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

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A Dare or a Set-up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?”

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

How wrong you were with that notion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No surprise in that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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peeves-gurl · 2 years

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Approval?

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Part 2 is here. This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 3

“I should get going too.” Ivy said, blushing a little at suddenly being left alone with Fred. She’d been around him several times, but it was always in the presence of George or one of her co-workers.

“Did you have lunch today? I didn’t see you eat.” He quizzed.

“Nope. And you didn’t either.” She reminded.

“I’m fucking tired today. Don’t feel like cooking.” He sighed.

“There’s a really good muggle Chinese restaurant, near Leaky. You should try it.” She suggested.

“Come with me then.” He said simply. “I’m sure you’re tired too. And I owe you one for helping me out today.”

“Oh that’s absolutely alright. I had a great time with Freddy today.”

“And a great time should end with a great meal. Come on now!” He leaped up to her and grasped her hand with his own.

Ivy felt everything slowly fade away at that moment. Her mind went blank when Fred took a hold of her hand, guiding her through the crowd towards the Leaky Cauldron. The scenario she’d made up in her head came to life so unexpectedly that she didn’t even realise when they’d crossed the wall that separated the magical world from the muggle one.

“Is it that one?” Fred asked, tugging her hand and pointing to a newly built restaurant, snapping her out of her dreams.

“Hmm? Oh yeah that one.” She said, taking lead this time and walking him into the restaurant.

They settled down at one of the tables, and their food was served, and they fell into an easy conversation soon enough.

“Thanks for taking care of Junior today.” Fred said. “And thank you again for saving him from the bottles. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if you weren’t around.”

“No point worrying about that now. I’m sure you’d have found a way to save him if I wasn’t around,” Ivy said. “Plus he’s really cute.”

“Takes after his best uncle, doesn’t he?” Fred said cockily, making her laugh.

“He is a lot like you, though. I can’t imagine what your parents had to do to keep you and George in check.”

“We were horrible. Probably worse than ten Juniors put together,” He replied. “And we’re seven siblings, each as bad as the other.”

“Your parents are superheroes.” She grinned.

“Definitely are,” He grinned back. “What about your family? Never heard much from you.”

“I’m an only child and I’m not close with my parents either, so it’s pretty boring. My Mum’s a witch, Dad’s a muggle. They’re on a World Tour right now. They write to me sometimes but I haven’t seen them for almost three years.” She shrugged.

“Oh. So you’re... alone?” He asked cautiously, finding the situation weird. He was raised in a tightly knit family and never understood how families could drift apart.

“Yeah, kind of lonely. That’s probably why I’m all awkward while talking to anyone.”

“You’re not awkward. I think you’re quite pleasant actually.” He said immediately. “And you’re not alone now, you’ve got me. George, and Angie too now. Junior’s pretty fond of you, so he’ll be back soon enough.”

“Thanks Fred.” She smiled.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?”

“Nope. Haven’t had one since my ex-boyfriend cheated on me in seventh year. Fucking prick.” She huffed.

“That makes me feel all better.” He grinned, trying to make her feel better. “Haven’t been with anyone for years, unless you consider one-night stands.”

“My ex was terrible at sex so I avoided it as much as I could.” She giggled at the memory. “I’ve never had a one night stand though... Is it worth a try?”

“No harm in trying if you want to. But they’re too desperate in my opinion.” He said. “And you know, once you cross twenty five, I think you’d like to have... more feelings involved.”

“I’ve had enough desperate sex with that git. So I’m just going to stay here.” She laughed.

“I’ll be right with you. I stopped with all that stuff when Junior was born because I spend so much time around him... Wanted to be a good influence and ended up having some sort of abstinence vow.”

“What?” She asked, wide eyed. “You’re Fred Weasley, ‘lady killer’ of Hogwarts!”

Fred raised an eyebrow at that, so she continued to explain what she meant.

“I went to Hogwarts the year after you’d left. Your exit from Umbridge was pretty popular at the time, so girls would go mad at any mention of you.”

“Let’s say ‘lady killer’ Fred Weasley almost got killed in a war, woke up in St. Mungos’ and decided to act more responsibly in his relationships,” He said with a smirk. “That, and the fact that he’s practically disabled, with a fake leg makes him useless.”

“Fred you’re not useless!” She scolded immediately, and without second thought, she grabbed his hand that was resting on the table. “Stop saying that about yourself.”

“Well it’s true. No point denying it.” He shrugged.

“Oh shut up, will you? You’re literally such an amazing person,” She said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “As far as I’ve got to know you, you really love your job and your family, and you’re always so kind to everyone. And you’re obviously not dependent on anyone to do anything for you. Not that it would have been a bad thing if you were, but I saw you run on the street an hour back so that prosthetic doesn’t seem to have changed much in your life, physically that is.”

“You’re so brave to have fought against Voldemort in that war. You kept going through all that pain and you’re still here and I’m so happy to be able to talk to you right now, Fred.” She said, getting almost breathless after that long speech.

Fred just stared blankly at her for a few seconds. He’d rarely mentioned his insecurity to anyone other than his family, and the only thing he’d received were pitiful agreements or bad puns to distract him from it, the latter usually from George or Ron. But hearing Ivy’s words actually made him feel comfortable being himself, for the first time in eight years. He wondered where all that compassion could possibly come from, especially since he’d just found out about the lack of love that she’d received from her family. He looked at the girl in front of him in pure wonder. How could someone be kind enough to accept him the way he was, without showing the slightest bit of pity towards him?

“Thanks... Thank you Ivy.” He smiled slightly, squeezing her hand with his own. “I’ve got loads to thank you for today, haven’t I?”

“I’d do all of it again any day, Fred.” She replied softly. “And if you ever talk yourself down again, I’ll hit you with my bat.”

“Aggressive young lady, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Very.”

Fred grinned at that, before getting back to his meal, but not letting go of her hand that was still delicately intertwined with his.

“Speaking of the war,” Fred said after a little while, “were you at Hogwarts that night? I don’t think I ever figured out what they did with younger students.”

“Yeah I was there. I was in my second year so I obviously was supposed to be sent away with underage students,” She said. “But I was kind of stupid, thought it would be a good idea to sneak away from the rest of the group and fight.”

“So you stayed the entire night?” Fred asked in surprise.

“Yup. Almost got caught by Nott Sr. He’s my mother’s brother, actually. She got disowned when she ran away from her arranged marriage and married my father.” She said, and Fred nodded, signalling her to continue.

“He was after me as revenge, had me cornered, but Theo Nott suddenly decided he wanted to save me because we’re cousins. So he jinxed his father and hid with me in a passage in the Dungeons until morning.”

“Explains why Theodore Nott was so happy to see you at the shop,” Fred smiled. “You’ve got a bit of family, see.”

“Maybe. I do see him and Daphne more than my parents. The only good thing from that battle.”

“I really don’t remember much from that night, other than a few of the Death Eaters’ kids joining our side. Hit my head when I got crushed under a wall on the seventh floor.” Fred said.

“I think I saw you in the Great Hall in the morning. Your entire family was there to take you to St. Mungos’.” She replied, subconsciously moving her thumb in circles over Fred’s knuckles.

“Bet I looked handsome as ever.” He said cheekily

“Absolutely marvellous.”

“Better than George?”

“George was a mess that day. I saw him crying with one of your older brothers, I think. And I just hoped you’d be okay.”

“Your wish came true then.” He said, staring right into her eyes, beginning to play with one of the rings on her fingers, making her aware of her thumb’s movement, which she quickly stopped.

“It really did.” She said nervously, her mind forming another wish. I wish I could kiss you, Fred Weasley.

After settling their bill, which Fred refused to let her pay once again, they walked outside onto the muggle street.

“I should head home then. Thanks for today, Fred.” Ivy said, looking up at him.

“I should be the one thanking you, Ivy.” He smiled down at her “That corner seems nice. You can apparate from there.”

“Oh no, I prefer walking, actually. Bit of an after dinner exercise.” She smiled

“It’s late. Mind if I walk you home then?”

“You don’t have to. You look tired.” She said, reaching her hand up to fix his messy hair. “You use your phone right? I’ll text you once I get back.”

“I’m quite enjoying your company,” He replied, once again taking her hand in his. “I thought we could chat some more on the way. Only if you want to.”

“I’d love to.”

The twenty minute walk to Ivy’s flat flew by faster than ever, with Fred’s hand tightly gripping hers as they chatted about anything they could imagine on the way. When they finally reached her door, Fred untangled his fingers from hers, allowing her to unlock it and step inside.

“Come in for a drink?” She asked nervously.

“Gladly, but not today. I’m rather full.” He smiled. “I’ll be off then.”

“Why don’t you Floo back to your place? It’s pretty hot outside to walk anyways.” She suggested.

“Now that, is a good idea.” He smirked, resting his hands on either side of the door frame and towering above her slightly. “Desperate to get me in your apartment, hmm?” He said teasingly, cocking his head to one side.

“You wish.” She retorted, rolling her eyes but still blushing. “Now get in or I’ll take the offer back.”

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAVE A CAT!” He shouted from the door, and Ivy realised there was a pool of brown fur around his ankles.

“Two, actually. This is Lola.” She said, picking the cat off his feet with one arm, before diving under the couch to retrieve a white cat. “And this is Lizzy. Must’ve missed telling you.”

“I never thought of you as a cat person.” He smiled.

“Really? I thought I look like a crazy cat lady, through and through.”

Fred held his hands out to the cats, and each of them placed a paw in his hands.

“Look Ivy they already like me!” He exclaimed like a little child.

“They’re really friendly.” Ivy smiled at him.

“And I’m very likable.” He said, making Ivy snort with laughter. Of course he was likeable. He was bloody adorable.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” He complimented, walking further inside and looking around the living room, and picking Lola up. “All yours?”

“Yeah. Theo made sure I inherited my share of the Nott fortune. Quite an angel he’s turned into.” She replied, walking into the kitchen with Lizzy and getting the Floo Powder.

“All Daphne’s work, I tell you. He was a spoilt brat back at school.” Fred said, leaning against the fireplace as he ran his fingers through a purring Lola’s fur. “I’m thankful to him now, though.”

“Why?” She asked, stepping into the living room, towards the fireplace.

“He saved you. I wouldn’t have had you if it wasn’t for him.” He answered, letting Lola jump onto the floor and surprising her with a hug and engulfing her in his scent.

Ivy was sure that he could hear her heart beating wildly in her ribcage, and when she rested her head against his chest, she heard his thump at a faster than usual.

“I can’t imagine what it would have been like without you either, Fred.” She whispered into the hug.

“Good thing I’m here then. Don’t let your imagination get to wild.” He said, letting go of her and winking, before grabbing a fistful of the green powder. “Goodnight kitties. See you tomorrow Ivy?”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled, waving at him with one hand and taming a squirming Lizzy with the other, as he disappeared into the green flames.

Fred knew for a fact now that he didn’t just like Ivy. He was in love with Ivy. And every bit of him knew he shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t help it. She was his newfound source of comfort, the person he could talk to about anything in the world without the slightest tinge of awkwardness. Their friendship had grown so much during the next few days that George had asked him if there was something more between them. He’d obviously denied it, even though he knew he can’t ever lie to his brother. Maybe Fred was too obvious, but there was nothing he could do about it. She could brighten his day up with her random chatter and soft smile. He couldn’t stop looking at her, even if she was doing something as mundane as counting the money in the tills. Her hair falling until her waist, her brown eyes that lit up when she smiled, her homely scent that had managed to follow him to the Amortentia section... Fred felt intoxicated by her.

Ivy had never felt what she was currently feeling about Fred. Each morning, she’d wake up, get to practice and then wait impatiently for it to end, so that she could get to the shop and see him. After they would close down for the night, she tried to stay back until the other employees had left, so that she could spend just a few extra minutes around him. She risked admiring him during working hours, sometimes finding him looking back at her, and when their eyes would meet, he’d give her his brightest smile, making all her exhaustion fade away. She was scared of these feelings, and some part of her was sure it was more than just a crush at this point, perhaps even love. But what was the point keeping these feelings if they were never to be reciprocated?

The six ladies of the Weasley family had grown incredibly close over the years and often got themselves a ‘girls day’ to catch up with each other, go shopping and leave the children with the men. On one such day, they decided to visit Diagon Alley and naturally walked into Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes to see how their favourite shop was doing. The twins were obviously aware of their visit beforehand, so as soon as George spotted them walking inside the store, both him and Fred ran up to the women, embracing each one of them and slipping into an easy conversation. After a few minutes, they insisted going around the shop, wishing to have a look at the new products that had been put up for sale.

Ivy was stocking one of the shelves on the first floor, unaware of the latest arrivals at the shop. She was made aware of their presence when she heard Angelina’s voice, calling to her from a little distance, still out of her sight.

“Ivy! Where are you my girl?” She shouted.

“Right here! Hello Angelina.” She waved, walking towards her and realising she wasn’t alone. “Hey everyone.”

“Oh good to finally meet the girl both my Freds won’t stop talking about!” A short woman with ginger hair spoke up.

“You must be Mrs. Weasley.” Ivy said, shaking her hand.

“Hi, I’m Fleur.” A beautiful woman with a strong French accent and long silvery hair said, approaching her and kissing both her cheeks in a proper French greeting. “You seem as nice as Fred says.”

“I’m Audrey. Nice to meet you!” Another woman, as tall as Fleur, with a short black bob and glasses said.

Ivy turned to the two other women, immediately recognising them to be (a very pregnant) Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. She controlled her urge to absolutely fangirl over Ginny, her favourite Quidditch player and idol.

“It’s great to meet all of you. I’ve heard so much about from the twins.” Ivy smiled.

“Angie says you’re training for Quidditch? How’s it going?” Hermione asked.

“It’s going well, Ms. Granger. Thank you.”

“Oh my God, don’t be that formal!” Audrey patted her shoulder lightly. “All of us would like being called by our first names.”

“Yeah. Though it was rather nice being called Ms. Granger.” Hermione said.

“I know!” Ginny exclaimed. “Everyone calls you four ‘Mrs. Weasley’ since you married my brothers, and I’m always like, isn’t that Mum?”

“I love being called Ms. Jones at work. My boss has a bit of a memory problem so she keeps forgetting.” Audrey said, making everyone laugh.

“Honestly, it’s alright being called ‘Mrs. Weasley’ when I’m with Bill, but c’mon!” Fleur said, rolling her eyes. “I’m still a Delacour.”

“Getting married doesn’t make you any less of a Delacour, or Granger, or Weasley or Jones or Johnson.” Ivy said thoughtfully. “Or even Prewett for that matter. That’s forever. People keep forgetting it and that’s what pisses me off about the tradition of taking the husband’s last name.”

“There we go. My kind of person.” Ginny said. “Go feminists!”

“I didn’t think being called a Prewett after so many years could make me feel that good.” Mrs. Weasley said finally, grinning. “I’m going to make sure it’s done more often now.”

“You should, Mum.” Fleur nodded. “Anyways, let’s sit down.”

Ivy got them settled on a couch near the Love Potion section on the first floor and added some chairs, allowing the six of them to sit comfortably.

“Could I get you something? Perhaps some butterbeer?” She asked politely, trying to keep her mind off the fact that the section oozed with Fred’s smell.

“No dear, we’re all settled.” Mrs. Weasley smiled.

“Join us, actually.” Hermione said, patting the empty spot next to herself.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got to get back to stocking up.” Ivy replied.

“Oh come on!” Ginny whined. “One of those gits can do some work for a bit.”

“We’ll let them know you’re on a break.” Audrey said, getting up and leaning against the railing. “OI BOYS! FRED, GEORGE!” She shouted, “IVY’S GOING TO CHILL OUT WITH US.”

“WE’RE NOT LETTING HER DO ANY WORK AS LONG AS WE’RE HERE.” Hermione added casually, before they settled back down.

“GOOD THING! SHE WORKS TOO HARD, DOESN’T SHE FREDDIE?” George shouted from downstairs.

“YEAH SURE!” Fred agreed. “WE’LL BE UPSTAIRS IN A BIT TOO!”

“Thank you.” Ivy said, slightly flushed.

“Hmm so now, tell us what you’ve been up to.” Ginny said, leaning back in her chair.

“I’m just training to be a Professional Beater. I’m a huge fan of yours by the way, and it’s so amazing to meet you!” Ivy replied, slightly squealing the last bit.

“Aww. That’s so sweet of her, isn’t it Gin?” Fleur said, slightly squeezing her hand.

“It really is. Thanks Ivy.” Ginny smiled. "Fred says you've got two cats!"

"Lizzy and Lola, yeah." Ivy smiled back.

"I'm getting little James here next week. If it would be okay, can you get your cats over for a day, please?" Ginny requested. "He loves cats so they'll be a nice distraction to him. Harry and I will be able to shop for a bit."

"Definitely."

Ivy fell into an easy conversation with the women. The level of comfort she felt with the Weasleys was beyond comparison. It didn’t seem like she was meeting them for the first time even for a single moment. No wonder she liked being around Fred and George if they were raised so well.

“What’s that smell?” George asked as he walked towards the women with a disgusted expression a little while later.

“Ugh it’s bad.” Fred said, walking up and placing his head on Ivy’s shoulder as he faced his family. Ivy didn’t know what to do. She’d never imagined him being so close to her, especially in front of his family.

“Must be all the pregnant farts.” He said, scrunching his nose, looking absolutely adorable, and earning gasps from Hermione, Angelina and to Ivy’s surprise, Ginny.

“I just smell the love potions, Fred.” Audrey said sarcastically.

“Maybe your brother-in-law is in love with a troll, Audrey,” Ivy teased, turning to look at Fred, who was still standing the same way. One slight movement and their lips would be touching.

Everyone began to laugh at that, except Fred, who’s eyes were wide as he kept staring at Ivy with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Gosh, I really like her!” Ginny said, clutching her stomach while laughing.

“We’ve found the one person who can return Fred Weasley’s horrible humour!” Angelina exclaimed.

“Good thing she didn’t turn out like that Verity girl.” Mrs. Weasley laughed.

“Absolutely nutcase that one was.” George rolled his eyes.

“Who’s Verity?” Ivy asked, slightly jealous. Was she one of Fred’s ex girlfriends? Maybe one of those stupid girls who made him feel like he wasn’t enough

“She used to work here. One of the first employees.” Fleur said.

“She acted all nice and sweet for a bit, then turned mad!” Hermione said, making Ivy’s jealousy fade away.

“I always told you she was a bitch, didn’t I?” Audrey said, before quickly turning to Mrs. Weasley. “Sorry mum. Didn’t mean to use that word.”

“Oh that one deserves it!” Mrs. Weasley laughed.

Ivy had never bonded so well with new people. The Weasleys were truly an amazing family, just like she’d heard from people. Hermione’s intelligent talk, Fleur’s caring nature, Audrey’s sarcasm, the Twins’ mischief, Angelina and Ginny’s boldness, all bound together by Mrs. Weasley’s motherly nature made the perfect atmosphere. Ivy truly felt welcomed among them. She did not have a family of her own to care for her and this small interaction with the Weasleys left her yearning for more, even if it was just a friendly chat. She secretly hoped that she could find herself a family, just like this one, who would accept her as one of their own. One day, perhaps. Until then, she’d have to go to the “Singles’ Party” at the Leaky Cauldron the following week and try to get her mind off Fred. Because no matter how lovely every fucking thing about him was, he couldn’t ever be hers.

“So, how’s Ivy doing?” George asked, serving himself some mashed potatoes that he’d had made. They were at the couple’s house, on their monthly dinner with Lee Jordan and his fiancée.

“What kind of question is that George? You meet her everyday too.” Fred said, looking at his brother curiously.

“Mate stop acting like you don’t know what he means.” Lee said from across the table.

“I really don’t know what he means, Lee.” Fred replied, looking around the table. He looked between Angelina and Sophie, Lee’s girlfriend, who seemed to be planning something. “What are you girls up to?”

“We were just talking about you two, Fred. We think you should make a move with her.” Sophie said.

Fred knew exactly what she meant, but chose to keep his confused expression, afraid of giving away his feelings for Ivy.

“Don’t make that face.” Angelina said. “You like Ivy, more than a friend.”

“No I don’t.” He replied too quickly.

“There’s nothing wrong if you do.” Lee insisted.

“But I don’t. What makes you think I do anyways?” He asked, trying to sound casual.

“Fred I’ve known you forever.” George said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You’ve never liked a girl so much before.”

“And your Mum approves of her too. She told me. All the girls do.” Sophie stated simply.

“Is that why you girls came to the shop the other day? To meet Ivy?” Fred asked, slightly irritated.

“Fred, Mum’s just worried about you. She’s really happy to hear you talk this way about someone.” Angelina said. “She wanted to make sure you don’t end up breaking your heart. And she’s sure Ivy likes you too.”

“No she doesn’t. She’s so much younger than me, and she’s... She’s got an entire life ahead of her. She deserves a proper man. Not me.” He shook his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are a proper man.” Lee argued.

“Just a prosthetic doesn’t make you ‘improper’,” Sophie added.

“You know what Junior said when he got back from the shop that night?” George said, gaining his brother’s attention. “He asked, ‘Daddy, are Uncle Freddie and Ivy in love?’”

“He’s two George. Kids don’t understand these things.” Fred said, running his hands through his hair.

“Kids are intuitive,” Angelina said. “They just know stuff. They don’t understand it, but they know.”

Fred passed a confused look around the table, unsure of what to say. The five sat in silence for a few minutes, until Lee spoke again.

“There’s no harm in just trying Fred,” He said wisely. “If she says no, you move on with your life, simple. But you can’t keep denying your feelings for her.”

“I’m... I’m not denying it Lee.” He said finally, resting his elbows on the table and leaning his head into his hands. “I like her. Bloody hell, I love her.”

“Then what’s stopping you, brother?” George asked softly.

“I don’t know.” He replied honestly, digging his fingers into his hair and closing his eyes. “It doesn’t feel right... Like I said, she deserves better.”

“You’re hurting yourself Fred. You’re in love with her and you’re trying to stop yourself from loving her.” Angelina said, but Fred remained silent.

“And what if she loves you too?” Sophie asked. “The girl’s probably scared shitless right now, being in love with her boss.”

“She doesn’t love me Sophie. I’m just a friend to her.”

“She definitely likes you more than a friend. From everything I’ve heard about her from you and George, and adding up what Freddy said, she does love you.” Lee said.

“I can’t do it. I can’t. I don’t want to lose her friendship,” Fred said stubbornly. “She feels lonely anyways. She told me so. I don’t want to complicate things further. She trusts me as a friend. I can’t do it.”

“Then what are you going to do?” George asked. “You can’t not do anything!"

“I don’t know Georgie.”

“Why don’t you try going to that Singles’ Party at Leaky next Saturday?” Angelina suggested.

“That’s actually the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“It’s not that bad mate. It’ll take your mind off things for a bit.” Lee said.

“Doesn’t make a difference. I’m a mess.”

“Fred, you really should go. It’ll help clear your mind a bit.” Sophie said.

“They’re right. I think you’ll see others finding new people and want to make a move on Ivy too.” George agreed.

“Fine.”

“Here you go,” Lee smirked, tossing a box of condoms across the table. “I don’t like surprise babies.”

“I’m not hooking up with anyone from that stupid party!” Fred exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah we know.” Angelina rolled her eyes. “Just keep it. No harm being careful.”

“Angie-”

“Are you actually going to upset the pregnant woman and get me murdered in my sleep?” George scolded, shutting him up for good.

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lovegoodlane · 4 months

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

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

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Peeping in Potions

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

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

Words: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

George shrugged in response, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.

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

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

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

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

Fred huffed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lace panties. But this time, they were black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggled and rubbed his bare back.

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

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

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

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

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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☕️ reader x fred in a college/university au!

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

Study (Date)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Title: Tension

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: With the lingering tension between you and Fred, would an accidental kiss change it all?

For people who were destined to be together, there comes a point in their relationship where the friendship also contains some romantic tension.

But, most often, the romantic tension falls upon the shoulders of two oblivious idiots.

Everyone else can practically see it except for the two people in question.

In this case, it was you and your best friend, Fred Weasley.

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“Morning sunshine.” Fred greeted, plopping down next to you, “Can I have some of that?”

“Get your own breakfast.” You said, sipping on some pumpkin juice, “It’s all literally right in front of you.”

“Come on sunshine. Sharing is caring.” He cooed.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Then I don’t care for you until after breakfast.”

To anyone who had just met the two, they would’ve assumed that they were a couple who had possibly been together for a couple of months.

But, their friend group (and practically the whole population of Hogwarts) knew that the two were just “best friends” or to put it lightly, “blind to the fact that the other reciprocates the romantic feelings”.

While they witnessed the scene in front of them, they could only hope that you and Fred would come to your senses sooner rather than later.

Or they could lock the two of you in a broom closet…

“C’mon sunshine.” Fred stood up the moment he finished his breakfast, “I’ll walk you to your class.”

“Coming!” You said, getting up as well before waving to your friends, “See you guys later!”

On the walk to your classroom, Fred’s hand kept brushing over yours slightly but never actually touching.

Your schedule was almost exactly the same - except for the one class in the morning that you took that Fred didn’t.

The two of you stood in front of your classroom, facing each other but none of you making a move.

“Aren’t you gonna be late to your class?” You asked, looking down to avoid his intense gaze and to try to calm down the butterflies bouncing around inside you.

Fred just shrugged, a blush rising up to his cheeks at the realization that you noticed him staring, “When am I ever on time to class?”

You laughed, “Then exceed their expectations this time, carrothead.”

“Hey!” He warned with a small smile, “Call me carrothead one more time and I won’t give you any chocolate.”

“You’re lucky I love chocolate then.”

“More than me?”

That question was supposed to be easy to answer. If only you had the courage to say that you loved him much more than chocolate, much more than friends should, much more than anything else in this world.

“Cat got your tongue?” Fred retorted with a smile.

“Oh shut it, Weasley! Run along to your class now.” You came back to your senses, hitting him on the shoulder.

Before Fred could process what was happening, he quickly kissed you on the cheek before running along to his own class.

You stood there, dumbfounded, cheeks redder than any of the Weasleys' hair.

Did Frederick Gideon Weasley, your best friend and long-time crush, just kiss you on the cheek?

But, hearing your professor’s voice from afar, immediately brought you back to your senses.

“Looks like someone had a good morning.” Your friend nodded to the blush that was still on your cheeks as you sat down beside her.

You smiled, “Actually. I had.”

–

Fred walked into Herbology, not caring one bit that he was five minutes late as he replayed the events from earlier.

“Did you finally ask her out?” George teased upon seeing his twins’ dazed smile.

Fred shook his head, “Nope.”

“Then what do you have that idiotic i’m-so-in-love-with-her smile for?” George asked.

“I kissed her on the cheek.” Fred mumbled excitedly.

“You what?” George said, “You better not be sarcastic right now.”

“I kissed her on the cheek.” He repeated, before his smile faded as if the realization had just struck, “Oh Godric! I kissed her on the cheek. I’m such an idiot.”

George noticed the change in his twin’s demeanor, “What? What’s the problem with kissing Y/N on the cheek - you fancy her, don’t you?”

“I do!” Fred whisper-shouted, “That’s the problem! If I kissed her then I should’ve just as well told her my feelings which is the worst idea ever.”

“How did she react when you kissed her?” George asked.

Fred shrugged, “Don’t know. I already ran off afterwards.”

Silence for a moment, before a smack was heard as George’s hand hit the back of Fred’s head.

“You idiot!” He hissed, ”I wonder what kind of a boyfriend you are if you just run off the minute you kiss your girlfriend.”

“I was going to be late!”

“Since when did you care about being late to class?”

“...Today?”

“Uh huh.”

“Just tell her already.” George encouraged, “A girl like that won’t wait around for long. So, take my advice before you spend the rest of your life regretting it when you see her on the arm of some other guy.”

–

For the whole day, you couldn’t get the feeling, the moment of Fred kissing your cheek out of your mind.

If you were being completely honest, it was the only thing you could think of.

You were walking on cloud nine, your fantasies coming to life even for a mere moment.

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” The voice that belonged to none other than the guy you’ve been daydreaming about since that morning.

“Mind if I walk with you?” Fred asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Not at all.” You smiled, adjusting the strap of the book bag on your shoulder.

The two of you started walking at the same pace with each other, no certain destination in mind.

“Look,” Fred suddenly spoke up, mustering as much of his Gryffindor courage as he could, “about this morning.”

Your heart slowly started to sink in your chest just like the Titanic, did he regret it? Was he going to say that he didn’t mean it?

“I know what you’re going to say,” You interrupted, “You’re going to say that it was just something out of the blue and that we’re just best friends.”

“Actually…” Fred trailed off, “I was kind of hoping for the opposite. I have been head over heels in lo-”

You had once again interrupted him, but this time, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.

His hands immediately found his home by your waist, kissing you as if his life literally depended on it.

“Told you so!” The familiar voice of a certain annoying twin made itself heard to the both of you.

Speak of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

George stands at the end of the corridor with a teasing grin,

“Angelina owes me 5 galleons.”

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Hey Gabriella, congratulations on 1.3k follower again 😊

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

(I hope, I did it right 🙈)

Thank you so much Jacky! 💖

Join my 1.3k Rom-Com Night!

My Dearest Y/N,

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

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

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

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

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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

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

My headcannon night is closed!

Fred dating Someone Who Loves Herbology

He would honestly think that it is the cutest thing ever

Especially when you’re so concentrated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Who moved the jar to the window?”

”I did.”

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

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peeves-gurl · 2 years

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Meeting the Juniors

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story. I hope you like it!

Part 2 || Part 3

Fred Weasley had grown. Though he hadn't changed much, unless one considered the prosthetic limb he had to have attached to his left thigh once Percy had managed to dig him out from under the wall that fell on top of him during the Battle at Hogwarts. It was his only insecurity, even after eight whole years. There weren't many people in the Wizarding World who used a prosthetic limb, that too one that was of the muggle kind. He'd personally come across only one other person, Mad-Eye Moody, who had unfortunately been lost to Voldemort and his Death Eaters months before Fred lost his leg. Out of his insecurity, he used ample charms on it, changing it's colour to perfectly match his skin tone, changing it's texture to make it similar to his skin, and even getting Professor McGonagall to cast a special charm, that allowed him to feel all sensations on the leg, making it pretty much a part of his body, as good as his 'real' leg. But still, in his mind, it was a prosthetic, a weakness that made him different from other twenty-eight year old men, something that he considered a reason for his loneliness.

Ivy Roberts was the newest employee at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. For a twenty year old, her dreams were quite big and her achievements were running low. She planned on becoming a professional Quidditch Player, a beater, hopefully for the Hollyhead Harpies or Puddlemore United. Her in training seemed to be going pretty well, and with her newest job, she hoped to earn enough to pay her bills and buy herself equipment to keep it going. She mindlessly blamed her lack of achievements on her loneliness, rather than, what she was pretty sure, was laziness. Being the only child to parents who preferred to travel the world than support their daughter, left her alone in London. She had made friends at Hogwarts of course, and during her Quidditch practices too, but none of them could be considered close enough to share every bit of her daily life with. And well, dating had been out of question for quite a while, once she realised boys weren’t as important as she initially thought. Though sometimes, when she walked alone on the streets on Saturday nights, she imagined a handsome, faceless man, holding her hands amidst all the couples that frolicked down the street.

Fred loved the company of his parents, his siblings and their children more than anything else in his life. He spent his free time being the cool uncle to his niblings, spoiling them and playing pranks with them. And yet, each night, when George packed his stuff up and flooed back home to Angelina and their son, Fred was left alone in the old flat above the shop, hoping that someday, he'd find someone who would love him despite his apparent flaw, someone he could cuddle next to while he fell asleep.

Ivy's time at the shop passed rather quickly. She'd usually go to the shop around lunch time, right after her Quidditch training, and spend the rest of her day helping the twins around the shop. She grew close to the two very soon, unlike the three other employees at the store, who seemingly did not share the same closeness with their bosses. Ivy vividly remembered the time she'd told the twins she wanted to be a Professional beater. They seemed to jump out of their seats at the mention of being beaters, and quickly provided her with their best tips, from the time that they'd been on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Hold your bat closer to the edge, Ivy." Fred had suggested. "It's easier to move it that way. Less force, more impact on the bludger."

"Don't flick your wrist, you'll end up spraining it. Move your shoulders instead." George had said, demonstrating the movement and accidentally smacking his twin in the head.

She was glad to have them, honestly. Barely two weeks into the job, George suggested she should stop calling them 'Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley', like the other employees, and instead went with their first names, more like friends. The level of comfort that she'd achieved with them was something that she hadn't even had with her friends back at Hogwarts. And the fact that they were the best pair of beaters Hogwarts had back in the day, made her time with them even more fun.

And unintentionally, one Saturday, when she walked around the streets, once again imagining a handsome man holding her hand and guiding her through the crowd, her mind flashed the image of Fred Weasley, grinning down at her, sending tingles through her body. But it was just a passing crush, wasn't it? Fred was eight years older, had an amazing career, and was way out of her league. He definitely had a lover, someone as good looking as him, who truly deserved him. He wouldn't want her.

Fred, along with his twin, grew to adore Ivy more than just as an employee. She was much funnier than Michael, Josephine and Veer, their other three employees, and wanted to be a professional Quidditch beater, something the twins wanted to do before they came up with the idea of the joke shop in their fourth year. He'd seen her interaction with the customers, smiling and showing them around the store, confidence radiating off her. She smiled sweetly towards the children, sometimes lifting the tiniest ones up in her arms so that they could get a better look at the shelves, even though she had mentioned not being too fond of little ones. She would not only laugh at his and George's jokes, but instead add something of her own to make it even funnier.

Quite frankly, Fred thought she was amazing in every possible way and was glad to have found a friend in her. And the time she'd mentioned being a prankster at school, a pain in the ass to Headmistress McGonagall, just the way he was once, he didn't think she could get any better. That was until one night, just as he was about to fall asleep, alone as usual, she appeared in his mind for a fleeting moment, resting her head on his chest, intertwining her legs with his own. He couldn't fall asleep then. Why would she ever want him? She did flirt back with him sometimes, but he was always the one to initiate it, and it was obviously friendly, nothing more. She was eight years younger and whole, and she deserved someone like herself not like Fred.

Ivy walked into the store slightly later than her usual time. She'd been hitting bludgers all morning and didn't take notice of the time until her coach reminded her to have lunch. She ran to the changing room, showered quickly and put on her purple uniform jumper along with jeans and immediately apparated to Diagon Alley. She opened the shop door and ran to the backroom, where she could find Fred or George and apologize for her unusual tardiness. Instead, she was greeted with an empty backroom. Setting her bags down in their usual spot, Ivy rushed outside to begin her usual work routine of counting the money at the cash counter and re-stocking the empty shelves.

Fred and George were walking down the stairs that connected the flat upstairs to the shop. Behind them was a very beautiful lady, tall, dark skinned, with beautiful natural curls up to her shoulders. She was sure it was George's wife, Angelina Johnson.

"Ivy." George greeted with a nod of his head and a smile.

"Good afternoon! I'm sorry for being a bit late today. I forgot to check the time during practice." She explained quickly.

"So you're Ivy," Angelina smiled. "I've heard loads about you from these two. Hope your Quidditch is going well."

"Thank you Ms. Johnson. I've heard lots about you as well." Ivy smiled back politely.

"Please call me Angelina!" She said, shaking her hand.

Just as Ivy was about to let go of her hand, her eyes fell onto Angelina's belly, and she was surprised to see the woman was pregnant.

"I have an appointment today," Angelina said, cradling her stomach gently. "And some work later on. George and I came to drop little Freddy with his uncle. He's asleep upstairs."

"That's great, congratulations!" Ivy smiled. "You never mentioned anything about the baby, George!"

"Oh no, you must've missed it Ivy. He talks about Angie and Junior and the new baby all the time." Fred spoke up finally, making George and Angelina blush furiously.

"We have to get going, or we'd be late." George said after a few more minutes of conversation.

"Take care of Freddy, please. Feed him once he wakes up." Angelina reminded Fred.

"Don't worry Angie. I'm the best Godfather." Fred grinned cockily.

"Thanks brother." George patted his twin's shoulder and clutched his wife's hand with his own, ready to disapparate. "See you 'round, Ivy!"

Work at the shop progressed as usual for about an hour, until Ivy saw the cutest child that she could have imagined, running around the shop. He had bright red hair, and hundreds of freckles scattered across his pale skin, and looked like a miniature version of George and Fred. Fred was chasing his nephew around, unable to do any work at the shop, leaving the four employees to manage everything. The toddler's giggles echoed around the premises each time he picked a random item off a shelf he passed, and tossed it in another direction, making Fred dive to catch it before it broke or hurt the child.

"Junior c'mon! It's lunch time, sweetheart!" He called out in his deep voice, earning nothing but another loud giggle from his nephew.

Ivy stood behind the currently empty counter, watching the exchange while twirling her wand between her fingers. Her crush on Fred had definitely grown over the past few days, no matter how much she tried to suppress it. And it was incredibly difficult to not find him attractive, especially when he showed so much love to the young child he was in charge of for the day. From her place, she admired the man, his brown eyes crinkled at the edges as he laughed at little Freddy's actions. He ran his fingers through his ginger hair, messing them up slightly while following the child's every action, preparing to get a hold on him when he was distracted. His clothes were crumpled, and his watch hung loosely from his wrist, and she found the sight more appealing than she could have thought. She was brought back from her thoughts when she heard a rattling sound from the row of shelves Freddy was close to, only to realise that he was shaking it, trying to get something from a height beyond his reach. Right as she watched, a few glass bottles of some potion fell out, headed right towards the boy. Fred was too far to get him away in time, and even though he ran to shield him immediately, he wouldn't be able to avoid the accident. Ivy acted on instinct, swishing her wand and making the bottles freeze mid air, inches from Freddy's head. Immediately, she saw Fred sigh in relief, before grabbing the child around his stomach and lifting him up in his arms. Another wave of Ivy's wand, and the bottles flew back to their shelves, away from the mischievous child.

"That's enough mischief for today Junior." Fred said sternly, and the boy flailed his little arms, trying to free himself from the tight grasp. He carried the child over to the counter in front of Ivy and set him down gently, holding him as he stood up on the wooden table.

"Thank you." He said, his gratitude reflected in his eyes. "He could have got hurt if you wouldn't have done that. Thank you."

Ivy smiled at him, her eyes flickering between him and his nephew, and Fred controlled his urge to kiss her out of gratitude.

"Uncle Fred! Leave me please!" Freddy pouted, stomping his little foot on the table.

"Not until you've finished your lunch." Fred said, pulling out his wand and summoning a little bag from his flat, full off Freddy's belongings for the day.

Freddy looked around for some sort of escape, turning around almost in a full circle, before his eyes landed on Ivy.

"You're new! You're new!" He shouted gleefully to the girl, making grabby hands towards her.

Ivy felt her lips curl up into an involuntary smile at the toddler's actions, and walked up to him to get a closer look.

"Hello!" She greeted.

"I'm Fred Weaseey Junior." Freddy said proudly in his baby voice, holding his hand out to her like he'd seen his father and uncle do when they introduced themselves to new people.

"I'm honoured by your presence, your highness." Ivy joked, taking his tiny hand into her own and bowing slightly. The child giggled at her actions and she gently steadied him on the table with her other hand.

"What's your name?" He asked through his giggles.

"Ivy Roberts, your majesty." She said, adding a quick bow, that sent him into another fit of giggles.

She felt Fred's gaze on her and nodded quickly towards him, allowing him to pull his hands away from the child and pull his lunch out of the bag Angelina had left.

"Okay Junior, let's see what your Mummy's got you for lunch today." He said cheerfully, "Hmm, pasta!"

"No! No dirty brolloci !" Freddy said stubbornly, pointing to the little pieces of broccoli in the pasta. "Ivy!" He pouted, tugging his newest friend's arm.

"What's wrong Freddy?" She cooed, gently running her fingers through his soft ginger hair.

"No lunch please!" He begged.

"Alright. What do you wanna do today?" She asked kindly.

"I... I want to work at the shop. Like a big boy!" He said quite loudly. "Tell Uncle, please!"

"Junior, you can work at the shop when you are a big boy." Fred stated, rubbing the child's back lovingly. "We're going to have your pasta now, okay?"

"No!" Freddy protested. "Now, Uncle Fred. Now!"

Fred looked tired of running around with the child. He was fit physically, so a slight chase with a two year old wasn't what had tired him out. It was the unexpected rebellion that the said two year old showed that exhausted him. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and shutting his eyes to take a moment. Ivy noticed his weariness and decided now would be the right time to help him.

"Your Uncle is being a bit boring today, isn't he?" Ivy teased, causing Fred to open his eyes and cock his head to one side, shooting her a look, as if to say 'oh really?'

She subtly winked at him, turning her attention back to the child who was looking at her expectantly. "I think you'd make a fabulous shop worker."

"Faviolis," Freddy repeated after her, mispronouncing the word with such cuteness that both she and Fred had to stifle their laughs.

"Would you like to work with me today?" She asked him sweetly.

"Yes!" He replied, jumping on the table, causing her and Fred to slightly tighten their grips on him.

"Okay, give me a minute."

Fred nodded towards her with a smile, allowing her to do whatever she was planning. She turned around, picking her wand up again, raising the height of the chair behind the counter to what would be enough to let Freddy sit with his hands on the table. She flicked her wand, and the back of the chair turned softer when a cushion appeared, along with a buckle, making it look like a fancy car seat.

"I think this can be your special chair for the day Freddy. And you can be..." She paused, taking a minute to come up with a fake position for him.

"How about you becoming the shop's President?" Fred asked, playing along.

"Pwesiden." Freddy repeated innocently with approval.

"Then, Mr. President, is it okay if we put you in this special chair?" Ivy asked, earning an excited grin from the child.

She hooked her arms under the his, picking him off he counter and seating him in the chair, fixing the buckles quickly, afraid of letting him slip out and hurt himself.

"What's my job?" Freddy asked, looking at his uncle with utmost seriousness.

"I have the most important job for you sweetheart. You have to sit here and say hello to all out customers when they walk in." Fred said, mimicking his nephew's seriousness.

"No." Freddy said, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

"Yes, yes!" Ivy said, covering up. "It's a very important job, just for the President, Freddy. You need to charm all the customers into buying the products."

Freddy seemed convinced this time, so he sat patiently, waiting for the next customer to come along.

"There's just one rule." She said softly, once she had him settled. "The President needs to eat whatever his Mummy gives for lunch. After all, he needs his energy for the most important job in the shop."

And the President agreed.

Fred couldn't believe what he saw. Ivy Roberts had, somehow, managed to get his mischievous nephew seated silently in a chair, in middle of the joke shop that he wouldn't leave any opportunity to wreck havoc in. And now, she was feeding him dirty brolloci of all things in the world, without any tantrums. He leaned against the counter, taking up her place in case a customer came by, arms crossed against his chest, watching her entertain the child. He couldn't stop looking at her dark hair, flowing beautifully down her shoulders, looking perfect against the deep purple uniform. Her eyes shone with joy as she delicately wiped down the child’s face with a paper napkin, before smiling at something he babbled excitedly, displaying the deep dimples that appeared on her cheeks. And oh, that wink she gave him just minutes previously, even though it meant absolutely nothing, made his heart flutter in his chest. She was showing such pure affection for a child she was no way related to, completely forgetting her apparent dislike towards children. And the fact that this child was his nephew, whom he loved more than anything else in his life, made everything flawless. To him, there wasn't any woman as perfect as Ivy.

Some hours later, the four employees were busy winding up business to shut down for the day, as Fred sat at the counter, keeping Freddy busy with some toys from the shop. Ivy was working close to the cash counter, upon Fred's insistence, since she seemed to be the only one able to convince the child to do anything that day. She was busy restocking shelves for the next morning, stealing occasional glances towards her handsome boss and his giggly nephew, when she heard Fred's deep voice.

"You've been really nice today, Junior." He praised the child, and Ivy looked up to see he was placing soft kisses on his head. "How about we go out for some ice cream in a while, just Junior and Senior, hmm?"

"Mhmm ice cream." Freddy replied instantly, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Ivy comes too!"

"Aaand you've stolen my nephew." Fred said dramatically, turning towards Ivy.

"Aww don't worry. I'm not going to intrude on your ice cream party." She smiled back.

"No, no you really should come along. He's not in a mood to listen to me today and I might need your help." He said quickly.

"I... Fred no, I can't."

"Yes you can. We're going to Florean Fortescue's, right around the corner." He insisted, and Ivy shook her head to say no once more.

"Pleaseeee!" Both boys said together in a sing song voice, looking at her with the same puppy eyes and their mouths curved into identical frowns.

"That's not fair! How do I say no to that face?" She scolded playfully, but agreed to the idea all the same.

Half an hour later, Ivy was walking on the street next to Fred Weasley, with his two year old nephew sitting on his shoulders. Diagon Alley was lit up with street lights, and she couldn't keep her eyes off the man she was with. The light illuminated his flaming red hair and highlighted the freckles against his pale skin. She felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw him looking at the child with a mischievous glint in his eyes, sharing a crooked smirk, before he sped up, pacing ahead of her on the sidewalk, Freddy bouncing and giggling on his shoulders. Ivy couldn’t help the way her mind drifted back to her own childhood. Her parents had made it very clear to her that she was an unplanned child, interfering with their plans to travel the world. It wasn't like they ignored her. They did love her, but they rarely made her feel it. But looking at Fred playing with the toddler made her feel all of his affection, even if it wasn't directed towards her in any way. Her heart warmed up when she saw the man tickle the boy, making his laughter ring around the street. The look of concern on his face a few hours back, when the glass bottles nearly hurt Freddy was one that showed pure love, something she'd grown up wishing for. Fred Weasley, with his perfect eyes and perfect smile, made her feel it, even though it wasn't for her.

"You're not paying for mine, Fred." She said sternly, standing against the ice cream counter with Fred towering over her.

"Yes I am. I got you here, I pay for it." He said.

"No, I came here to play with Freddy. It was my own choice."

"You came here because we insisted. No more arguments." He stated, handing over the money to the cashier, before setting Freddy down on a table and beginning to feed him the ice cream.

"Where's yours?" She asked, realising he'd bought only two.

"I'll share with Junior." He said, taking a bite when Freddy looked away, and she gasped dramatically.

"You stole a child's ice cream, you vile man!" She whisper-yelled.

"I'll steal yours too if you don't eat it quickly." He whispered back, rolling his eyes and taking another bite.

"Piggyback!" Freddy shouted when Fred tried to lift him onto his shoulders once they were ready to go back.

"Okay then, c'mon." Fred said, leaning a little so that Freddy could climb onto his back.

Instead, the child tugged Ivy's arm, pulling her closer and shouting, "Piggyback Ivy!"

"You love troubling her, don't you?." Fred said, ruffling his hair and looking at Ivy for a response. Ivy smiled, bending down and allowing him to climb onto her back, locking his arms around her neck and holding his feet around her waist.

"Thanks love. I'll take your bag." Fred said, casually slinging her handbag over his shoulder and holding the shop door open for her. He'd just called her 'love'. Out of all the nicknames he could've used, he chose 'love'.

Fred internally cursed himself for it. He thought it had come off as creepy and freaked her out. It might give away the attraction he'd been feeling towards her and that wouldn't be good. Keeping his composure, he turned to look at Ivy, who seemed to act absolutely normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was probably used to being called 'love' by her friends. It's 2006 after all, and nicknames like that can be used in any context.

Ivy on the other hand, had never been called anything but her first name. Not even her family or friends used any terms of endearment towards her. And then Fred Weasley, the man who could make her swoon with one look, calls her 'love' of all things in the world. She managed to sneak a look at him, chivalrously carrying her purse over his shoulder. It wasn't that big of a deal anyways. He probably calls all his friends 'love'. He does seem to be a rather affectionate man, after all.

The three took a turn towards Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, just in time to see George and Angelina apparate back in front of the shop.

"First one to reach your Dad wins!" Fred shouted to his nephew, before darting off in the said direction.

"Faster Ivy, I have to win!" Freddy said, tightening his grip.

"Let's go!" She said, increasing her pace but not more than a jog since she was afraid to drop the child on her back.

Fred obviously reached faster, grinning proudly with his arm on his brother's shoulder.

"Hi!" She said, once she had joined the group.

"Hey! Up to mischief, are we?" Angelina said, kissing her son's cheek.

"Mummy, we lost the race!" Freddy pouted towards his parents.

"Your uncle's a cheater, don't worry." George said, slapping his twin's back.

"What? " Fred whined, and Angelina rolled her eyes, clearly used to the scene.

"Thank you for looking after him today." She smiled, carefully lifting her son off Ivy's back.

"It was quite fun, honestly. Hope your appointment went well." Ivy said.

"All's well." George replied, patting his wife's growing bump and taking Freddy into his arms.

"Am I having a niece or a nephew this time?" Fred asked the couple.

"For that, you'll have to wait. We're having a gender reveal party sometime soon." George said happily.

"That's new!" Fred grinned. "Just make sure it's not around Wood and Spinnet's wedding, or they'll go mad."

"Oh yeah, we forgot about that. Thanks Fred." Angelina nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, Wood and Spinnet? You mean Oliver Wood?" Ivy asked before she could control herself.

"Puddlemore United's Keeper, yes." Fred said.

"We went to school with him. He was our Quidditch Captain, before Angie." George added. "We're both his groomsmen, with Harry, and Angie is one of the bridesmaids."

"Wow, that's so cool!" Ivy beamed.

"I'll try to get you an invite, you know. There would be tons if Quidditch players, good for your career." Fred said with a smile.

"Have you found a date for the wedding, dearest brother-in-law?" Angelina asked, clearly thinking of something.

"Nope. I'll show up single, as usual." Fred shrugged.

"Well I've found you a date." She said, throwing an arm around Ivy's shoulder.

"No, no please! You don't have to do that for me." She said quickly.

"Of course we have to! It would be a great experience, meeting all those players." George approved, looking at Fred.

"Yeah, I think we could do that." Fred smiled.

"Okay then, that's settled." George said.

"We'll go now. It's almost dinner time." Angelina added.

"But I lost the race Daddy!" Freddy said sadly, burying his face into his father's chest.

"I have a treat for Freddy, if that's okay?" Ivy asked, looking at George and Angelina for approval, earning nods from them.

Taking her bag back from Fred, she unzipped one of the pockets and dug out a large chocolate bar she'd been saving up for herself.

"Here you go baby. Don't eat too much at once!" She said, handing the chocolate bar to the excited child.

"So that's how you won over him, huh? Cheater." Fred teased, and Ivy gave him a pointed look.

"We'll leave you to set him right." Angelina said, hugging Ivy, and George and Freddy followed. They bid their goodbyes to Fred as well, before disapparating with a crack.

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

Title: Light at the End of the Tunnel

Requested: Yes/No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, what do you teach?” Fred asked.

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

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

Next time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

> I’m here, where’re you seated?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once the ice was broken, everything went brilliantly.

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

Fred blinked, “I’m not joking love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me begin from the start.”

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

“Mr. Fred Weasley, is that you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

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El Amor De Mi Vida | F.W.

Title: El Amor De Mi Vida

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Visiting your family over spring break motivates Fred to learn Spanish.

A/N: I don’t really know much Spanish. These are all from Google translator. So I apologize for any inaccuracy.

Having to speak a second language is hard enough in itself, but you deem yourself lucky to be fluent in both your native language and your second one - especially since you go to an English school.

“Morning love.” Fred greeted, pecking a kiss to your cheek before sitting down on the empty space next to you.

“Morning.” You smiled back before returning to your attention to the book you were reading.

“Did you really just go out to the black lake to read?” Fred asked, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

Moments later, you could hear someone calling your name from afar.

Turning around, you could see your best friend running towards you.

“Tienes una carta.” She said, holding the envelope out to you. She was one of the few other students at Hogwarts who also spoke Spanish.

“Gracias.” You smiled at her once you took the letter from her hands.

“What did she say?” Fred asked, giving you a puzzled look.

“She told me that I had a letter.” You answered as you ripped the envelope open.

“From who?”

“My mom, apparently.”

“Is it all in Spanish?” He asked.

You nodded, eyes still trained on the letter, “My mom is not so fluent in English so she usually prefers to speak in Spanish.”

“Can you read it to me?” Your boyfriend asked shyly, “You know if there’s nothing too personal in there and all, wouldn’t want to intrude. It’s just you sound so adorable when you speak Spanish.”

You smiled, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks, “Sure.”

Clearing your throat, you started reading.

Mi hermosa hija,

(My beautiful daughter,)

¿cómo estás? Espero que la estés pasando muy bien en la escuela con tus amigos.

(how are you? I hope you are having a great time at school with your friends.)

Tu prima, Michelle, nos está invitando a su fiesta de cumpleaños número 16. Y se supone que se llevará a cabo justo en medio de tus vacaciones de primavera.

(Your cousin, Michelle, is inviting us to her 16th birthday party. And it's supposed to take place right in the middle of your spring break.)

Pero entendería si no quisieras venir. Sé que el resto de la familia puede ser un problema a veces.

(But I'd understand if you didn't want to come. I know that the rest of the family can be a handful sometimes.)

Bueno, si decides ir. Sería increíble si trajeras a ese maravilloso novio tuyo. Para que finalmente todos podamos conocerlo en persona.

(Well, if you decide to go. It would be awesome if you brought that wonderful boyfriend of yours. So that finally we can all meet him in person.)

¡Ten cuidado cariño! ¡No te estreses demasiado con tus clases!

(Take care honey! Don't stress too much with your classes!)

Mucho amor, mamá

(Much love, Mom).

“Translation?” Fred asked once you were finished.

“My cousin invited us to her birthday party which would be happening right on our spring break. And if I go, they also want you to come so that you can meet my family.” You said.

Fred paused for a moment, “Well, are you going?”

You shrugged, “Do you want to come along?”

“Yeah, I would love to meet your family.” He smiled, “Especially since you already met mine.

“I’ll tell them I’ll go then.”

—

Later that day, a knock came on your dormitory door.

“Come in!” You said without looking up from your homework, thinking that it was just one of your dorm mates.

And it was safe to say that you were surprised when your bed suddenly dipped at the weight of someone.

Upon looking up, you weren’t surprised when you were met with the familiar grin of your boyfriend.

“And what can I help you with?” You asked with a smile.

“Can I ask you a favor?” He grinned shyly.

Raising a brow at him, you answered, “Depends on how crazy the favor is.”

Fred jokingly rolling his eyes at you before flashing back to his shy demeanor, “Fine. But promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“I won’t.” You promised.

He looked cautiously at you before saying, “I want you to teach me Spanish.”

You tried to hide the surprise on your face as you blinked, not knowing what to say.

Fred groaned, hiding his face in his hands, “I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“It’s not!” You insisted, prying his hands away from his face, “It’s actually adorable.”

“Really?” He asked, peeking through his fingers.

“Really.” You smiled at him, “I’d be honored to teach you.”

“What do you want to learn?” You asked.

“Maybe some basics?” He said, “Just so I don’t look like a complete fool in front of your family.”

You giggled, closing your textbook and putting it away, “So, hello is hola.”

“Hola.” Fred repeated, completely focused on your every word.

“And when you introduce yourself, you say, mi nombre es Fred Weasley.”

Fred repeated the phrase, though you had to do a little brush up on his pronunciation later.

That’s how you basically spent the rest of the afternoon, teaching Fred how to speak the language you grew up with.

—

“Are you sure you’re fine with this?” You asked as the two of you arrived at your house.

Although your family was originally from Columbia, your mother had came to England when she was 20 and that’s where she met your father.

And the rest was history.

“Of course I am.” Fred grinned as he placed a kiss on your cheek to try and reassure you.

“Mi hija!” Your mom said as she caught sight of you with a smile, bringing you in for a hug.

“Mama.” You grinned, kissing her cheek, “I missed you so much.”

Once she let you go, turning to Fred and cupping his face in her hands, “Debes ser su novio, ella escogió bien - eres tan guapo.”

You were about to go and translate for your boyfriend when he smiled and responded, “Gracias. Tengo mucha suerte de tener a tu hija.”

You were surprised, to say the least, you recalled teaching Fred the basic stuff but you were happy that he was getting along with your mother just fine.

“Vamos, Michelle está emocionada de verte.” Your mother said.

You nodded, “Bueno.” before you and your boyfriend followed her inside.

—

Throughout the whole party, various members of your family talked to Fred and it didn’t seem like he had any trouble communicating with them - except for a few harder words you had to translate for him.

Once everyone else was busy, you pulled him aside.

“I’m happy with your little surprise. But do tell me how did you manage to talk almost so fluently in Spanish?” You asked.

Fred smiled, “Turns out the Hogwarts library had an English to Spanish dictionary and let’s just say that I studied it more than I ever studied in my life. Also I kinda had a little help from both Hermione and Harry.”

Your heart melted at the lengths he took just to be able to learn your language, your heritage and maybe make his connection with you stronger.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, “Eres el amor de mi vida.”

“Translation please?” He said.

You smiled, “You’re the love of my life.”

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hii ! i came on to the app (for loke the 8th time today, shocker) and i saw this and got so excited.. first of all, CONGRATULATIONS LOVELY for 1.3k, you deserve this milestone and so much more, in fact i was reading quite a few fics of yours earlier, still just as in love with them x anyway i kinda wanted to request a (🎉 serendipity) with fred weasley to perhaps the song 'the girl who cried wolf' - 5 seconds of summer, but its fluffy.. as it is 8pm on the 30th of august currently, i have exactly an hour and 17 minutes before i hit a year of being clean of sh and this song really helped and freddie did too, both mean so much to me and so, that's all i wanted to ask.. congratulations again <3 (i hope that wasnt too much writing :)) )

Thank you so much for requesting this lovely! Congratulations on the 1 year! I hoped this was up to your expectations. 💖

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf | F.W.

TW: Sort of mental health condition, not specified.

A/N: This is based on the song: "The Girl Who Cried Wolf" by 5SOS

It’s been a year. It’s been a year since you started fighting off the demons inside of you. During your darkest days you thought that Fred would leave, that you would have to start over again.

Whenever you voiced these thoughts out to your boyfriend, he would hold you and comfort you while joking that you are the girl who cried wolf.

He vowed to always stay by your side, no matter what happened. He vowed to never leave you, even if it seemed that you weren’t there at all.

You deemed yourself lucky to have Fred by your side in getting you through this tough time. He became your paradise, your source of a great escape. He always managed to bring you back every time and without complaint.

–

“Congratulations princess.” Fred greeted with a kiss on your cheek, freshly home from working at the shop.

You contentedly sighed, leaning back in your chair, “It’s been a rough year, but we made it through.”

“You darling.” Fred corrected, sitting down next to you, “It’s all you darling. I’m so proud of you.”

Giving him a smile, you said, “I wouldn’t have done it without you though.”

“You were the endless lost paradise inside of a tragedy.” You continued, “In the castle facade of make believe you were the one with truth spelt out in your eyes, reaching out to me.”

“If you weren’t by my side, if you didn’t stay - I didn’t know what would’ve happened or where would I would’ve ended. If I would’ve been able to run towards the great escape or I would’ve called it quits and started over again.” You admitted, “So thank you. For always being there, no matter how tough it was and even if everyone else would’ve given up on me.”

Fred smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “No need to thank me love, it’s the least I could do for my girl.”

“Besides, I was right - you are the girl who cried wolf.” He joked, making you laugh as you playfully swatted his arm.

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I have a head cannon that Fred is a good baker, he loves to bake to calm himself down. So one time when the reader walks in to see him bake a fancy cake, they just watch mesmerised at how much dedication he puts into the cake 🍰

And well obviously they run up to fred and hug him cus he is huggable 💖💖

Thanks for sending this in Ecaterina! 💖

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Discovering that Fred Bakes

Let’s all get one thing straight: whenever Fred loves doing something, he gets super focused on it

And in the 5 years that you’ve been dating Fred - you never thought that he knew how to bake

Much less love to do it

Turns out baking is his stress reliever

You had just came home from work when you seemed to be calling Fred’s name to empty space

But entering the kitchen, you could see him immersed in baking a cake

Leaning against the doorframe, you can’t help but admire how he was so dedicated - using all of his energy to make sure that the cake turned out as perfect as possible

Just like how he does with the joke shop and you

After a while of watching him, you snuck up behind and hugged him from behind

“Hi love, didn’t hear you come in.” Fred greeted, turning around in your arms as he gave you his award winning smile and the streak of flour on his cheek

#gabriella’s headcannon night #fredweasley #fredweasleyfanfic #fred weasley fluff #fredweasleyimagines #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fredweasleyoneshots #fred weasley x you #gabriella’s friends #Ecaterina💖

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Gabriella’s 1.3k Rom-Com Movie Night!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! So much for the 1.3k followers. When I started this blog around a year ago, I never thought I would make it this far. Thank you so much for the unwavering love and support for my work!

To celebrate, we’re having a little rom-com night which will last from August 30 to September 11, be sure to check my requesting guidelines before hand and feel free to send in as much as you want!

☕️ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 - send me a character and an au and I’ll write a small blurb.

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Canoe Lake | F.W.

Title: Canoe Lake (Percy Jackson!AU)

Requested: Yes/No

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

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

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

Or maybe Aphrodite was just bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why did you-”

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seriously, it’s fine.” You insisted.

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

A small knock came on the door of the cabin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is the masterlist for the “𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮” 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (50 Cute Date Ideas)

prompts were taken from this post

Taglist: if you want to be added to the tag list to this collection, just send me an ask.

taking a rain walk (fred weasley) [fic title]

going to a library and showing each other their favourite books (remus lupin) [fic title]

visiting a waterpark together (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

taking a walk through a park or a forest and admiring the colors (fred weasley) [fic title]

going to the zoo and pointing out the coolest animals (remus lupin) [fic title]

playing disk golf together (remus lupin) [fic title]

doing a scavenger hunt for cute little trinkets (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

visiting a museum about something you know nothing about (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

going to a bookshop and selecting books for each other (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

having a picknick with lots of seasonal food (fred weasley) [fic title]

visiting a brewery and doing a tasting (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

going to a café with an amazing tea selection (remus lupin) [fic title]

watching movies together while it storms outside (fred weasley) [fic title]

visiting a park and playing basketball or football together (remus lupin) [fic title]

going on a bicycle tour and finding new places (remus lupin) [fic title]

making pottery together and carving in their initials as a memento for the cute date (elijah mikaelson)[fic title]

playing board games in a small café (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

going thrift shopping together or checking out a flea market (fred weasley) [fic title]

getting trash bags and cleaning up a public place together (fred weasley)[fic title]

going on a night hike and enjoying the dark and silent world with just each other as company (remus lupin) [fic title]

singing karaoke together (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

going inline skating and trying not to fall too often (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

swimming in a lake together (fred weasley) [fic title]

visiting some old castles/churches/etc. they’ve always wanted to check out (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

going to a fair and playing games and going on the Ferris wheel (remus lupin)[fic title]

picking apples together (fred weasley) [fic title]

taking a painting class and gifting each other the painting they made(remus lupin) [fic title]

going to a concert of their favourite band (fred weasley)[fic title]

playing paintball as a team or against each other (fred weasley) [fic title]

going to the movies and buying their favourite treats (fred weasley) [fic title]

watching the sunrise or sunset together(elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

cooking for each other and judging each other’s food like they’re on Top Chef (remus lupin)[fic title]

going on hayrides (fred weasley)[fic title]

visiting an escape room and trying to solve the puzzles (elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

going camping nearby and enjoying the time without distractions(remus lupin) [fic title]

visiting an amusement park and going on all the fun rides (fred weasley) [fic title]

going to a restaurant they’ve never been to and trying new food together (remus lupin) [fic title]

trying to learn a new skill together (fred weasley) [fic title]

doing a movie marathon with childhood favourites (fred weasley) [fic title]

checking out all the wonderful plants in the botanical garden (remus lupin) [fic title]

visiting an old cemetery and making up stories for the different graves (elijah mikaelson)[fic title]

going to a trampoline park together (fred weasley) [fic title]

watching a drag show together(fred weasley) [fic title]

renting a paddleboat and seeing how far they can go (fred weasley)[fic title]

checking out lost places together (remus lupin) [fic title]

doing a photo shoot at a cool location (remus lupin) [fic title]

taking dance lessons together (fred weasley) [fic title]

going on a guided city tour even if both grew up there (elijah mikaelson)[fic title]

doing a pub crawl and trying different drinks(elijah mikaelson) [fic title]

volunteering together for something that’s important to both of them (remus lupin)[fic title]

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So Much for Secrecy | F.W.

Title: So Much for Secrecy

Requested: Yes/No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go! Your family is waiting.”

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

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

“So?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll take that then.” She teased.

–

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

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

Hey love,

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

Okay, maybe I do.

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

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

Lots of love from your dearest boyfriend,

Freddie

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

The vague letters continued on for the next week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before your boyfriend could protest, you shut the door.

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does she mean?” your boyfriend asked.

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

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

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

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