  

Fred examined it and shook his head.  “No, I can’t say that I have, but I am sure I will soon,” he flirted openly and gave you a wink, causing you to blush and roll your eyes.  That was one thing that made you feel insecure about Fred: he flirted with everyone and anything.  That was what you saw, at least.  In reality, you were the only one he flirted with, even if you didn’t see it.  

“I suppose we will see,” you flirted back with a wink.  Fred beamed at you as you did this, causing you to roll your eyes.  You did that often, replying in the same manner as him and flirting shamelessly.

A small laugh came from you as you gathered a few more sweets and paying for them as Fred wandered the shop, waiting for you.  “Where to next, Freddie?”  You asked him with your bag clutched in your hand.  

Fred pretended to think for a moment with his finger on his chin, acting out as usual.  “How about the Three Broomsticks?”  He asked enthusiastically, causing you to roll your eyes once more.  

“That works fine for me.”  You nodded to him and he took your hand lightly, leading you through the bustling crowd towards the Three Broomsticks.  His hand in yours was incredibly warm and an oddly comforting feeling.  The contact made your heart flutter.

Once inside, he lead you to a rather secluded booth and ordered two butterbeers quickly.  You watched him closely as he talked to the waitress, remaining playful and kind, just how Fred was.  You took the lolly from your bag and opened it, enjoying it all the same.  

Fred turned his attention to you.  “Have you heard that Sirius Black was spotted not far from here?”  He asked you as he watched your every movement.  

You nodded and frowned.  “It is a terrible feeling to know that he is on the loose.  And poor Harry,” you said softly as the butterbeers arrived rather quickly.  

Fred sipped his immediately.  “Is that your muse?”  He asked you out of the blue.  His face was blank and not amused, which was rather unlike him.  

With an odd look, you tilted your head to the side. “Pardon?”  You asked confusedly.  Muse?  Who could he possibly believe your muse would be, other than him?

“Harry Potter,” Fred answered nonchalantly.  You laughed loudly, and the serious look on his face made you stop immediately.  

You knitted your eyebrows together as you sucked on your lolly.  “You have to be joking?”  You asked and Fred shook his head with an annoyed look on his face.  “Harry Potter is not my muse,” you told Fred sternly and crossed your arms over your chest.  

“Who is then?”  He asked with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.  

You could have choked on your lolly.  Blood rushed to your face and you looked away.  “I have no muse,” you muttered and glanced down at your butterbeer.  

Fred hummed and watched you with a small smirk on his gorgeous features.  “No muse?  Why is it your face grew red, then?”  He challenged you and you shifted.

How were you supposed to tell him that it was true, you had no muse, because the only muse you longed for was sitting in the booth with you.  You looked down at the table and hung your head.  “Who even uses the term ‘muse’?  Can we discuss something else?”  You pleaded and looked away in your flustered state. 

Fred laughed at you, but nodded all the same.  “Suit yourself.  What does that taste like?”  He asked and pointed at your lolly.  

For a split second, the most cunning and evil thought crossed your mind.  Could you do it?  Could you pull it off and make him the flustered one?  Your courage gathered itself up and stood high and mighty as you spoke.  “Would you like to find out?”  You asked him as you tilted your head to the side.  

With wide eyes and a face more red than his hair, Fred’s mouth fell open in the slightest bit as he stared at you.  You took your opportunity and took his bottom lip between both of your own, kissing him steadily and lovingly.  You dropped your lolly onto the table and put your hands on either side of his face, holding him in place.  Within a short second, Fred kissed you back with twice as much passion and force, causing you to pull away with a laugh.  

Fred laughed as well, flustered and red, but smiling wider than you have ever seen.  “Tastes quite good,” he said with a laugh, making you giggle quietly.  

“Thought it would be nice if you experienced it first hand.”  You murmured and sipped you butterbeer as calmly as you could.  

Fred nodded and thought for a moment.  “I don’t think I got a proper tasting, can I try again?”  He asked with a cheeky smile on his lips.  

You rolled your eyes at him and fought the smile on your lips.  “Hm, I’m not so sure.  I don’t want to spoil you, after all.”   

Fred chuckled at your words.  You could tell how truly happy he was and that in itself made you happy.  “Does that mean I can be your muse, then?”  He asked you as his arm wrapped around you protectively, like he always had.  

“You always have been, my dear.”  

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Someone Else - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to another Fred blurb!  Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,192

“What do you mean?” Fred questioned you as he tilted his head to the side. 

You felt like you were going to be ill with his questioning.You personally thought you were being quite clear with your admission, but you had a feeling you wanted him to hear you say it. “I like you Fred, more than just being your mate. I want more.” 

Silence fell over the two of you as Fred took in your words and looked away. “ I don’t know what to say,” he murmured in response, making your face redden with embarrassment more and more.  

“Nothing, you don’t have to say anything. I understand,” you insisted quickly before turning on the heels of your feet and walking quickly away from the situation before you became too upset.   

Waiting on something that was never going to come was enough for you to go mad. You had admitted your feelings for Fred well over a month ago, and since then, he had fallen quiet. You began avoiding him as he didn’t tell you whether or not his feelings reciprocated. Now, you wanted to get over him, as difficult as that was going to be.  

The time that had passed and you were slowly recovering from your embarrassment and allowing yourself to be around Fred regularly again, as if nothing had happened. As you sat in the Great Hall one morning, reading the Daily Prophet brought to you by your owl, you felt someone sit down next to you.  “Anything interesting?” Fred’s voice asked as he gathered a plate. 

“Same slander, only a different day,” you sighed and folded the paper back up and set it down.  

Fred chuckled without looking up.  “What a world,” he muttered and glanced up.  “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade today with George and I?” he offered and glanced your way with a smile. 

Biting your lip slightly, you shook your head.  “That’s okay,” you answered ambiguously in an effort to hide your plans from Fred. You looked back down at the newspaper in a hope the conversation would end there.

“Do you already have plans?” he pressed further and turned his full attention to you. 

For a moment, you were silent. You could lie, but you knew he could see right through you. He knew you too well. You shifted gently and spoke quietly, “I do, actually.” 

Fred tiled his head to the side.  “Yeah? Going to spend the day studying like normal?” he teased relentlessly, making your face sour. 

Quickly, you folded the Daily Prophet up and tucked it under your arm.  “No, actually, I have a date in Hogsmeade.” You watched as Fred’s face reddened and he drew his eyebrows together. With that, you stood, and walked away with your head held high. 

“With who?” Fred questioned as he followed after you, abandoning his breakfast at the table.  

You exited the Great Hall and pressed your lips into a thin line. “That is really none of your concern,” you half-snapped at him without glancing in his direction. 

Relentlessly, he followed still, hovering next to you. “Since when? You usually tell me anything,” he badgered you further with a frustrated tone of voice. 

Whirling around, and nearly causing him to run directly into you, you pointed your hand at him.  “It stopped being your concern when you left me humiliated after I confessed my feelings for you. Just because I am trying to move on means you can try to pry your way back in!” Unintentionally, your voice had risen to a shout and your face felt red and embarrassed. However, your words finally leaving your mind and snapping at Fred felt absolutely amazing.

Fred stepped back, his face red and slack, and you turned once more and left him standing in the corridor, alone and shocked at your words.

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A day later, after a bland and lackluster date, you twirled your hair around your finger as you stared out the window at the pouring rain outside. A voice drew you from your thoughts, speaking quietly and sheepishly. “How was your date?” 

You turned, spotting Fred, and looking away from him. His face was saddened and embarrassed, and you could tell it took him a lot to approach you. “Quite nice,” you lied smoothly without looking at him.  

Fred hummed and hovered behind you, remaining quiet. As planned, you didn’t give him the light of day or the attention he wanted, as he didn’t deserve it in your eyes. “I worked through a bit of reserved feelings I’ve had,” he explained as you heard him kick his feet on the ground. Still, you refused to look at him.  “I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I like you too.” His voice was hesitant, as if he weren’t ready to admit it yet. 

Oddly enough, and completely against how Fred thought you’d react, anger surged through you. You turned to him, your eyes angry. “Ah, so since I’m trying to get over you, and I’m not longer there for you to toy with my emotions, you suddenly are so interested in me? You act as if I am some daft fool, Fred, but I can see right through you. You might have feelings for me, and that’s great, but I am not your first choice. I am a fallback plan of yours, there for when you need me, but cast away when you don’t.” Your voice was broken and hurt at your own words, and the meaning of them sunk into your chest and made you feel all the more vulnerable and hurt. “I am not going to be a second choice, and I am not going to be a fallback plan, and I am not going to be there for you whenever it is convenient to you.”

As you finished your tangent on Fred, you watched as his face whitened.  He didn’t say a word, as you expected, and you turned from your spot on the windowsill and brushed by him, not before knocking your shoulder into his. Your words were harsh and most likely uncalled for to the extreme, but at the same time, you felt that he needed to hear it. You weren’t going to let him walk all over you, and decide to only like you when you try to move on.  

As you walked towards the Gryffindor common room, your head ached from the stress you put on yourself. You heard footsteps following you, and knew more likely than not it was Fred, but you refused to turn and face him. “(Y/N), wait!” his voice called.

With a huff, you paused in your spot and turned to him. “Its not how you think it is,” he insisted in a pleading voice. “I just wasn’t ready to admit it, but its true. I’ve fancied you for so long and was just surprised that you returned the feeling.”

Shaking your head at him, you sighed. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that to try to convince me otherwise, Fred.”

With that, you left him a final time, and he didn’t chase after you.

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Make You Mine - Fred Weasley

Hello and welcome to another Fred blurb.  This one was inspired by Make You Mine by PUBLIC.  hope you enjoy!

word count: 1,278

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During your fourth year at Hogwarts, you sat in the Great Hall with your head in your hands, reading through the latest Daily Prophet as a cup of tea sat to your right.  The Great Hall was mostly deserted, as many of the students of the school were off with their families for the holidays.

As you focused closely on the newspaper, you failed to notice anyone and everyone walking by or around you.  "Hello, darling.  What’s your name?”  A flirtatious and arrogant voice asked you from behind.  You jumped unintentionally, as you had always scared easily, and turned to see a face you recognized that belonged to Fred Weasley.  He was an infamous face in your year, one you never got the pleasure of speaking to until this very moment.  

You tilted your head to the side with an amused look on your face.  “You’d think you would at least know someone’s name before referring to them as ‘darling’,” you commented as a small smile grew on your lips.  Regardless of your comment, you shifted slightly to face him more.  

Fred hummed, as if he were thinking about this, and took a seat at the table directly next to you.  He sat awfully close for someone who barely knew you.  “Perhaps I do know your name,” he reasoned and ran a hand through his long hair, “Therefore, I do get the pleasure of calling you ‘darling’, darling.”  There was a cheeky smile on his face, one that both annoyed comforted you.

As you carefully folded your newspaper back up, you spoke, “Is that so?  What’s my name, then, Fred Weasley?”  Your voice was playful and rather flirtatious, much like his own, only encouraging him further.  Fred raised his eyebrows and smiled widely.

“Ah, she knows me, what an honor,” he announced loudly, causing some of the few other eyes in the Great Hall to turn in your direction.  You laughed, your face reddening considerably, and you swatted at his arm.  “Why, your name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), of course.  I should at least know that, given I have been asking every soul in this ancient school who you were and what you were like,” Fred countered without even so much as a blush forming on his face.  He owned his admission, something you found rather impressive.  

You bit your lip, just briefly, and watched as his eyes shot down for a split second to watch you.  “You’ve been asking about me?  Why in the world would you do that?”  

Fred chuckled, and looked away, as if he knew you would ask that question.  “I wanted to get some information about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on before I introduced myself,” he explained as just the ghost of a blush formed on his face.  He feigned his confidence so well that you almost couldn’t see right through him, but you did.  You could see the subtle signs of nervousness on his face.  

With a laugh, a true, sweet laugh, you wrapped your hands around the warm teacup in an effort to remain calm.  “Well, Fred, you know my name, so what exactly is your plan here?”  Your words made. his smile only grow more and more.  

“You’re quite forward.  I like it,” he teased you and bumped his shoulder into yours.  “You see, (Y/N), I tend to go at life without much of a plan.  I like to see where things take me in that moment.  Hopefully, by the end of this, you’ll be mine.”  His eyes watched you closely, looking for a reaction.

With raised eyebrows, you hummed gently and took a sip of your tea.  “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, Fred,” you replied and stood, tucking the Daily Prophet beneath your arm, and began walking away from him, out of the Great Hall.  

Fred was laughing, a loud, hysterical laugh, as you walked away.  “I won’t stop, not until you’re mine,” he announced to you, making you smile but roll your eyes at him, without even turning to give him the light of day.

~.~

If Fred was anything, he was honest.  He never did stop.  Over the next two years, whenever he would lay eyes upon you, he would greet you with a quick and sweet, “Hello, darling,” despite your efforts to keep him from using that name.  He flirted relentlessly with you, introduced you to all his friends, spent as much time as he could with you, to the point where he became your best friend, and sooner rather than later, you became inseparable.

From the beginning, you knew Fred had feelings for you, and it didn’t take long for you to develop feelings as well, but you kept it as your secret for the longest time.  You felt like you were leading Fred on, but the timing never felt right for your friendship to become more.  

Not until your sixth year, shortly after the Triwizard champions were drawn from the Goblet of Fire, did the timing feel right.  After the announcement, you walked the halls numbly, taking in the fact that, despite the twins were reprimanded for attempting to enter their names into the Goblet of Fire, that they could have found other ways to enter.  Fred could have been chosen, and the weight of that felt heavy in your mind.  The tasks were supposed to be dangerous to the point where students have died during them, and you couldn’t imagine life without Fred.  He became your best friend, and your everything.  Realization struck that you were wasting time, not being with him in every capacity you could imagine.

As you neared the Gryffindor common room, the familiar voice called out from behind you, as if he knew you were thinking of him.  “Hello, darling,” he called, as per tradition, and jogged towards you.  “There’s a party the Hufflepuffs are throwing for Cedric in their common room.  George is already there, and I wanted to see if - ” Fred finally reached you, and without wasting any time whatsoever, you balled your hands into the front of his robes, and brought his lips down to yours in an urgent, heavy kiss.  You pushed him back, against the wall behind him, and pressed your body tight against his.

Fred took no time to react, and cupped his hand under your face, kissing you back instantly.  His lips tasted like cinnamon, probably from contraband fire whiskey that you knew he quietly enjoyed, and his warm hands moved from your face to wrap tightly around your waist, closing any remaining space that could have possibly remained between the two of you.  

By the time you broke the kiss, you were panting and your face was red, and your mind was filled with jumbled thoughts.  “I need you,” you whispered hoarsely, your hands still tangled in the front of his robes.  

“I’d like to ask you a thousand questions,” Fred told you between breaths as his one hand pushed your messy hair from your face gently, “but I’ll settle for one.  Why the sudden change of heart?”

You let go of his robes, pressing them down in an attempt to rid them of the wrinkles you had just caused, and blushed madly.  “Nothing changed,” you explained gently, “Fred, I’ve always loved you and have been too foolish to act upon it.  I’m done being foolish,” you told him as you tried to step back.  He didn’t let you, only tightening the grip he had on your waist.  

With a cheeky smile, he moved to take your hand, leading you towards his own common room.  “Told you I would never stop,” he gloated as you rolled your eyes. 

“Shut it,” you muttered as he spoke the password, letting the both of you in.  

He paused, in the mostly empty common room, as most other students were celebrating elsewhere, and tilted his head to the side.  “Make me,” Fred told you with the same cheeky smile he seemed to always have.  

Biting your lip once more, you smirked.  A million ideas ran through your head as to how you could make him shut up and it was hard to settle on one.  You began to lead him towards his dorm, a confident look on your face.  “Fine.”

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Nightmares - Fred Weasley

Hello and happy Saturday!  Enjoy a quick Fred blurb :)

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Sweat dripped down your hairline and you gasped for breaths as you sat up in your bed, shoving the heavy covers off hastily.  You stumbled to your feet and pressed your hand to your mouth to hold in the sob that was forming in your chest.  “Oh, oh no,” you began crying and sunk to the floor in the room that previous belonged to Bill Weasley.  You sobbed as quietly as you could, using your hand to muffle the sound as best as you could.  It was a pathetic but genuine attempt to keep from waking any of the many other people in the house.  

As tears streamed down your face, there was a quiet and almost inaudible knock on the bedroom door.  You held your breath in hopes that the person would go away, but the door creaked open slowly, and your dear friend, Fred Weasley, poked his head into the door.  “(Y/N)?”  He asked softly, and then his eyes landed on you, on the floor with your knees to your chest, crying heavily.  “Oh, moppet, what’s wrong?”  Fred asked as he closed the door behind him, carefully walking through the room only lit by moonlight coming in the window, and crouched down next to you.  He pushed your dampened hair out of your face, and you quickly threw your arms around him, pressing your body to his, and knocking him on his behind as he caught you.  

Your legs straddled him as you held him as tightly as you possibly could and sobbed into his shoulder.  “Oh, Fred, I had the worst nightmare ever, in my entire life,” you cried to him as quietly as you could and buried your face into his neck.

Fred slowly rubbed your back and held your head carefully.  “Do you want to talk about it?”  He asked kindly.

“I lost you, Fred.  You died,” you whispered in the most broken and hurt voice he had ever heard.

His heartbeat quickened at your words, and they caused a shiver to run down his spine.  Nonetheless, he shook the feeling and returned to trying to comfort you.  “Nonsense.  You can’t lose me; I am right here,” he assured you as you moved your head to look at him, tears still falling down your reddened cheeks.  “It will take a lot more than a nightmare to take me from you, you know?”  He asked then, pushing your messy and still damp hair back once more.  His hand caressed your face then, and you leaned your cheek into him palm as your breath began to even out.  “I’m not sure even death would keep me from you, love,” he admitted quietly.  

Since your heart was already beating rapidly, it actually slowed at the contact.  Fred was calming you down, like he always could.  “It was awful, Fred,” you whimpered to him as your lip began to quiver again, “To never see you again, I’m not sure I’d be able to do it.  Your smile, your jokes, and laughs, ideas, all of it.  My life would feel so bland and miserable without you, and what point is there to live if I have no joy?”  

Your eyes closed, and Fred still held your face in his hands as you remained in his lap.  “I mean that much to you?”  Fred questioned you in a quiet and slightly unrecognizable voice.  

“You mean so much more than you know, Freddie,” you laughed sadly and opened your eyes once more.  His eyes were fixated on your own and you realized now that he had moved his face closer to your own.  He was mere centimeters away.  

Without thinking, you tilted your head to the side, barely brushing the tip of your own nose against his.  His eyes darted down to your lips, just briefly, but you caught it.  Taking that as a hint, you pressed your tear-tasting lips to Fred’s quickly, and kind of feverishly, as his hands pressed to the sides of your face, holding you gently but sturdily.  The kiss lasted long enough that you had to catch your breath when you finally broke apart, but you would never trade that moment for the world.  Fred and you sat there, breathing deeply, staring at each other, at a loss for words as to all that happened.

Finally, as you ducked your head down against his shoulder, you spoke.  “Freddie, will you stay the rest of the night with me?”  You asked quietly and embarrassedly, only making him chuckle.  

“Of course, moppet,” he told you as he scooped you up into his arms quickly and set you on the bed before you could even process what was happening.

“Your mum won’t mind?”  You asked worriedly as he began to settle in next to you.  

Again, Fred laughed at you.  “If I am being perfectly honest,” he began as he laid down on his back and nodded for you to do the same.  You obliged, and he pulled the covers up around the two of you.  “I think she will be quite relieved.  She has been urging me to make my move on you for ages,” he admitted with brightly reddened cheeks you could even spot in the moonlight.

You giggled, softly, and your face felt warm too.  “Alas, I had to do it,” you teased as he moved onto his side, wrapping one strong arm around your waist.

“I was getting to it,” he murmured into your ear and nuzzled his face against your neck, wasting no time in getting comfortable.

You hummed in response, a small smile on your lips, as you placed a hand on his arm wrapped around you.  You closed your eyes, letting a small sigh fall from your lips.  The image of Fred’s corpse still flashing behind your eyes, but his soft breathing next to you was far more than enough to coax you into sleep once more.

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Bilingual - Fred Weasley

Welcome to my next Fred blurb!  This one was requested by anon and I’ve never written anything like it so I thought I’d give it a go.

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On a particularly sunny day, you sat on the ground with your legs crossed and a book in your lap, reading over your Potions content for the next exam you had coming up in just a few short days.  Silently, as you flipped the pages of you book so slowly, a snake you had come to know well, and would almost consider your pet, slithered up your arm and back down as slow as could be.

You didn’t mind it.  The feeling of the scales on your skin was once intimidating, but it had become like a second nature to you over time.  In fact, you found yourself missing the sensation on occasion when the snake, or any snake, really, was not there.  It was a foreign feeling you were no longer used to.  

As you sat alone, you were fully aware of the looks you were getting from the passing students.  You were beyond used to it by now.  After all, what fifteen-year-old student walked around with dangerous creatures on their arm?  After the fiasco in your fourth year with the Chamber of Secrets, you were used to being alone and you were used to the stares you got from others.

As time passed, you noticed a shadow looming over you as you read, causing a pulse you did not realize you had in your forehead to begin rhythmically thumping, and you looked up, beyond irritated with whoever was blocking the warm sunlight.  

“Aye, you know you have a snake on your arm, right?”  A comically confused voice asked as you squinted up at him, making out the quizzical face of Fred Weasley, a boy who was in your year but in Gryffindor house.  You had very little contact with him, and had even been the victim of one of his pranks, once.  Even through your anger, you found yourself amused with his joke, and had kept tabs on him since.

This question had caught you so off guard that you couldn’t help but to chuckle as you placed your hand on the ground, the snake slithering off quickly to get away from Fred as if he were the plague.   “I do, but thank you for the concern,” you told him airily once the snake scurried off into its hole not far from the tree.  Just as quickly as Fred started the conversation, you ended it as you returned your eyes to the book in your lap.  At least, you had thought.  

Fred remained looming over you, an insanely amused look on his face.  You knew he was not about to give up from the look on his face, and for some reason, you were not too irritated with it.  “Does it not bother you?”  He continued to questions and you sighed lightly, closing you book and squinting up to him once more.  Why was he standing right in the way of the sun? You could hardly see him and in the fall weather, the sunlight provided you with warmth that would otherwise make you wear a jacket.

“No, not at all.  Why would it?”  An ironic smirk began to form on your face as you tilted your hear to the side.  It was moderately surprising that he was one of the few people who did not know who you were.  Doesn’t he and his brother know everyone?

Fred laughed loudly as he reached his hand out to you to help you up.  “Well, for one, people are typically terrified of snakes.  And for seconds, if they aren’t, they surely don’t let the snakes crawl all over them,” he said as you placed your hand in his.  He pulled you up and you straightened your shirt out as you chuckled.  

With a charming smile on your face, you shook your head at his words.  “For one,” you began, imitating him, “snakes do not crawl, they slither.  For seconds, they have the tendency to not hurt you if you are able to speak with them,” you told him with a nervous smile on your face, ready for him to give you hell for your ability.

For a moment, Fred did not seem to understand. He had an odd look on his face as you stepped into the sunlight once more, sighing at the warmth returning.  Then, just seconds after his face was struck with realization, words fell from his mouth that you made you positive that he didn’t think about beforehand.  “No way! Wicked!  Parseltongue?”  He spoke far too excitedly for you to keep the laugh from forming in your throat.  “You have got to help me collect some snake venom!  Do you realize what properties it has?  It can coagulate just about anything and in small, microscopic doses, it is actually really good for you!  Not to mention is can make the consumer dizzy and hallucinate…” He rambled on about snake venom, which was oddly surprising for his character.

You laughed until your stomach hurt and finally put your hand up, stopping his talking as his face turned pink.  “All right.  You need to take a breath or you might pass out from getting too excited.  Besides, you don’t even know my name!”  You hit his arm lightly with your book.  The smile on his face seemed like it was so blissful but so foolish.

With a reddened face, Fred laughed.  “Sorry about that.  I’ve never met a parseltongue other than Harry Potter, but he is known for everything, so it is exciting to meet someone who is, you know, average.” With the smile remaining on your face, you lifted an eyebrow to him.  His face reddened even further as he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I mean—not that you aren’t special, or anything, but you really, surely are, but I mean average as in...” He paused and stopped in the middle of his sentence, signing. “I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly and gave you a slight frown.  

“It’s fine.  I am actually used to people subtly insulting me,” you replied back with a crooked smile on your lips.

Fred’s eyes widened.  “No, I wasn’t meaning to insult you,” he explained hurriedly with a panicked look on his face.  With your smile only growing further, you nodded.  “Let’s start over, yeah?”  he offered you with an embarrassed look on his face.  

You held your hand out to him.  “I’m (Y/N),”   You introduced yourself as he took your hand.

Again, Fred looked surprised.  “You’re (Y/N)?  The one who everyone thought was the Heir of Slytherin in fourth year?”  He questioned, drawing connections all together.  You felt his tone change, something you did not care much for.

With a roll of your eyes, you nodded.  “The very same.  Foolish, actually.  I am half-blood anyways and my magical father is the least intimidating or menacing man in the world,” you explained as you checked the old watch on your wrist.  It was getting close to dinner.  The slight pang in your stomach at the thought told you that you were hungry.

Fred hummed and nodded, but the look on his face told you that he was still so fascinated.  “So, were people mean to you, like they were to Harry?”  Fred continued to question without skipping a beat as you began walking slowly, him following your pace, and his eyes holding so many questions he wanted answered.  

You huffed, an angry, unforgiving noise, and looked away from Fred.  “Like you wouldn’t believe.  Bunch of fools, if you ask me.  Why is it that I am prejudiced for being bilingual when someone who speaks French and English is not?”  You asked Fred with an irritable tone in your voice.

He smiled a foreign smile to you and chuckled lightly. “When you put it that way, it does sound rather foolish,” Fred agreed and put his hands into the pockets of his pants.  “I suppose I own you an apology, then.  I told Harry on multiple occasions that it had to be you and not him being the Heir of Slytherin, given you were in Slytherin and all,” Fred explained to you and his eyes ducked to the ground.  With him trying to look away from you, you noticed how pretty his eyes were for the first time in this conversation.  

With a laugh, you shook your head.  “No need to apologize.  I’ve gotten it enough that I almost believed it at one point.  Fortunately, that is all behind us now.  Given that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and all, as the true Heir of Slytherin,” you spoke so casually that it almost made Fred hesitant to be around you much more. Could this all be a sham and you were evil, truly?  He pressed his lips together and stared hard at you.  

“You believe Harry, then?”

Again, you chuckled, and leaned closer to Fred.  “Of course!”  You whispered to him.  “Between you and I, my father works with the Quibbler and a lot of the supportive opinions published come directly from him,” you murmured, trying to keep your voice down for anyone who could possibly be listening.  Fred hummed in reply, something that made you frown.  He didn’t believe you.  “You are being hesitant because I am in Slytherin, aren’t you?”  You asked him.  He did not respond.  “Well, if you doubt my character, you can ask Luna Lovegood, who has become close with Harry, about myself and my family, given that I have grown up with her,” you snapped, suddenly angry.  You were ill with the fact that he could be so thick.  You were a person after all, and the Slytherin crest was just something you were forced to wear.  “It is a shame.  I had really actually enjoyed speaking with you.”  You finished with one last biting sentence and stormed off, not even hungry for dinner anymore.

~.~

A couple days after your run-in with Fred Weasley, you found yourself to still be cross with him and his attitude.  What right does he have to judge you solely on what house you were in?  Or, was that it at all?  Did he judge you on everything, from being a parseltongue to your house, down to the clothes you wore and the way you spoke?  All of it made you feel sick and your stomach felt constantly unsettled as you went on with your life the same.

At times you were in the Great Hall, you sat as far away from Fred as you possibly could, typically alone and hidden in the crowd, with the idea that if he saw you less, the more he would forget about you.  You secretly had wished that you had never met him at all, but you were unable to turn back time and you had to deal with it regardless.

During dinner on a Friday night, you sat with a book in one hand and a fork with green beans on it in the other.  You were consumed in your book, like usual, and you were trying hard to ignore the world around you while you read.  This had become normal for you for dinners.  On occasion, you would sit with Luna or another fellow Slytherin who was a reject like you, but mostly, you filled the social aspect of your day with books.

As you ate slowly, a voice tore your attention from the words of the library book.  “Do you ever stop reading?”  Fred’s voice asked, causing you to look up with wide eyes as you swallowed the partially chewed food in your mouth, nearly choking on it.  You stared at him with a slightly irritated but mostly alarmed look on your face.  “Can I have a word?”  He asked you as he nodded towards the doorway of the Great Hall.  

With a sigh, you set your fork down and pushed your plate away from you.  You strangely knew you would not be coming back to your food.  You marked your page with a strip of parchment and stood, following Fred out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall.  He came to a stop and you about bumped into him, but took a few steps back away from him.  

“I was rather rude, wasn’t I?”  Fred asked with a small, sheepish smile on his lips and you stood, clutching your book to your chest, and simply nodded.  “I would like to apologize for that.  I did some thinking, and talked to Loony Lovegood like you suggested, and I came to the realization that I had branded you with a dark image without even knowing you and I hate myself for that.  It drives me bonkers when people put assumptions to my person given my last name, and I should not go the same to you for who you are.” Fred explained with a frown growing on his lips.  His shoulders hunched forward and there was a look on his face you had not seen before. You knew too well that he regretted the way he acted and because of this, you gave a small nod.  Fred raised an eyebrow, and the small smile formed on his lips once more.  “So, can we start over?”  He asked hopefully and gave you the biggest, sweetest puppy eyes you had ever seen. You loved his eyes.

With a small chuckle, you nodded.  “Yes, we can, but keep in mind that this is the second time we are starting over.  Next time, I won’t be so forgiving,” you teased with a wide smile on your face as you looked away, trying to hide from his stare.

Fred smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and drawing you close to him. “Luckily, there won’t be a next time.  I think this is the second start to a wonderful friendship,” he promised you as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Technically third.”

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To Win a War - Fred Weasley

Welcome to my new Fred blurb!!  Enjoy!

word count: 1,532

After the twins had left you at Hogwarts to pursue their dream, you were not prepared to receive the repercussions.  Professor Dolores Umbridge was simply infuriated with you, despite the fact that you were not involved in the least bit with their foolishly brilliant plan, which you were moderately hurt by, but she insisted that you were a part of it and took all her anger out on you.

Your hand was etched with words that you could no longer see, since they had become jumbled and muddled by the overuse.  Just about your entire hand seemed to be permanently bruised from the abuse, and you were seriously debating on murdering the twins once you saw them again, if you ever saw them again.

You were not a fair flyer, and could not leave like them, and you could not run away because you had nowhere to go yet, so you were quite literally stuck until the term was over.

In complete honesty, you felt betrayed by Fred and George.  You had spent the last three years of your life living with the Weasleys at the Burrow after your parents were killed in a muggle car accident, and you were under the impression that you were practically the Weasley triplets now, but now you could see that it was quite the opposite.

They left you here, without even saying goodbye, let alone telling you of their plan to explode fireworks all over the school.  Did they even care for you anymore?  

What made matters worse was the fact that Fred was your boyfriend of years, and he left you without so much as a warning or explanation.  You were nothing to him, and you took it as his way of breaking up with you.

In the time they had left you, you had become depressed.  You mailed Mrs. Weasley with a pleading note to gather your things from the Burrow and to have them ready for you to leave when you were out of school, for you were planning on getting your own apartment.  You left out of the note that you would no longer be a burden to her family, who you had thought would take anyone with good intentions in.  Apparently, you were not good enough for that.

When classes finally ended, and it was out and confirmed that Lord Voldemort was back, you were ridiculously relieved.  You could go on your own now, way from the people in your life who would just hurt you and leave you, even after all the literal hell you had been through.

Before you knew it, you were descending from the Hogwarts Express for the last time, a free adult now, and your head was low as you held your cat tightly in your arm and made it towards the trunks that were being unloaded at incredible speeds.

You grabbed your trunk in your hand, ready to apparate to the Burrow to gather the rest of your things to take to the Leaky Cauldron to stay, but before you could, another hand landed over yours and pulled your hand from your luggage and snatched your cat from your arms.  “No,” you shouted, but when you looked up, you were in the middle of apparating, and feeling rather sick.

You landed on your knees, breathing steadily to keep from being sick on the wood floors you landed upon, but you couldn’t wait long.  You sprung to your feet, wand pointed forward with a sick look on your face.  

The rock that was your heart sunk through your body and onto the floor as your eyes landed upon the smirking and humor-filled Fred Weasley.  Upon sight of him, you grabbed the nearest bin, and did become sick in it, rather viciously.  “Does the sight of me make you that sick, love?”  Fred asked you as he approached you, removing the hair from your face and holding it back as you vomited into the bin once more.  

Fred watched as you sat on the floor, your head in your hands, and your body began shaking.  He crouched down, moving your hair once more to look at you.  “Are you crying?  Why are you crying?”  Fred began questioning as you felt worse and worse about yourself.

“I didn’t want to see you, Fred,” you finally choked out, standing on your feet and pushing his arms away from you.  You looked around the flat you were in, and it was quite new and neat, but you ignored it as you moved through the place to find a restroom.  Once you did, you used your hands to cup water and clean your mouth out quickly.

Fred followed on your heels, confused.  “You didn’t want to see me?”  He asked you sadly as you wiped your face on whoever’s towel it was in whoever’s flat you were in.

You looked at him, pitiful and angry.  You could not believe he could be so dumb as to now knowing why you were so angry with him.  “You left me!  You left me at the godforsaken castle to reap the consequences of your childish and stupid actions, Fred!  My hand will be scarred forever because of it!  And it wouldn’t have even been so horrible if you had just told me goodbye or given me an explanation as to why you did not love my any longer!”  You voice raised into a shout, unaware and careless as to who else could possibly hear you.  “You left me there!  Defenseless, without the only two people who make my life bearable, Fred!”  You cried to him, your tears flushing down your face in a continuous stream.  

For what felt like hours, Fred was silent as he took your angry words in.  Finally, you watched a seldom tear fall from his eyes as he moved forward, taking you into his arms carefully.  You didn’t fight him as he held you tightly, stroking your hair.  “I did not tell you goodbye because I knew that I would not be able to leave you if I did,” Fred began, and you opened your mouth to speak, but Fred put a finger to your lips.  “George and I left to start Weasley Wizard Wheezes.  I left you, so I could get us a place of our own.  And here we are, if you’d like to stay.  Otherwise, I understand if you’d like to leave.  I have been a pretty crummy boyfriend,” he admitted to you sadly.  His words sunk into your flesh and you felt so weak at his words.  They were so meaningful and so sincere, and you felt horrible for lashing out on him the way you did.  You pulled back, so you were able to look at Fred’s face, and he held emotions you were foreign to all over his features.  You moved to speak again, but Fred beat you to it.  “And I never even gave it thought that you would be blamed for our actions, love.  If I had thought of that, I would not have even risked it.  Not ever,” he promised you as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Fred took your hurt hand into his own, examining the bruising and relatively new cuts and scarring all over it, and ran his thumb over your injuries so slowly.  “You still love me?”  You asked him quietly, almost awestruck at how forgiving he was about your words.

“More than ever.”  Fred murmured to you.  “Loving you is like winning a war, and I am not going to just give that up, love,” he teased you as a small smile formed on your lips.  “What do you say?  Will you give me one more chance?”  Fred asked you.

With a small smile, you gave a short nod as you leaned your head on his chest.  You were still furious, upset, and hurt by his actions, but he still loved you, and you were able to forgive.  “I suppose I can,” you murmured to him.

Fred chuckled softly, moving you to be arms length from him, and stepping back from you.  “Then, I am able to ask you this.  (Y/N), will you let me make this last chance last forever by marrying me?”  He asked as he lowered himself onto one knee, digging a ring box from his pocket and opening it to you.

You sucked a hard breath in, eyes widening as the words fell from Fred’s lips.  You looked at the ring he held out to you, unique and absolutely gorgeous, and more tears form in your eyes.  “Oh, Fred,” you whispered.  “Of course, I will,”  you squeaked out as he smiled wider than you had ever seen, taking the ring from the box and slipping it onto your finger.

You threw your arms around him as he stood up, picking you up off the ground, and burying his face into your neck. “Now, I have no idea if that is the right finger I just put it on, but it is fine.  All that matters are that I have you, forever, no matter how stupid I get.”  He told you as you laughed loudly.

“Always, you fool.”

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