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expelliarweasley · 23 hours ago
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in disguise. | george weasley
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pairing: george weasley x gn!reader warnings: portrayals of depression/anxiety prompt: "you made the bed," "like i promised to,"
a/n: hello! this will be a bit longer (i think?). i pulled this one out of my heart and mind [and soul] for us, for us to be reminded that our comfort characters are always here for us whenever we need them. :)
summary: y/n never made the bed. if ever they did, it was when the sun seemed brighter and the chirps of the birds were brighter than usual. that was, until, they met george weasley.
There were days tougher than the usual. Y/N had found themselves, yet again, not bothering to make their bed as they wake up to the cold breeze of their dormitory, mentally reminding themselves to always wear their jumper the night before in case retrieving a duvet at the bunk below their bed seemed like an extra chore.
Y/N mentally ticked off the to-do list in their head as they cascaded down the stairs towards the Great Hall. I need breakfast, I need breakfast. Those words were all what repeated inside Y/N's head as they served themselves a heaping amount of fruits on their plate, much more than usual. On a normal day, Y/N would be serving more of the pancakes or the waffles, savouring in the sweetness of milk and whatever magical flour they swear to buy as soon as they leave Hogwarts, to compensate for the little servings of strawberries and blueberries to keep up with the much needed vitamins and antioxidants that Y/N knows are essential in the long run.
"Eating a lot healthier today, my love," George smiled, taking his seat in front of the person whom George had grown a fondness in. "Good morning, George," Y/N muttered, not bothering to look up to the delight that awaits them whenever they meet the warm aura of George's whole being.
George knew – he felt it much more greatly today than any other day. "Don't you want pancakes?" he asked softly, left hand hesitantly reaching for Y/N's right hand that were lazily placed on the table beside the unattended silverware.
Y/N shook their head, forcing a weak smile at George, whom returned a smile to them with such concern and passion. Y/N felt bad, knowing George knew. He always does, he never faltered in feeling and knowing.
That is why Y/N had been pushing him away before.
To say that George was persistent is a lie. However, he was determined in making Y/N feel that they were loved in every way possible. This was one of those moments.
Sometimes, Y/N found it funny and astonishing how the prankster facade of the boy seemed to fade right in front of them the moment George singles them out in a crowd of thousands.
"Y/N?"
Y/N hummed in acknowledgement, meeting George's eyes beside them as they looked up at the sunset at the Quidditch pitch.
"I love you," George said, closing his eyes and laying his body on the ground. Y/N visibly panicked, they were at a loss of words. They didn't know how to respond to that, especially when they felt they were the least lovable.
"You really have to say that now?" Y/N laughed, running a hand through their hair, a habit of theirs that had indirectly told George that they were nervous.
"You don't really have to say it back, Y/N." George said, propping on his elbows, lifting his torso from the ground to reach for Y/N's hand that was now fiddling with the long strands of their hair. Y/N sighed, facing George behind them, eyes trailing down to George's hands that replaced what had been their hair and held their own hand with such delicacy and caution.
George was staring deeply at Y/N's eyes. No, he didn't want Y/N to say it back. Not when George knew that Y/N still had a lot of choices to consider; not when Y/N felt pressured in doing so. George didn't even ask for Y/N to love him back – he just wanted them to know that somebody thanks Merlin and every deity, named or unnamed they may be, whenever they look at them; that someone being George.
"I just wanted you to know, that's all," he smiled, bringing their hand close to his face, "This' okay?" he raised an eyebrow at them, smiling to himself as a faint blush crept to their cheeks as they nodded shyly in approval. George decided not to push on their boundaries that, however, even at Y/N's approval; he ghosted such a light kiss on each of the knuckles on their right hand, whispering to himself how much he loved them.
Y/N is in love with George. As much as they didn't want to say or acknowledge that at the very least. Sooner enough, the redhead had consumed their thoughts, then George became such a necessity that the mere presence of him which Y/N wouldn't have mistaken for anyone else, had given them such comfort and a feeling of such rightness no one had ever given them.
"Georgie," Y/N whispered, sighing afterwards as they applied treatment on George's busted lip. "He deserves it, you know," George defended, eyes never leaving the focused face of the love of his life right in front of him.
"But you'll never get to play anymore," Y/N responded, then meeting George's intense gaze. "You love Quidditch." they pointed out.
The lad responded with a shrug. "Quidditch can wait. My mum only has a lifetime for her."
Y/N smiled slightly, feeling unreasonable. Of course. George loved Molly more than anything. They found George's retaliation in the act of punching the life of Draco reasonable. They would, too, do the same, had they have a mother like that of Molly.
"You are beautiful," George murmured, brushing strands away from the face of Y/N, tucking it behind their ear. Y/N was about to respond when George cut them off, "Scratch that. Not beautiful, ethereal."
Y/N could pretty much say the same thing to George. Ethereal, an angel at that. That sounds right. George is an angel, one that Y/N would always think to themselves how they had gotten so lucky for George.
Hence, after what seemed like forever of them denying their feelings towards the younger twin, they had never felt so ready in their life in taking the fall.
Y/N is in love with George.
That is why, when George said "I love you," again with a kiss to their hand before turning on their heel to go to his dormitory, Y/N said it back. Finally, Y/N thought. Though their hands were shaking and heart was pounding profusely in their chest, their proclamation sounded so loud - sounded so sure.
The redhead met their eyes, holding such intensity as it withheld the tears that threatened to spill the moment he heard such voice say something so surreal.
"I – I'm sorry, did I hear you right?"
Y/N nodded, eyes widening as soon as George engulfed them in such a hug that felt like home, that served as answers to such pining and needing.
As soon as they pulled away, they were met with George who felt as though he had been given the best news of his life, a gift on Christmas morning, a miracle amidst the greyest days.
George never faltered in giving them purpose to their life. On days such as these, George was always there to give them coffee or tea when warmth was absent in such a cold day.
But the lad knew that today was colder than no hot beverage could ever overcome. Therefore as class ended and when he knew that the warmth of the bed was something Y/N needed to engulf them through another an accomplished day of survival, George made the bed.
The duvet was replaced, thicker than usual to combat the chilly weather. Pillow cases were replaced with matching ones, fluffed in a memorised figure just like how Y/N liked it. Old bedsheets were discarded, and the melted candle at the bedside was then replaced.
"Georgie?"
George was in the middle of placing the pile of parchment at the drawer of Y/N's bedside counter when he heard the masked brokenness in Y/N's voice. He turned around, arms opening, ready for the embrace that Y/N had been wanting to feel the whole day, unbeknownst to them.
"I'm here," George whispered, kissing the top of their head. He, then, soon felt his shirt dampen but he couldn't care less. All that mattered was how he could provide haven to the love between his arms.
He kept quiet, brushing his hands on their head, while taking in the sobs of Y/N that pierced his heart as broken-sounded as it got. They stood in the middle of Y/N's dormitory, not minding how awkward it seemed for others.
"You got off class early," Y/N said as soon as their cries lessened, hiccups then replacing the now-absent sobs.
"Yeah," George smiled, pulling Y/N towards their bed. "Flitwick was impressed with my skills. You know, as others may say, I'm quite the charmer," he winked at Y/N, earning a laugh from them which made George sigh in content.
Y/N sighed, leaning their head on George's shoulder as his hands reached for theirs, intertwining them and kissing the back of their hand afterwards. "How have you been?"
"Not much," Y/N closed their eyes, relinquishing to the comfort.
"Understandable, love." he hummed.
"Can we lay down?" Y/N timidly asked, to which George responded by fist laying on the bed first, making himself comfortable for Y/N to lean on.
An angel. Y/N then reminded themselves. Y/N was then falling in love over again, as if they met George for the first time.
They laid down in such a way that they leaned on George with such proximity to feel him amidst their slumber.
"You've done great today." George stated out of nowhere. Y/N met his eyes, "Today, you've done great today."
Y/N smiled, closing their eyes, knowing well what George meant when he said that. Remembering how George would remind them that 'the smallest achievements are worth being proud of.'
"You made the bed," Y/N pointed out as they felt themselves drifting off to sleep.
"Like I promised to," he rubbed his cheek on Y/N's head to further prove his point. "Like I always would."
George then heard silence, moving his head slightly to check on his lover. He gently laid down their head on the pillow beneath them, lips then grazing their eyes and lips ever softly.
He took his time in taking in the serenity that basked over Y/N's being.
"George?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you, I love you,"
"I love you, too, Y/N."
"Until the end of time?"
"In different lifetimes, in all versions of reality."
Y/N smiled to themselves. Content, in love, and whole. Nothing good lasts forever, that, Y/N was sure. But George made the nights slower. During the years of searching the answers to all their questions, Y/N found the answer in George's eyes; Y/N found home between his arms.
An angel in disguise.
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parchmentedpetrichor · 2 days ago
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➳braids & nail polish ♡
in which ginny and molly weasley bump into ginny's best friend with the prettiest french braids and her sister, who braided them. a year after the war. fred lives. through the eyes of the youngest weasley, both fred and y/n l/n's old childhood crushes on each other resurface.
fred weasley x fem!reader
reader is not a gryffindor. sorry to my gryffindor kin out there:)
word count: ±4.2k
tw: braiding hair, nail polish, nothing too out there, little bits of swearing, teasing, so much flusteredness and sarcasm
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ft. molly weasley's matchmaking skills
i do my hair toss
check my nails
baby how you feelin'?
feeling good as hell
braids & nail polish
"hello, you have pretty hair today!" grace, one of my best friends, also 17, states bluntly, "look at mine!" she changes her hair colour. we giggle together and she catches the attention of mum.
mum and i are shopping in the muggle mall, they call it. it has lots of things i never thought existed, like stores filled with clothes. we didn't used to be able to afford it, but ever since the twin's business went crazy and mum and dad invested in it, we've got so much more money to go around.
the twins sent mum and i shopping here, and george suggested with advice from angelina that we get some things to treat ourselves with.
"grace, have you seen the basket? i think i lost it!" a voice pops out around grace l/n and i see the familiar face of the head girl from a few years ago, "oh, hey! ginny weasley, mrs weasley, fancy seeing you two here!"
mum is smiling. "i told you to call me molly, y/n."
y/n l/n. she's still extremely famous for getting the top marks in all of defence against the dark arts history.
"what are you guys doing here? other than shopping, i mean," y/n laughs.
she was always like a big sister to all the girls in hogwarts. she gave out the best advice. i can back that. she gave me advice on how to deal with boys ('it's normal to like different boys, but never ever forget yourself ginny. what do you want to do?'). i've never forgotten it. it helped me through the stuff with harry and dean and michael.
"well the twins told us to get out of the house. not in that way, but- oh gosh! your hair, it's so marvellously braided, i never noticed it!" mum cries.
indeed grace's hair is pretty. it's done up in two french braids, with a braid somehow embedded into the braid that's done into her colour-changing locks. it's hard to explain, i dunno.
"people do seem to notice the colour of your hair more than the style," y/n smiles.
"who did it?" mum asks.
"i did, actually," y/n laughs, "but her hair pulled it off."
"nonsense, that's a marvellous piece of wand work!"
y/n smiles, "not wand work, molly, these chubby things," she does jazz hands, "did that."
mum gasps, "wow!"
"it's barely an achievement."
"it isn't actually, she hurts me when she pulls my hair too hard," gracie pipes up.
y/n glares at grace, "we will not fight in public, graceful," we all laugh at the nickname, "but if you do it cautiously, it won't hurt. i've seen some of the jumpers you've knitten! they're brilliant! your hands must be so deft."
mum loves y/n. i can tell. y/n's polite and nice. she's also pretty. mum's eyes glisten with merriment.
"you must teach me!"
"of course! but i must warn you, i am terrible at teaching."
i frowned, "that isn't true! harry told me you were awesome at tutoring him!"
she smiles, "harry potter, harry potter. he was a good student, what can i say? and i was taught in dada by the finest teachers."
"well darling y/n, you must come with us back to the burrow, if your parents are okay with it."
"our parents are in a cruise in malta, i'm sure they won't mind," grace chuckles and y/n laughs.
"yup, that's right. anniversary."
i notice the colours on grace's hand.
"what's that?" i point at the shiny blue colouring over her nails.
"nail polish. it paints your nails," grace explains.
"do you think you could bring some nail polish?" i ask her.
"of course! look, y/n and your mother are talking! let's go pick out some colours! my treat!"
she grabs my hand and we reach shelves with all sorts of colours.
"hot pink, right?" she asks me and i nod.
"well you can choose any!"
i end up choosing a few bottles and some little stickers, as she dumps them into the now found shopping basket that y/n is carrying.
"-and there's the twins. i dare say george is taken, but you were in fred's year, he's a good one. well i must say that, he is my boy, but he's got the weasley charm, you have to meet him!"
y/n looks at mum with an amused smile. "i would be glad to, molly. in fact, i'm pretty sure i've met him before."
"she's tryna set one of my brothers up with her. yuck!" i whisper to grace.
"yuck!" grace fake gags.
we both giggle. "why do you think it's yuck?" she asks.
"because my brothers are disgusting."
she giggles again. "i think it's yuck because she told me that fred once pranked her by putting glue in her shoes! she said that he wasn't very smart."
we both giggle again.
"do you think he liked her?" i ask her.
"she says that no boys have liked her before!"
"i think that's a lie!"
"no i don't, she's weird!"
we giggle again.
"grace, are you gonna go with ginny back to the burrow and i can go get the stuff for later and head to the burrow or do you wanna come with me?" y/n asks, "maybe isn't an answer by the way."
"what do you think?"
"bye!" y/n picks up her basket to pay and grace links arms with me.
mum says goodbye to y/n who hugs her first. that's always something that molly weasley absolutely loves.
mum finishes up buying things and we apparate with her to the burrow, where she sends a patronus to george, telling him, 'get your twin in my house now! it's urgent. oh and tell him we have guests. also tell him to bring an impressive attitude! do take a break, my dear, you and fred are working far too hard. send my love to angelina.'
a patronus comes back promptly, in true george form, 'told him that you're mad at him. his fangirls always told me they liked when he was all worried, thought it was cute. and he'll change into clothes that make him look more vulnerable too to trigger your empathy. will take a break. will send love to angie. love you too.'
"ahh george takes after me, always knows what's going on," mum says and i roll my eyes.
grace giggles.
"when's y/n coming?" i ask her.
"i dunno, she's pretty quick. she'll probably change her clothes, call mum and dad and chat with them and then gather all the stuff."
"wanna play quidditch?"
"yup. bags keeper."
"bags chaser."
"race ya!"
she hops on the spare broom and rides into the distance.
i follow her as we play for a little bit. it's already getting dark outside when i hear the light laugh of y/n. she's sitting on her broomstick, legs swinging as she uses the broomstick like a pro.
"dinna!" she laughs.
just like grace said, she's changed her clothes. they're more comfy looking. a neon green sweater is clad to black sweatpants.
"i brought pjs too because molly said we could stay for the night, graceless!"
i shook my head, mounting my broom as i whisper to grace 'mum's up to something'. she shrugs, 'i dunno your mum that well but yeah probably'.
we sit for dinner. it's delicious as always and a fluffy conversation over potions ingredients starts as mum asks y/n about her opinion on gillyweed and its properties.
"they said you were excellent at potions, y/n," mum praises and y/n laughs.
"nah, i really wasn't."
"yeah you were, you're more of a nerd," grace says.
we all laugh. "that is not true! i simply enjoy the art that is education," y/n has a gentle smile on her face.
"then you would not enjoy the company of fred," mum teases her.
"oh no, no, no, that's not at all what i meant! i'm sure i would love his company. and i'm sure he's very very well-educated."
mum laughs heartily, "i'm just joking with you, darling."
"oh thank goodness, i'm sure i'll be very, er, fond of him."
she's hiding some secret.
but her head immediately turns to the direction of the door. she probably heard the pop of apparition, whilst the rest of our eyes look at the ding! the clock which tells mum and dad where each of us are. fred's home, it says.
mum winks at me and i nod, going to open the door for him, knowing he's probably lost the key mum gave him.
fred's in his stupid red sweater with stupid grey trackpants, his hair messy and he looks freshly showered. instead of his natural grin, a worried and scared look is on his face.
i quickly hug him and he whispers in my ear, "what shit have i done now, ey, ginevra?"
"i dunno, and it's ginny to you."
"fuck, what the shit have i done?" he anxiously taps his foot and i stomp on it.
"ow, fuck! ginny!"
"it's annoying. be polite."
"okay."
he sighs, heading in.
"hello mum!" he says, pecking her cheek cautiously.
"freddie! meet y/n!" his shoulders relax in relief as he turns his attention onto y/n, who's smiling politely.
his cheeks turn red, "hey," he says. grace and i share glances. mum looks amused. she knows he's always got flirting in him.
"hi! fred weasley, right? gryffindor?" she asks.
"yep. you're y/n, pretty head girl?"
and he's back. he smirks bravely but y/n doesn't react.
"now, fred, now's not the time," mum ushers him to some food.
"i've already eaten-"
"nonsense, you're very skinn- hang on, fred, what's all this muscle?"
fred goodnaturely rolls his eyes, "muscle, dear mother, is a-"
"yes but where did it come from?"
"eating your food, i suppose," he winks at y/n who smiles back. his face could not get more redder.
mum beams happily.
"now, mum, why are you looking so thin? you tell me and george we work far too much, but what about you?" he suddenly looks concerned.
i see y/n's eyes soften, as she looks down at her plate, which is empty.
she quickly gathers grace and i's plates and washes them, hanging them on the rack.
"y/n, you are staying for the night, aren't you?"
"if it's okay with you."
"right and i do believe that ginny's room is far too small for the three of you-"
lies.
"mum-"
she gives me a look.
i sigh.
"right, so fred's staying over tonight."
"i am?" he asks.
"you are."
"i thought i was going back to my apartmen-"
he's silenced by a look.
"you can stay with him in his room, which is right next to george's, if it's fine with you!" she suggests.
y/n thinks for a moment, "there are no other rooms available?" she asks carefully.
"nope, they're all rather dirty."
lies. mum's a neat freak.
"he's okay with it?"
"it's not a big deal for me, sweetheart," he flirts. she ignores him, her cheeks going red all the same.
"that would be okay then. i'm very grateful for you, molly."
"i'm very grateful for having such a nice girl like you around! ginny's told me a lot about you."
y/n smiles.
"now, let's get to what we are really here for!" y/n says enthusiastically.
y/n dumps a hot pink bag down with a thud, winking at me.
"this is all for ginny to keep."
"oh, we couldn't possibly take all this."
"you'll take it," she says rather ominously, "i insist."
she gets out a smaller bag in a light purple and pulls out a brush, beginning to teach my mum how to do it. i watch fred silently as mum braids my hair.
his eyes are on y/n. his lips are in a half-smile as he watches her concentrate.
"ouch!" grace yells out.
"i'm being gentle, disgrace," y/n says, "and you hurt me! how dare you suggest i hurt you?"
i see fred laugh. his humour is rather like hers, i think.
now, y/n is applying polish to my nails, as mum watches, deliberately looking at fred every few seconds.
"this is a base coat, it makes your nails nice to paint on."
one of things i like about y/n is she always explains things so they make more sense. she's also terribly patient.
"and this is a kind of actual coat." a hot pink paint is applied. it's pretty.
"this is a top coat. it seals everything and makes it nice."
a clear coat is topped off.
"hmm," she hums, "what decos do you want?"
"hearts, please. and glitter."
"good choice."
soon my nails look very beautiful. as i'm admiring them, y/n cleans up with a nonverbal spell.
"can we paint your nails?" i put my puppy eyes on.
she laughs, "why?"
"why not?" grace adds.
mum nudges fred. the movement doesn't go unnoticed by y/n as her eyes flicker ever so slightly to them in confusion.
she offers her hands to us.
i try very hard to make them look pretty, but they end up sloppy and messy.
grace's are neat and elegant, like a true slytherin.
i embarrassedly glance up at her as she examines them.
"i love 'em!"
"you'll wear them to work?" i asked her.
"the patients won't mind," she assures me.
"patients?" fred is curious.
"i work at st mungo's," she explains, "the surgical department. they need muggle strategies to combat diseases sometimes. i conduct specifically plastic surgery for burn victims."
if he wasn't impressed already, he is now.
"well i need a treatment for excessive," i groan as he smirks at her, "hotness."
"that can be arranged. what procedure do you want done?" she jokes back.
"hmm, i think i'll get my hair dyed."
"that's not a procedure but i do have blonde hair dye. blonde's a beautiful hair colour. want?" she asks.
"want you? definitely."
she rolls her eyes, "want to be a blondie?"
"nah, don't you think i look cute in ginger hair?"
mum is chuckling to herself, oblivious to the conversation, as she sorts out the hair products y/n's given her.
"grace, do you think freddie here looks cute in ginger hair?"
grace gags, "no."
"that is my answer. nothing talks like blood."
her head turns again to the door as we hear another pop. dad's home. he kisses mum on the cheek and ruffles my hair, before looking deadpan at fred.
"who are you?"
"i'm hannah. hannah montana," he mimics.
we all burst out laughing but i'm sure his eyes are on y/n.
"y/n!"
"mr weasl- arthur! how nice to see you again."
they shake hands and soon conversations about jobs and things are continued as dad wolfs down his soup.
soon, they go to bed, leaving the four of us.
"well, i'm tired," i fake a yawn, directing a meaningful look to grace who follows.
"we're going to bed!" grace takes the pyjamas and we gently shut the door.
i grab two extendable ears and give one to grace, as we listen.
"long time no see, weasley."
"you did give me detention, so yes."
"i gave you detention because i was so tired because you switched ALL the clocks in the dorms to a different timezone. jet lag, but worse."
"i only switched yours."
"should've also taken 50 points."
"biased thing."
"house pride. gryffindor's got plenty of that, doesn't it? now i don't particularly fancy sharing a bed with you, let's work out living arrangements. i will take the floor-"
"nup. you're not taking any hard surface, unless it's my abs."
she laughs, "you can't tell me what to do."
"then i'll take the floor."
"are you sure i can't just sleep in george's room or something? i'd hate to make you sleep on the floor."
"george is a private man."
"he is an enigma. another reason why angie loves him so much."
"oh?"
"oh don't tell him. angie's gonna ask him out tomorrow. she already knows he likes her back. he's pretty obvious for a private man, isn't he?"
"he is."
"she's gonna ask him at the place, the place where they sell the- the! ugh, what's it called? the cups. no, that doesn't sound right. the mug! yes the cafe. it's absolutely gorgeous."
i peek an eye around the door. he's staring at her with heart eyes.
"i guess."
grace whispers into my ear, "she thinks he's dry. the convo will end in 3...2...1..."
sure enough, y/n gets up and cleans up the kitchen.
"i think i'll turn in for the night. you can go back to your apartment if you want, i wouldn't wanna force you to stay. i'll clean your sheets tomorrow for you, so no stranger danger at all. sweetest dreams."
as she approaches the door, i hear her mutter something under her breath.
we quickly dive into my room.
"she hates people who won't continue the conversation. says it sucks the life out of her," grace says.
i agree with y/n. "that's true. but he looks quite smitten."
i watch as she enters my room, towel in hand, pyjamas clutched by her side.
"mind if i take a shower?"
"not at all!" i answer, "do you like my brother?"
she shakes her head, "nah. not in that way."
she pauses, satisfied with her answer, "he is a bit dry, but i've heard from alicia he's supposed to be really upbeat. i can get to know him, i guess."
"he likes you."
she thinks for a second, "nah."
she disappears into the bathroom, reappearing with her towel wrapped around her hair and pyjamas with little elephants on them.
"my mum bought me them, aren't they adorable?"
i nod, "very cute."
she grins, "well, g'night, have a lovely evening, both of you!"
"good night!"
i wait to hear the sound of a door echo through the house, before lightly padding up the stairs to a pair of identical white doors. one is half ajar and the other is closed.
y/n is sitting patiently on the floor of the room of which the door is slightly open, her legs crossed, and her eyes focused on the wall.
suddenly her mouth hangs open and her cheeks turn a bright pink as she covers her eyes with her hands.
"i didn't see anything, i promise!" she squeaks.
grace laughs, "she totes saw him shirtless."
fred's laughs can be heard through the house.
"it's 'kay, lovely. i don't mind. mind if i sleep without a shirt?"
the tips of her ears went a shade darker.
"if-if you feel comfortable that way, i don't see why that should be a problem," she smiles.
"well are you comfortable with it? you seem very flustered as of now. your face is bright red, princess."
he's never been one to be tactful, i think, rolling my eyes.
"uh, it's just very warm in here! some heater your parents have!"
"mhm, and if you'll allow me," fred puts a bare arm around her waist.
he's gotten muscly, i think. yuck.
she's trying to calm down. not in that way my ass.
her ears are still a light pink colour. but she looks composed and cool.
"nervous, y/n?" he asks.
"i think not."
her cheeks are heating up again as he scoops her up and gently places her down on the bed with crimson red sheets and gold embellishments.
"this is hard to watch," grace says, "she's blushing so much."
i laugh silently.
he decides that it isn't good enough. instead he sits on the bed casually and lifts her into his lap.
she looks so flustered that it isn't even exaggerated anymore.
"ah hah!" fred lightly taps her nose, "and that, love, is proof if i ever saw it!"
he grins.
y/n looks confused, "wha?"
"that is proof that you do have feelings for me!" he laughs ever so lazily.
"but-"
"blushing, being flustered, your voice is an octave higher," he lists it out, always the tell-it-as-it-is sort of person.
"okay, fine, you got me."
"have you been trying to hide it from me?"
"yes."
"did you fall for the weasley charm?"
"your dad is quite a nice person, but i wouldn't say that," she smiles cheekily.
"did you fall for the fred weasley charm?" he smiles down at her.
"i-i think i fell for it a long time ago. even when it didn't exist. maybe back in fourth year when i saw you laughing," she admits, studying her hands.
he's madly grinning, looking down at her the same way i'd say ron looks at hermione, just a bit crazier.
there's a silence.
"are the-" y/n pauses, "are the feelings, perhaps, mutual?"
"nope," he jokes sarcastically.
"oh."
it's short, disappointed and defeated.
"well!" y/n says a little too brightly, "i was hoping for a different answer, but i guess this is fine too." she smiles sadly.
"for a highly smart person, sweetheart, you are quite daft."
"i am not! i'm well-educated and proper!" she defends.
grace rolls her eyes, "the only thing in the world that matters to her is being well-educated and proper."
"let's try this again. ask the question again."
"a-are the feelings perhaps mutual?"
"nope," the heavily sarcastic tone is so obvious, "deFinitelY not."
y/n's eyebrows are furrowed, as if trying to decode a hard puzzle. her eyebrows relax in realisation.
"oh."
this time it's forgiving and relaxed.
"finally," i mutter.
"you mean to tell me you've got a girlfriend! i'm really sorry. that's completely my problem."
she tries to move off of his lap but his grip around her waist doesn't loosen.
instead he looks at her more patiently than i've ever seen him look at anyone.
"again, please," he repeats in a pleasant tone.
"are the feelings perhaps mutual?"
"noPe, dEfiNitElY nOt, i cAll yOu all tHesE peTnAmEs bEcAuSe i sO obVioUsLy hAve a gIrlfRieNd," he exaggerates.
a small smile makes way onto y/n's face.
"you're being sarcastic?"
grace is rolling her eyes beside me, "stupid."
"nO i'M nOt, sillY."
"you're being sarcastic."
he laughs, "finally you got it. took about three minutes, is that a world record?"
"wait, so if you said nO in a sarcastic way to the question which was..." she rambles on, "that means... the feelings are mutual?"
"ever since you tripped on the stairs to divination-"
"that was not my best moment."
"-i've loved you. it was adorable."
grace and i both gag.
"it was embarrassing. hang on, you laughed at me! the class did too!" her eyes were narrowed with accusation.
"i laughed because i found it funny and cute. he laughed because i laughed. the whole class laughed because our nature is contagious," he says with a smirk.
"s-so, do you wanna be together?" y/n asks, "or are you not the commitment type of guy?"
"well, nO, i JuSt cOnfEsSeD mY fEeLinGs tO a gIrL i'Ve lOveD sInCe fOreVeR, i dOn'T waNna dAtE yOu."
"..."
his mischief is replaced by an expression of gentle adoration.
"just kidding, of course i wanna be yours. and you'll be mine?"
y/n nods, "and you're not being sarcastic?"
"i'm not," his voice is genuine and quiet.
"okay then. are you, are you my boyfriend now? can i call you that?"
he grins and laughs, "i am in fact your boyfriend, love. and you can call me whatever you want," he plants a kiss on the top of her head, "but preferably you can call me mine," he winks at her.
she buries her face in his chest, "you're cheesy," her voice comes out muffled.
fred laughs, he looks whipped. ew. but good for him.
"awww," i say to grace, who's pretending to be snoring.
"this is gonna be hell when i third wheel you and harry james potter, his scar is so cute!" she mocks me and i blush.
"oh shut it."
after a few minutes of silence, i'm pretty sure y/n's asleep. fred looks at her with so much love in his eyes he might burst from it all.
he fetches a blanket and covers her with it, stroking her hair softly.
suddenly he grins. to no one in particular he says:
"she loves me back."
"GINNY!!! Y/N'S GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE NOW! COME DOWN IMMEDIATELY! WE'RE STILL TRYING TO GET THEM TOGETHER RIGHT?" mum's voice booms and i laugh. it's been three or four months since that fateful day.
"they're already together," grace says, reading a witch weekly magazine casually.
"no they can't be. fred might be my child, but she is far too pretty for him. but nonetheless, the matchmaking must go ON!"
a knock sounds on the door. i open the door, hugging y/n and then my brother.
"y/n!" mum bustles her into a hug and she hugs fred too.
fred draws a sharp breath in.
"this is y/n, mum," he says proudly, "she's my girlfriend."
a shrill shriek rings out as mum screams.
"what? oh since when?"
"the night following the day we bumped into you at the supermarket," y/n says, playing with fred's hands.
"oh all my matchmaking worked!" mum cries out, sobbing tears of joy as she flings herself at y/n.
y/n giggles, "so that's what it was!"
"we brought two people home too," fred winks at me and then at grace.
out steps harry potter and jacob franz. both me and grace go red.
all was well in the burrow.
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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)
Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about
Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)
Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.
The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.
When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.
Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.
Hermione looked back to the group and asked,
“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”
“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.
Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.
Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.
“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“
Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.
“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.
“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.
“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”
The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.
Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.
“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.
He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.
So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.
Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.
Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.
Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.
This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.
The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.
By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.
Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.
His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.
It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.
For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.
Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.
Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,
“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”
As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.
Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.
Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.
Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.
“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.
Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,
“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”
A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.
“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.
Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.
“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“
Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.
Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.
“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.
George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,
“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.
“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”
Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,
“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?
George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to
“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.
George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,
“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“
“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.
Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,
“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“
“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”
George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.
George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.
As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.
Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.
For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.
Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.
Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.
As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.
Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.
Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.
Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking
“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.
“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.
“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.
“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”
Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.
“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”
“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.
Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.
For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.
Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.
Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.
At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.
Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,
“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”
Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.
“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.
George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,
“Should I leave?”
Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,
“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”
Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.
All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.
Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.
It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.
Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.
He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,
“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”
Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.
Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.
George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.
Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.
For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.
“As I was saying, George…”
Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.
Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.
Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.
The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.
Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.
Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.
She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.
“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,
“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.
“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”
“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.
“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.
Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.
“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.
“What?”
Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.
His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.
The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,
“I’m so happy you came, darling.”
Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.
Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.
Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.
“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.
The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.
Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,
“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.
Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,
“I’ve missed your voice, love.”
Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.
Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,
“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.
Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.
Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.
“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”
“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.
“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.
“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.
The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.
“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”
“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”
“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”
A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.
She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,
“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”
Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.
Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.
“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.
Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.
A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.
They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.
The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.
Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.
Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.
This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.
Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,
“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”
Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.
“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,
“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”
Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.
“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,
“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.
“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.
Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.
After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.
“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”
Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.
“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.
Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.
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herondaletessa · a month ago
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favorite Weasley: the oldest, Bill
Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn about how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure.
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spiritualchange · 2 months ago
george weasley, she/her pronouns, and NSFW when you lose your virginity with him, may it have a little fluff? (sorry for my english, it's pretty bad)
Losing Your Virginity with George
warning: 18+ minors dni, smut, loss of virginity, praise kink, innocence kink
a/n: did not proofread
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so when you first told george you were a virgin, it took all of him not to push you down on the bed and go to town
if you became embarrassed, he would have you reassured you it didn’t matter to him and he was happy you trusted him so much
you two didn’t have sex until the next week, the two of you were making out on his bed and you pulled his hand under the hem of your shirt, he was reluctant at first when you told him you were ready, his hand made your way up to your covered breasts
you felt his boner when he started kneading your breast and you moaned into his mouth
george pulled away from your breast, resting both of his hands on your hips, rocking you back and forth on his cock.
“you like that baby?” he whispered in your ear, speeding up when he felt a wet patch on your trousers
“mhmmhmm.” you moaned resting yourself on his chest. he lifted you up a bit so he could flip the both of you over
he asked for consent before removing your skirt and panties before he started eating your pussy
george ended up resting an arm over your hips so you wouldn’t squirm so much, your hands gripping his hair not wanting him to move away
he was able to make you cum twice before the two of you actually had sex and denied the favor when you wanted to suck his cock
he said tonight was all about you
he was big, he saw your doe eyes get bigger when he removed his bottoms, immediately reassuring you if it hurt, he would stop
it did hurt at first, he ended up staying halfway in just for you to just used to the feeling before he bottomed you out
he was slow at first, kissing you all over your face so you could forget about the burning sensation
but when you told him to go faster, he wasted to time
his skin slapping on yours, legs wrapped against his waist, george capturing your moans with his mouth
“such a good girl.” he would constantly say as he pushed himself back in
the praise went both ways which made george want to throw you in every position possible
he continued after you cummed, pulling himself out when he was about to release, cumming all over your stomach
you were on cloud 9, you didn’t notice george leave for the bathroom to get you a towel
“what is good, love?” he asked when the two of you were dressed for bed under the covers
“so good georgie.” you smiled resting your head on his chest
he waited for you to go to sleep before he did, making sure to whisper to you again for giving him the best night of his life
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lovequills · 25 days ago
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genuinely genuine — g.w
george weasley x gender neutral reader.
as if sixth year wasn’t difficult enough, you’ve done the unimaginable; the worst possible thing you could’ve ever done, ever. you’ve gone and fallen in love with your best friend.
genre: fluff, slight angst, best friends to lovers!
inspired by the 5th romance prompt from this post.
— 1.7k words.
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A part of you has always loved George.
You wouldn’t have thought it but the more you dwelled on the subject, the more clearer it became. You supposed it should have been obvious, given the way your heart stuttered every time he looked at you with such misplaced adoration; the way your eyes helplessly flitted down to his lips every time he spoke; the way you longed for his hands to touch you when instead they were touching others.
The realisation felt like a tidal wave nonetheless, despite the underlying knowledge that had always existed. It felt like a thousand weights had been lifted off your shoulders, yet simultaneously flung back on. On the one hand you were incomparably relieved, for the confusion and emotions suddenly made sense and you were able to understand the constant ache in your heart. But it was scary, too. The doubt crept up your spine every time you thought of him and the words you so desperately wanted him to hear. A million possible outcomes swarmed your mind: some left you happy, some disappointed, some numb, some confused, some angry, some heartbroken.
You didn’t want to risk the beautiful friendship you already had for the sake of the selfish feelings you harboured. It wasn’t fair. If he rejected you, it would never be the same again. Every kiss he left on your cheek would mean a thousand different things to you, and only friendship to him. Every time he flung his arms around you in a suffocating hug, your heart would feel like breaking out of your ribcage to soar the high skies above, while he’d simply pull away with a friendly smile.
You couldn’t risk it.
“What are you thinking about?”
You’re pulled out of your quiet reverie by the tired voice that had been occupying your thoughts more than usual this past week. George looks utterly content, hands resting behind his head while his eyes remain closed to shield himself from the blinding dawn sky.
You mull over his question for a second, the unthinkable response flitting across your mind, as if your conscience is silently challenging and mocking you. No. Telling the truth could summon your most terrifying fears, but you knew it could also bring all your wondrous and joyful dreams to life. Yet it was too perilous, too uncertain; you simply couldn’t.
Your blink a few times at the bright white sky only now beginning to be filled with light splashes of blue and pink, before turning to look at George. His unaware state puts you at an advantage and you’re able to gaze at him in silent awe while your mind continues to fight the battle it’s been fighting for years.
“The sky looks pretty,” you fall back against the grass with an inaudible sigh. Another time, perhaps. George’s eyes peel open and he squints.
“Your definition of pretty isn’t good enough,” you treasure the way his gentle, slightly hoarse voice belongs only to your ears at the moment. These dawns spent by the lake are greatly appreciated by the both of you (though you’re sure George’s reasons are much different to yours), and you silently wish dawn would last longer.
“Oh, yeah? And what would be good enough, according to your standards?”
“You.”
Your growing smile falls. There it is. One of those cruel, empty flirtatious lines he enjoys throwing at you despite the fact that they mean nothing, hold no value, and convey no potential feelings. Not for him. Never for him. The first few times you heard them, your heart soared and your smile could’ve blinded thousands. But now, after you realised the sheer idleness of the sweetly-delivered phrases, you don’t appreciate them as much. They leave a sour taste in your mouth; the taste of rejection and helplessness. Sometimes you wonder if George knows of your affections, and if those words he so charmingly offers are just a silently cruel way for him to taunt you.
“What? No appreciation for my killer one-liner?”
You shift subconsciously away from him.
“Over-used.”
There’s a beat of silence, thick with uncertainty. Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you realise the strength of your response.
“You’re a total cliche,” you add on swiftly enough, laughing as genuinely as your tired heart can manage. George is eerily quiet, so you turn your head to check on him, only to find him already staring at you. A small smile is pulling at his lips and you swear you can hear the faint, dreamy trilling of birds close by.
“If being right makes me a cliche, then…” he shrugs, wearing an expression of indifference. You can feel the blood involuntarily rush to your cheeks, causing them to flush (much to your dismay). If only he knew. If only he knew how unbearable such teasing felt, how the meaningless nature of it pained you every time.
“I need to tell you something,” your mouth is moving beyond your control, saying words you don’t comprehend until George is turning on his side to look at you properly. Blinking at him blankly, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts. You curse your tongue.
“Go ahead,” George’s voice comes out barely audible, much to your confusion. He seems breathless, eyes awaiting in something akin to eager anticipation. The words get caught in your throat, tongue unable to move all of a sudden. You’re left to helplessly stare over at George’s face as your lips part and clamp together aimlessly. You study the freckles dotted across his cheeks and nose, face looking like the work of an artist’s with a wild paintbrush. His chest rises and falls slightly faster than normal, his own eyes searching yours in expectation.
“I…” you ponder your words for a second. The confession is on the tip of your tongue, everything you want to say being repeated in your mind over and over again, but you remain weary. You hold your breath and glance to George. Perhaps if he had worn an expression of boredom or ignored you in utter disinterest you would’ve had the strength to shake your head and excuse yourself with a lame joke. But he continues to stare at you with that peculiar attentiveness that causes your heart to skip several beats. His eyes are boring into your own, silently urging you to continue as the ghost of a smile touches his lips briefly.
Should you tell him you love him? That sounded much too dramatic and serious, but saying you liked him would have been the biggest understatement ever heard and simply wouldn’t suffice. Beads of sweat are gathering on your forehead from your persistent doubts and conflicting thoughts. You need to say something.
“I love you,” his eyes widen a fraction and you fear you’ve ruined it all; that your friendship is now forever doomed. You launch into a rushed explanation, hoping somehow it would change his mind and soften the blow waiting for you. “I’ve loved you for a while; I suppose I always have. Every time I see something exciting my first instinct is to tell you about it, even if it’s some stupid new portrait I’ve never seen before. I think about you all the time, even when you’re not there, and I end up missing you at even the most untimely moments—”
You heave a deep breath, meeting his eyes and realise you’ve been babbling on like a fool. George remains unmoving, though you notice how his chest is rising and falling a bit faster than before, and his eyes hold an emotion you can’t quite place. All so painfully uncertain.
“S—Sorry,” you don’t know what else to say. You strongly wish for a time machine. Despite the sheer embarrassment you’re feeling, your eyes flit from the sky to George. His head is propped up by his arm as he lays on his side, attention focused on you. Why hasn’t he spoken? Perhaps he is scared to reject you, or doesn’t know how to. You open your mouth again to say something else; perhaps a lame joke to hopefully ease the tension and your swarming nerves.
“Say that again,” his voice seems distant, like he’s deep in thought. He’s not looking at you now, eyes focused on the grass. Your eyebrows knit together and your hands ball into fists by your sides in frustration. It takes all your might not to yell at him for his cruelty.
“Don’t mock me,” you begin to push yourself up from the grass, ignoring the way George’s eyes widen in confusion. He scrambles behind you, but you’re already rushing away in a blur of anger and sadness. Tears gather in your eyes and you angrily wipe them away with your sleeve, making your way back to the Castle. The morning is awake now, birds singing freely against the sapphire sky.
“Wait,” his hand lands on your forearm, fingers wrapping around your limb gently as he pulls you back. You don’t wish to face him, to see that apologetic face that haunts your dreams.
“What do you want?” you can’t help the way your voice wavers, and you reprimand yourself for it upon seeing the concern in his soft features. He’s fixed you with a gaze so intense it makes your skin tingle, his head tilting slightly.
“I’m not mocking you,” you’re facing him properly now, eyes searching his for any sincerity. Much to your dismay, you’re met with an abundance of it.
“Then why—”
“I just want to hear the person I love say they love me one more time. Is that so wrong?”
It’s as though time freezes and it’s just the two of you in the world in that moment. The undoubtedly awake Castle fades into the background, as do the birds and nature altogether. You stare at him wordlessly in astonishment.
“Did you just say—”
“I love you.”
Your blank expression morphs almost instantly into a grin so wide your cheeks hurt. George’s hands are reaching for yours, his own lips stretched into a bashful smile, but you instead throw your arms over his shoulders in barely contained excitement. His eyes widen in surprise before his arms link around your middle tightly, a content laugh falling past his lips as he stumbles slightly from the force of your hug.
“I love you, too,” you whisper against his neck, unruly tufts of red hair tickling your cheek.
When you pull away, it’s clear that both of your hearts feel like breaking out of your ribcages to soar the high skies above.
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stars love the sky - g.w.
George Weasley x Reader
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Request: Can I request going on a trip with George as friends but they both realize they love each other and it may lead to more ;). And can it be set in the mountains or beach, please? <3
Warnings: slight angst, sexual innuendos? if there’s anything else i’ve missed pls tell me <3
Word count: 2.6k+
a/n: thank you so much for the request! i’m very out of practice with writing but for what it’s worth i’m rather happy with how this turned out. (also i just realized the request asked for it to lead somewhere... i’m so sorry! maybe i’ll do a part two with smut if i feel inspired to.) I hope it’s up to your standards. As always, all feedback and comments are appreciated. please rb if you enjoy it! <333
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You land firmly at the apparition point, right hand clutching your wand, left hand clutching your bag - an array of extension and weightlessness-charms allowing you to pack lightly. Upon landing brightly coloured spots fog your vision, but they soon dissipate and you feel the soft grass beneath your feet, salty breeze through your hair, and hear the faint laughs of your classmates.
Looking around, you spot the rest of the crew, some of their apparition skills sharper than others. Fred and George, having mastered the skill to further improve their pranks, land spot on the coordinates of the apparition point in perfect unison (as always, you think, halfheartedly rolling your eyes) and with wide grins on their faces. Lee is close behind them, and turning around you see Alicia dusting off her trousers, bags beside her. Angelina and the other few people invited are nowhere to be seen; wether that is due to poor apparition or poor timing still unknown. Taking a deep breath, your lungs fill with fresh ocean air, and you look forward to what the next week will bring, and hope with everything in you that it doesn’t take any weird turns. With the Weasley twins around, however - no such thing is ever certain.
“Off we go!” Fred hollers, effectively pulling you out of your trance, followed by George “The cabin in just a few minutes walk away, down towards the sea!”
You had all decided to take a trip to the beach the summer before your eight year; a week of sun, bliss, and sea air before the final year of school tangled you in its web of exams and assignments.
So here you were: on a surprisingly sunny day for the location, ready for a beach holiday on the english coast.
The trip had been in the works for a while, but recently you had been unsure how much of a good idea it was, really: the change of seasons had brought with it a change of heart and your feelings for the younger twin had.. blossomed. Convinced you’d be able to will them away if you stayed far enough from him, you’d been set on keeping your distance from him until unavoidable. That decision left you with no good excuse however - and with their persuasive skills you were soon roped into going. But no, you’d be absolutely fine - you’d have to see him when school started in a few weeks anyways, and really a few weeks wouldn’t do much, would they?
Which brings you here: hoping that the sun and the sea somehow will work a miracle and wash away the building tension, and make your feelings go back to what they had always been. Friends. Just friends. Close friends, best friends even, and that was much too important to risk for some feeble feelings.
Seeing George earlier, smile bright, skin splattered in more freckles than ever, and muscles defined after a long summer of playing quidditch; your heart had skipped several beats and you knew you were screwed. One thing you were sure of was that the feelings had in no way faded; if anything, presence had made your heart grow fonder. You saw only one solution, which was to stay as far away from him as possible. Subtle enough that he wouldn’t notice, but sufficient for you to keep a clear head.
Following the boys down to the shared cabin, you hatched a plan in your head: your would not fall any further for George Weasley.
If only you knew how bad that plan would backfire.
Fred climbs the table outside the cabin once everyone has arrived.
“So,” he claps his hands and speaks in an exaggerated tonne, much like a camp counsellor in charge of a bunch of preschool kids would, “rooms, anyone? they’re all double beds-” whispers sound throughout your friend group “but no getting naughty please; I’d like the cleaning deposit back!” a few groans and some laughter sound from the crowd at the bad joke.
George continues, getting up on the table alongside his brother, and you will you eyes away from him “Now grab a roommate and get settled!”
All around you people grab at each other, some keen on playing match maker - Angelina amongst them. Before you can begin to protest she pulls you towards her, and you’re relieved for a second before you realise what she’s doing - pulling you towards George. Panic coursing through your veins, you try and dig your heels into the sand, but to no avail; being a quidditch player means she has plenty of strength.
“Angelina, no!” You scold her in a whisper trying to catch her attention without drawing the eyes of too many others. She doesn’t listen.
“Angelina, I’m serious! Stop!” She comes to a halt, and rolling her eyes exaggeratedly she turns towards you.
“What?” She says, but she knows exactly what she’s doing, and it causes a streak of annoyance to flare up inside you. Scanning the crowd briefly with your eyes, making sure you don’t see George anywhere, you continue
“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I am not rooming with George!” Your voice comes out louder than intended, and seeing Angelina flinch slightly at your words whilst looking at something behind you, you scrunch your eyes together in a combination of horror and embarrassment. George was behind you. George heard. Rushing to turn around and explain, you don’t get a word out before he’s letting out a forced laugh, holding his hands up in front of himself to stop you from explaining.
“No, I get it. It’d be weird, right?” He smiles gently, but you see the hurt in his eyes “I’ll just... find someone else.” He flashes a quick smile before turning around and weaving through the small crowd. Turning back around, you try to smile at Angelina but it reads as more of a grimace.
“Well. That went well.” You mean to sound confident but it comes out sounding like a question. “Guess it’s you and me then, huh?”
Angelina let’s out a huff. “Guess so.”
You bring your bags into the cabin, unpacking before you meet the others in the living room area for dinner.
and that’s how the days go: late breakfasts, messing around at the beach or going on hikes, letting the sun drench you and cooling off in the admittedly cold water. When the skies are grey, you stay in playing exploding snap and listening to music. George makes himself sparse the first day, and you will yourself not to worry - and everything proves itself to be fine the next day when he perfectly slots into the role of best friend he has played alongside you for so many years. You do your best to ignore the fluttering his laugh stirs inside you and the way his lingering touches cause a heat to wash across your face, and by day three you’ve realised you’re much too deep in for this feeling to ever fade. You’re ready to square up to merlin himself the second the word ‘love’ crosses your mind. So you make even more of and effort to avert your eyes when you feel your looks begin to linger, and when he’s shirtless at the beach you move inside to stop yourself from drooling, but really, everything is fine.
Caught up in your mission to make the inappropriate feelings vanish, you fail to notice his lingering stares, his unusual closeness, and the dejected look that overtakes his face every time you push him away.
It all culminates late on an evening with particularly clear skies, moon reflecting on the water down the beach from where you are all sat around the crackling bonfire, a bottle or two of fire whisky discarded in the sand.
One second George is on the other side of the bonfire, speed-eating s’mores with Lee, and the next he’s next to you, his arm around you shoulder: He’s whispering a joke into your ear, breath hot and warm on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
You face flashes hot, and in an act of self preservation you shuffle further along the bench, creating a minuscule distance between the two of you. Absorbed by the fluttering feelings and eyes focused on the fire cackling in front of you, you miss the hurt that flashes across his face, and the way his laughter dulls. The tension soon melts away and you rejoin the conversation as usual, forgetting about the Incident. George, however, cant forget. Enamoured by you the moment he first laid eyes on you, and positively in love with you by sixth year, he pays attention to everything. He never pushed it, never said anything, because even the thought of losing you is more pain than he can bear. And when you started pulling away, he noticed. The lack of visits to the burrow all summer, the vagueness regarding the trip. He’s been noticing you moving away, drawing back, physically shuffling away from him. The emotional distance you put between the two of you, though: that hurt the most. He had been convinced it was his own brain playing tricks on him, overthinking, self-sabotagining him as his anxious mind tended to do. But this, this was real. He saw, he noticed, he was sure.
Eyes focused on the dancing colours of the bonfire, his mind races with endless possibilities of what he might have done wrong - did he get too close? Look at you too long? Hold you hand a little too tight? oh god, did you know? Was this your way of letting him down gently? In a split second, he feels the world crumble around him. A sharp, hollow pain spreads through his chest at the realisation, and everything is much too loud, too bright, and he needs out, immediately.
Abruptly, he stands up, causing everyone to pause their conversation and look up at him. Fred chuckles, mumbling a “you good mate?”, before resuming his previous conversation.
“‘m fine” George says, though no one takes note, and he flinches as his voice breaks on the last syllable. He steps over the bench and walks, without knowing where he’s going. It doesn’t matter - he just needs to get away, to breathe, and to piece himself together again before he’s in too many pieces to salvage.
You watch his back retreat towards the shoreline with a furrowed brow, worried.
You turn towards the others “Did he seem upset to you?”
Angelina shrugs, and Lee and Alicia too tipsy and busy laughing to respond, and the rest much too involved in a heated debate about quidditch logistics to notice anything has happened. Fred cranes his neck to look for George before looking back to you.
“Dunno mate, he was fine just a minute ago.”
“Maybe he just needs a wank” Angelina chimes in, tipsy and giggly, and much too aware of both of your feelings. She dissolves into a fit of giggles, while an almost mischievous grin spreads over Freds face. “You should go check on him though,” he tilts his head “either way, im sure you’re the only person who’s help he’d want.” he punctuates his statement with a wink before turning back to Angelina.
Much too caught up in the fact that George might be upset, you ignore the innuendo and get up to trail after him.
You walk up behind him, gently making yourself known as not to scare him. “Hey. Are you okay?”
Your tone is gentle, caring, but to George it only sounds condescending.
He turns around, vulnerable, eyes wide and pleading.
“What did I do?”
“What?”
He scoffs at your incredulous tone.
“I said,” he steps closer to you, “What did I do? You’re pulling away from me. You’re slipping through my fingers and I cant stand it.” His gestures are underlined by wide gestures with his hands and the million emotions pouring across his face. “I hate it! And I’m going crazy trying to figure out what I’ve done but my mind comes up blank every time and I- please, y/n. Please just tell me. And whatever it is i’ll try to fix it. Please.”
Hes pleading with you and looks more miserable than you’ve ever seen him and it breaks your heart.
“You… haven’t done anything.”
“What?”
“There’s nothing you’ve done, George, please-“ you bring your fingers up to massage your temples, trying to figure out how to navigate this situation without spilling your heart across the coarse sand.
“Then why are you pulling away?” He’s aggravated, bordering on angry now, using it as a defence mechanism to keep his voice from breaking.
“Im not, I-“
“Dont bullshit me, y/n!”
“Im not!” You raise your voice to meet his, “You’re the one who-“
“Oh, Brilliant! So this is my fault now?”
“No! God why are we even fighting?” Your breathing is heavy, and your resolve is crumbling.
“I don’t know! You tell me! You’re the one who keeps passing me by. You’re not very slick, you know? Not sending an owl all summer, loathing the thought of having to share a room with me, heading into the cabin as soon as I come out to have a swim, moving away from me by the fire? I notice.” His voice is lower, calmer, but the tension thick in the air, clouding you, suffocating you like smoke.
“I didn’t think you’d-“
“Didn’t think i’d what? Care? Notice? Mind? Of course I do! When have I ever not? In fact, I think I might care way too much.” His voice breaks and he flinches gently, turning away from you. Not wanting the conversation to end like this, you grab his shoulder to turn him towards you.
“Georgie, please-“
“Leave me alone.”
“Just look at me-“
“I said leave me a-“
“I love you!” You blurt, and a wave of shame and panic crashes over you as you immediately let go of his arm and step backwards away from him, away from the confession, as if putting distance between the two of you will make it vanish. George looks like a deer in headlights, staring down at you with wide eyes.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit”
You move further back, and he stands still.
“Shit. Fuck! Im gonna. Ive- I’m gong.” You ramble, turning around willing the tears away. The thought of your closest friendship in ruins clouds you mind and you don’t hear George calling after you.
“Wait! For merlins sake, y/n! Listen to me.” His long legs catch up with you quickly, and he gently takes ahold of your shoulders, spinning you around to face him.
“Say that again.”
You bite your bottom lip and tilt your head up to the sky, observing the bright stars above.
“Georgie, I-“
“Say it.” He repeats. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” It’s a broken whisper, cold and confused and scared.
“I love you too.” He says. It’s whispered so gently its almost inaudible, but you hear it, and it bleeds into the dark of the night.
“Don’t joke with me now. Please, don’t-“
”Im not. Y/n, I promise I’m not. I mean it. I love you. I have…” he laughs, gentle and surprised, like he cannot believe this is happening, “I have for years.”
“George,” You build the courage to look him in the eyes, properly, for the first time in months. “I mean like for real. Not like friends, but like.. like.”
“Like the stars love the sky. Like Music loves melody. Like everything.”
You sigh, relieved. “Like everything.”
“Come here.”
He hold you face in your hands, gentle, tender, caring, and looks at you as if it was the first time, as if it was the last, as if trying to commit you to memory.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, just before he leans in. He rests his forehead on yours. “This okay?”
“Yeah.”
He kisses you then, soft, like a promise. He tastes like chocolate and marshmallow and firewhiskey.
After a minute he pulls away.
“Say it again?”
You let out a strangled laugh, and lean into his chest, hiding your smiling face in the crook of his neck.
“I love you, you prick.”
He chuckles.
“I love you too, darling. I love you too.”
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justmanu · 13 days ago
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My Girl | George Weasley
Summary: You have been best friends with the twins since your first year at Hogwarts. You developed a crush on George and you didn't say anything. What you didn't know was that the boy felt the exact same way.
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Warnings: None, just good ol' fluff.
A/n: Hii guys!! I'm back!! So, lately I've been completely OBSESSED with George, bc it's George, and I came up with this idea and wrote it down. Hope y'all like it, and if you do pls give it a like, so others can see it too. Love you guys! XOXO
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You and the twins had met when you were going to your first year at Hogwarts. Instantly, the three of you clicked, being friends the first time you met. You shared a cabin with them in the Hogwarts Express, you telling them how excited you were to finally start to go to Hogwarts. You were a muggle born and them being pure bloods wanted to know more about the muggle world. You explained to them how only the closest people to you knew you were a witch, and that in your house magic of any kind was completely forbidden.
You and they twins created a strong bond with time, but, as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were closer to George then you were with Fred. He was one of your best friends, but he was also the one you had developed a crush on on first year. You had the courage and guts and told Fred about it on your third year at Hogwarts, he was extremely happy to know you trusted him in such way to tell something like this. What you didn't know was that George felt the same and told his twin as well. Fred was the only one that knew about the crush you had on each other, but didn't tell anything to either of you. Fourth and fifth year came along quickly, none of you saying or doing anything to show each other your real feelings, from the fear of getting rejected.
You were on the plataform 9¾. Waiting to go on the train ride for the sixth year. You wouldn't go inside without your best friends. You weren't going inside without George. "Y/n, darling, shouldn't you be in the train by now? It will leave soon.", your mother said. Your parents were divorced and you lived with your mother. She loved the twins, and knew about your crush on George. She was beyond happy when she heard, supporting you hipothetical realationship either way. "Mom, you know I won't go in without Fred and George!", I said clearly frustrated that they hadn't arrived. I was on my tiptoes watching over peoples heads to fins the two redheads. Finally I spotted two firery colored hairs on the crowd. "GEORGE! FRED!", I shouted at the top of my lungs making them turn my way. "Y/N!", they shouted back and started running towards you.
You met halfway, as you ran to them as well. You hugged both of them tightly, drifting apart eventually. "Oh, Merlin, I've missed you so much Y/n.", George said hugging you again. The hug lasted a little too long. "Let's get our things and hop in quickly, the train is about to leave!", Fred said making you and George take in your surroundings once again. "Oh, you're right.", you took my things and hugged your mom goodbye. You missed her so much during school, but you loved Hogwarts as well. You three hopped in and found a cabin for yourselves. When you finally had settled, George looked a bit too nervous. "Y/n, I- we wanted to ask you something.", he said looking at Fred nervously. "Go ahead.", you said confortingly. George looked at Fred and the same nodded. George turned his gaze to you. "We wanted to know if you wanted to go to the Burrow on Halloween. So you could finally meet our family.", he said giving you a weak smile. Although you were best friends, you had never met their family.
They said it was because the amount of time they spent with their family was absurd and that they wanted to be alone when they could. They made it clear they loved their family more than anything, but they wanted to have some alone time when possible. The invitation made you go in a state of pure shock, that soon faded to excitement. "I would love to! It's going to be amazing to finally meet you guys' family!", you said jumping with excitement. The time until Halloween flew. You had just finished packing your bags, when you heard a knock on your dorm door. "Y/n, can we come in?", George asked. "Sure!", you told them, still closing your backpack. Since it was a three day stay you just took the necessary.
"Then come on, mom is going to be waiting for us at the station.", Fred said leaving you and George on the room alone. Your back pack wasn't closing, as much as you tried. "Let me help you with that.", George said closing your backpack easily. "That's not fair! How come you can do it and I can't?", you asked obviously frustrated. "Because I'm stronger than you, love.", he said kissing your cheek, leaving you completely flustered. "L-Let's get going. I don't want to miss the train.", you said heading out of the room quickly. The train ride was fun and joyful, just three teenagers laughing about nothing in particular. Soon you arrived at the platform, nervousness building up your guts to meet your best friends' mom, or should you say, your best friend and your crush's mom. George noticed your nervousness and came up to you. "Hey, no need to be nervous, she's going to love you. Just as I do.", he said looking straight into your eyes.
The boy was hoping you would get the hint that he liked you, but you never did, which made him frustrated. You reddened again, smiling up at the redhead. He took your hand and helped you out of the train. You noticed a woman with redhair and you assumed it was her, and you were absolutely right. That was the famous Molly Weasley. To say you were freaking out was an understandment. George never left you side, never for one second. You walked up to the woman and you gulped dryly. "Mom, this is Y/n.", said the taller one sweetly. Immediately she flashed a huge smile and hugged you tight. "It's so nice to finally meet you, dear! I'vee been waiting for these two to bring you for so long now, we've heard a lot about you sweetheart.", she said still engulfing me in her conforting arms. I've never felt so relieved in my life. "It's really nice meeting you too, Ms. Weasley! I've been wanting to meet for for a long time now.", you said frankly.
The ride to the Burrow was beyond nice. Ms. Weasley was so sweet to you, talking about how beautiful you were and how they were all super excited to meet you. Eventually we arrived, Fred and George carrying the baggages. "Boys leave it at the door, you'll need to decide rooms before getting the luggage upstairs.", she said firmly. "Alright, mom.", they said in unisound, making you giggle a bit. "Arthur! Ginny! Ron! Percy! Y/n is here!", the woman said at the door. All of a sudden the sound of running footsteps was loud in your ears. A man, two boys and a girl appeared. "Hello my dear, welcome to our house! I'm Arthur.", the man said sticking his hand out. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley.", you said shaking his hand. Everyone in the room presented themselves and you sat at the living room to talk.
You told them that you were a muggle born, making Mr. Weasley choke on his water glass. "Oh, please, can you tell me about the muggle world? I'm delighted about the muggle inventions!", he said joy blowing from his eyes. You spent the whole afternoon talking about the muggle world, how different it was, how you dealt with the problems that witches and wizards solved with magic, all the muggle inventions you loved and constantly used. George was fascinated about how passionate you looked talking about your roots, never ever denying or being ashamed of them. "Alright, I think it's time for all of you to go to sleep now.", Ms. Weasley said to the teenagers. "Alright, mom. I'm just gonna show something to Y/n outside. We wont be long. He took your hand and led out of the house, taking you up on a hill. The moon was shining bright. "Oh, Georgie. That's beautiful.", you said looking at the view. George had been the whole afternoon building up the courage to tell you he liked you. And when you said that, he knew he couldn't miss the oportunity.
"But not as beautiful as you.", he said looking at you. Your gaze turned to him and you blushed. "Y/n, I've been wanting to tell you this for so long, and I don't care if it's not reciprocal, I need to take this off my chest.", he paused to look deep into your eyes, never faultering to look at them. "I love you, Y/n. From the way you laugh to the way you smile contently when you eat a candy you like. From the way you blush when someone compliments you, to the way you bite your lip when you are focused. I love all of you, Y/n.", he said and you thought you weren't breathing at all. You were still processing the information the just threw on you. And George undertood that as a rejection. "If you don't feel that way, we can still be frien-", you put a finger over his lips and shushed him. "Georgie, you don't know how I am absolutely happy right now. I love you too, you silly redhead.", you couldn't contain your smile anymore. You just couldn't. Both of you didn't notice that you were getting closer and closer to each other.
Your lips touched and you felt fireworks up your stomach, just like the ones George used to make. The kiss was sweet and passionate, tongues rolling in synch, your bodies desperate to be closer. Your hands were on his fire colored locks, while his were on your waist pulling you even closer. The air was being needed and you separated. "This was intense.", George said out of breath. "Yeah.", you agreed. "Y/n, do you wanna be my girlfriend? I'm dying to call you my girl.", George asked in a faint laugh. "Yes! I thought you'd never ask.", you answered kissing him again. After a while you came back to the Burrow, you fingers intertwined. George opened the door and let you come in first. Fred standing near the table waiting for us. "How did it go?", he asked George. "She said yes.", George smiled to his brother looking down at you.
"Thank Merlin! I couldn't stand you guys anymore.", Fred said letting out a sigh. "What do you mean?" you asked confused by the boy's relief. "Well, I knew you had a crush on each other since third year, but I thought you were going to make it out yourselves. But I was wrong. It took you two three years too finally sort it out!", he said bluntly. You looked over at George and saw pure anger in his eyes. "So you're telling me that you knew she liked me back for three years and didn't tell me she did?! Letting me suffer emotionally, because you thought we were going to 'sort it out'?!", George's tone was filled with anger. "Yes, pretty much.", Fred answered normally. "I'M GOING TO FRICKING KILL YOU FRED!"
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firenationpeach · 9 months ago
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honeybee. — fred weasley
there's nothing sweeter to fred than the honey she's made. 
fred weasley x f! reader [ smut ]
word count: 1.8k — masterlist + request: open.
last edited December 28 2020.
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Indulging in the sweet summer sunshine;
y/n sat in the grass next to the Great Lake. With sleeves rolled to her elbows and her grey skirt bunched up her thighs, she hummed in complete bliss; soaking in her last moments as a 6th year. Everything was going to become even more stressful after that year, so she knew it was best to take advantage of these moment to relax.
"Too indulged in your daydreams, sweetheart?"
Y/N peaked out of her left eye, looking up at the person who created a shadow over her sun-soaked face. He gave her a lopsided grin, long red locks dangling over his shoulders. She giggled at how funny he looked upside down.
"Only when they're about you," y/n said softly, reaching up to boop his nose. The boy chuckled, kicking off the ground and twirling on his hands to lay beside her. He leaned upon his elbow, throwing the opposite arm around her waist and gently rubbing. His lips pressed softly to hers, making her weave her arms around his broad shoulders. Nimble fingers pulled at her top button before his hands searched for any bare skin he could find.
"I think I'd rather not be watched by a couple of first years while my boyfriend shags me," y/n chuckled as Fred whipped his head over his shoulder to look at the Herbology-enthusiastic first-year girls that indiscreetly gawked over Fred.
"Some admirers?"
"Lucy and Freya. George's customers, my first-year girlfriends,".
Fred waved at them flirtatiously to take the piss, laughing as they blushed and paced off.
"Speaking of George," Y/N started as Fred began to place kisses on her neck and run his hands up her thighs, "I need to ask him about something,".
Y/N stood up, pulling him with her. His hands slid up her thighs, playing with the edge of her lace panties. Fred groaned into the crook of her neck, holding her in place.
“I’m not sure I’m happy with the fact that you’re cockblocking me for my brother,”.
Y/N chuckled at his use of ‘cockblock’, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"Just remember, you're getting me all to yourself for the summer break," she whispered sultrily, leaving him to stand for a second alone as she hurried back towards the castle. Fred remembered vaguely how George mentioned something about spending the first half of the summer break with Angelina before coming back home and y/n staying at Angelina's in turn.
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"Oh, my boy," Mrs. Weasley gushed, rushing excitedly from the kitchen as Fred slightly bent through the small front door of the burrow.
"Ello, Mum, how are you?"
"Oh very well, dear. Y/N, my love!"
She pulled y/n into a warm embrace. Y/N smiled, wrapping her free arm around Mrs. Weasley.
"Hi Molly, good to see you!".
"My munchkins, you must be starving," Mrs. Weasley rambled, her voice fading as she disappeared to the kitchen, "Dinner will be ready shortly, go get sorted upstairs,".
Y/N and Fred carried their trunks up to his room hurriedly, excited to be home.
"I've missed this," Fred exhaled as he flopped back on his bed. George's bed remained in the other corner, sheets straight and untouched.
Y/N sat down next to him on the edge, looking at the changing sky outside his window. The afterglow of a hot day showed through gorgeous shades of pale lilac and blush pink. The sunset disappeared as far as the trees went, slowly engulfing the fading sun.
"Oh, how to finally have you to myself," Fred whispered, pulling Y/N to sit on his hips. Y/N giggled as her hair fell over her shoulders, tickling Fred's cheeks.
"Finally,".
His reach for a heated kiss was interrupted by the call of his mother, summoning the residing children of the Burrow to the kitchen for dinner.
"Tea's ready," Y/N sat up, climbing off of him, "I'm starving,".
"I know what I'd rather be eating," Fred winked, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. She jumped, squealing as his hand came down to swat her perky ass that hid beneath a tight blue mini skirt.
"Maybe there'll be some desert waiting for you after dinner," she winked, opening the door just in time to race Ginny and Ron down the stairs.
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Dinner was painfully slow for Fred. With y/n's foot hooked around his leg and his arm brushing against hers every so often kept him on the edge. 
For nearly the whole meal; Y/N enthusiastically discussed with Charlie, who was visiting for the week, her eagerness to travel over to Japan and study dragons when she graduates. She would occasionally rest her hand absentmindedly on his thigh, fidgeting with the rings that clad her fingers. He intertwined her fingers with hers when they found their way to his crotch. She looked at him, smiling sweetly as she placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" He hissed sharply, leaning to the side of y/n's face that was facing away from his family.
"What are you talking about, Freddie?"
Fred's eyes flicked to her soft, pink coated lips that curved with sweet, underlying intentions. He dragged his bottom lips in, his jaw clenching in frustration.
"As you were, Charlie," Y/N smiled, turning back to the older Weasley who continued eagerly showing photos of his favourite dragons at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary.
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Fred's lips crashed against y/n's hungrily, grabbing at the material of her top.
"Steady on, Weasley, anyone would think you're eager," Y/N smirked, pushing Fred down on his bed. 
With the wave of her wand, a silencing charm lingered to protect the room. She carelessly disregarded the object, climbing on top of Fred to reconnect their burning lips. Slender fingers popped open the buttons of her top, fondling her breast.
"Merlin, you are gorgeous, my darling," he rasped out as he pulled at the pink lace that separated him from her hardened nipples. Her boobs bounced slightly as they sprang from the bra, the material falling as she swiftly unhooked the clasps.
She threw her heads back, letting out a moan as his lips attached to the small pink bud. His tongue swirled, teeth gently biting to drag the gorgeous sounds out of his girlfriend that made him harden in seconds.
"If I remember clearly, darling," Fred bunched up the material of y/n's skirt in his hands, pulling her hips up, "you guaranteed me desert and I'm craving a taste of honey,".
Fred's voice alone sent shivers down y/n's spine, her hips bucking as she whined impatiently. He chuckled.
The speed at which he tore her skirt and panties from her legs became an agonising pain to her throbbing core. Lips glistened with the sweet slick of inside her causing Fred to hum in satisfaction. 
"So pretty," he whispered, barely dragging a finger over her folds. Y/N whimpered, wriggling beneath his large hands that held her in place.
"Freddie, please," she begged. Y/N never begged or pleaded. Quite frankly, Fred was usually the one being teased. On nights like this though, Y/N knew she would being stars in more ways that gazing at the ones in the sky. The nights when Fred was dominant were the nights that Y/N became impatient. 
Two long fingers ran up her slit before sinking inside of her. She gasped quietly, leaning on her elbows to look down at him. Hair dishevelled and lips puffy, she breathed heavily as Fred grinned. His dark, lust glazed eyes never broke away from hers as he latch onto her sensitive clit and sucked gently. Her head lulled back in complete pleasure, the ecstasy burning through her veins.
"You're so sweet, my darling," he cooed, his fingers moving in and out of her slowly, "So delicious,".
"Freddie, please," She choked, hands fumbling for his crimson locks to force his head back to her core. His laugh was taunting as he dove back in, sucking her throbbing clit as his long fingers thrusted into her. Profanities left her mouth along with the occasional slip of his name or 'baby'. 
Her fingers wove into his long hair, her hips bucking as his tongue flicked her sensitive nub. Her body jolted, freezing with her hips lifted as he curled his fingers. He had hit that spot. The spot that sent her into a dizzy haze. 
She let out a long, shaky moan. Fred repeatedly hit that spot; abusing her clit to bring out the best of her orgasm. His teeth gazed it and her body began to shake. Her knuckles became white from grasping his plaid sheets, thighs quivering as he drove her into the blissful wave that crashed over her burning body.
"Fred!" she cried, "oh, fuck, Fred!". 
Y/N rode every last thrust Fred gave with his fingers, her orgasm hitting hard.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum!".
"Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me taste you," he coaxed, curling his fingers with every thrust. She moaned repeated, hers fluttered shut and toes curled as her legs trembled. Electricity struck through her as she began to watch silvery stars dot her vision. It was a wonder what Fred could do with just his mouth and fingers, leaving her to yearn for the feeling of his long cock buried inside of her.
Soon enough, her honey dripped from her and coated his lips. He chuckled as she breathed heavily, jolting as he accidentally grazed her bright red pussy lips. She looked so pretty. Nipples perky and deep purple love bites littered across her chest, she heaved as she came down from her high.
Fred got up from his knees, hovering over her on the bed. She looked up at him with hooded lids, smiling lazily as he snickered quietly at her out-of-it state. He slowly slid his fingers between her plump lips, watching them close and suck her own juices from them. He groaned quietly, his fingers leaving her lips with a pop.
"My sweet honeybee, working so hard for me," he praised, gently brushing a stray hair from her face, "don't you taste so sweet?".
"Are you satisfied now? You full?" she asked sarcastically, wrapping her arms around his toned shoulders.
"I dunno'" he smirked, "I think I'm ready for seconds,".
Y/N laughed, pressing her lips against his as he carried her to the top of the bed for round 2.
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drew-winchester · a year ago
I need Ginny Weasley in a beanie. Right now.
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Gasp. I didn’t know I needed it as well.
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yogirl-willow · 6 days ago
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POV: Your favorite HP boys wake you up in the morning the only way they know how… with all of them on top of you 😩✊🏼
I call this one The Dogpile of Simps 😂 Features 2 variations. Remus, Sirius, George, Fred, and Charlie/Bill! Made it into Desktop and iPhone wallpapers too. Not too sure if I should make more versions of the OC at the bottom. If ever, what variations would you like to see?
Also just want to point out how I did not expect Bill to look so goddamn sexy he look like he wanna spank 🤧
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rons-wheezely · 19 days ago
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224 || G.W.
George Weasley x Reader, Soulmate AU
Genre: Fluff, humor
Summary: Each soulmate pair receives a special number to them, and them only, on the day they’re born into this world. The placement on the body can vary, so people usually keep to themselves unless they fancy someone or it’s displayed somewhere public. How do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?
A/N: i have been so inactive, I’m so sorry rip I am going to try to post a fic here and there, but I’m still a student doing student things... This blog recently turned 2 years old, and has reached about 300 followers, so thank you so much for those of you who have found me in the piles of other wonderful works :) I love you all from the bottom of my heart.
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“Oh, do forgive me, Georgie,” you playfully shove him out of the way. He stumbles away from the shelf containing the last package of Fizzing Whizbees in time for you to snatch it into your hands. You hear him chuckle as he regains his balance behind you. It’s suffocatingly crowded with fellow students in Honeydukes, so he leans in close so you can hear him. 
His warm breath comes close to your ear, saying with a soft laugh,” At least share, alright?”
You tapped your chin thoughtfully as the smile plastered on your face turned into a smirk. You make your way to the cashier with George close behind. The candy in the box shake in your hands, and the decorative ring you’re wearing on your middle finger glimmers in the shop’s light. You call over your shoulder,” If you win the next match against Slytherin, I might.” 
This statement alone had George fist pump the air in satisfaction. Even if he lost, you would most likely share it anyways –– to cheer him up, of course. You two have been best friends since your first year when you cleverly evaded one of the twins’ pranks. It was a lucky guess, but the outcome left Fred and George tangled in a mess of burping up slugs for three hours. It was an easy friendship after that, other than the secret feelings you harbored for George, that is. 
Soon enough, the match came and the sight was an absolutely thrilling one. You watch as each player flies by, and each time the wind sweeps your hair in every direction. Fred and George are on a spectacular streak, and they never once miss the bludger. Thankfully you had a pair of binoculars and Lee Jordan’s commentary; the team was so small in the air that it was hard to tell what was happening.
Harry Potter was no doubt going to catch the snitch, and here he comes now swooping in underneath his teammates. He’s almost flat against his broomstick, urging it to go faster before Malfoy could get to the fluttering golden speck. All eyes are on Potter, and the boy is mere inches away. Just as his nimble fingers wrap around the snitch, another Gryffindor teammate drops from the air.
You can hear the subtle gasps from a few in the crowd who noticed. The Gryffindor team were too enraptured with Harry’s catch to notice that one of them was dropping ten, twenty, thirty meters to the ground. “George!” You cried.
As if sending a telepathic message to the other twin, though it is most likely he heard you yell as clear as day, Fred swoops down to save his brother from impact. You notice now that you're standing on your feet and leaning on the railing that separates you from your best friends on the field. You watch on in horror as Fred barely makes it in time. The breath you didn’t know you were holding finally escapes you, and your surroundings come back all at once. 
You hear the deafening silence and the sound of the wind blowing by. No one moves as they watch Fred land on the ground with George. It was Lee who ended the tension,” And with that, Gryffindor earns 130 points and has won the match…” 
All at once, everyone in the stands scrambles to get out. Elated with Harry’s catch and the twins’ safety, the student body goes their separate ways. You follow them as well and weave your way through the crowd to get to Fred and George. Panic fills your lungs, and every fiber in your body screams to make sure they’re okay.
“Fred!” You call out,” Are you two alright?”
“Yeah, no harm done to me,” he sighs,” –– Other than this git. A bludger whacked him straight on the side and he passed out on his ride down.” 
“It looks like it hurts… but it’s nothing Madame Pomfrey can’t handle, right?” You wince. You try to convince yourself that George is just sleeping a very deep, restful sleep.
“I reckon he’ll be fine, y/n.” Fred winks your way with a sly grin. “Visit him lots, yeah?”
Madame Pomfrey refused to let anyone in until she was done running some tests. When she finally let you visit, you rushed to sit next to George’s bedside. He stirred at your frantic movements and opened an eye to see you. “It’s not that bad is it?” He chuckles.
“She said that you’ve broken a few ribs, but you’ll be alright.” You smile. 
George sits up slowly, pretending to be in agonizing pain. You worry for a bit and reach out to him on instinct, but he laughs and tells you he’s okay. His torso is wrapped entirely with gauze over his clothes, and there are a few bandages wrapped around his forearms as well. Pomfrey had drawn a blanket over George earlier, so the white sheet still covered the lower half of his body. A moment goes by, and you hear a soft wheeze leaving George’s lips. “You don’t suppose my soulmate is into beaten up ginger-heads, do you?”
“Well,” you mull over your words. Pretending to take his question seriously, you answer,” they would have if you were Fred..” You laugh a little as you catch the glint in his eyes –– the mischievous one you had grown to love. 
“Oh, if only I looked exactly like that bloke.” He jokes. His head falls a little forward as he laughs. His gaze is drawn to his lap, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he looked like those shy love interests in romantic muggle films. 
You notice that his fiery hair is covering his eyes, and your body compels you to get another glimpse of that wonderful boy’s face. Ever so gently, you reach your hand out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. When your fingers curve around the back of his ear, you notice a few dark marks of what looks like a tattoo. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You go to move more of his hair out of the way, but he turns his eyes to you. 
“Are you getting handsy with me y/n? Tryin’ to make a move, are you?” He smiles, but there is a small panic in his eyes as they frantically search yours. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”
“Is that your soulmate mark?” You ask.
“Maybe.”
“Well,” you huff playfully,” I might be able to tell you who your soulmate is. I might cry if your soulmate is Madame Pomfrey, though.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.
"Georgie, please don’t tell me you have a thing for milfs.”
It takes everything in him to hold back his laughter. George pulls his hair back to reveal the numbers 224 etched behind his left ear. Your breath catches in your throat, but you try to hide your very obvious shock. 224 was a number you knew too well, and seeing that number reflected on your best friend’s skin meant that your deepest feelings were true. It’s okay to be in love with George because now... now there is chance he feels the same way.
Your mark is tattooed on the band of your middle finger, which is usually covered up by jewelry. You fidget with your rings nervously, trying to ground yourself all the while. George doesn’t pay too much attention to it when he says,“Fred has his numbers on his right ear. I might be the right-hand man, but he’s lucky enough to be the right-ear man.”
You laugh at his really bad pun,” Really? Out of all of the ear jokes, you chose that one?” 
“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” He nudges you with his shoulder, and you can’t help but giggle some more.
“Would you like to hear a fun fact?” You ask. You gulp down all of the fear that has started to swallow you whole. You are George’s soulmate. The idea buzzes in your head along with a million other thoughts. George nods for you to continue, and you fight the panicked urge to scream. “...In the muggle world, they have such advanced technology.”
“Yeah, dad would know––” George interjects for a second.
“The numbers 224 actually hold a meaning to them. It’s something like a code–– it’s related to their fancy devices I think? Anyways,” you take a deep breath. You remember vividly the details your friend went to great lengths explaining to you. 
“Your number is all kinds of special, y/n!” Mae beams at you. Her eyes twinkle in an amusing manner as she tries to prove herself. A soft thud could be heard when her hands meet with the common room table, and she quickly jumps to her feet. “Imagine, having such a fantastic number as that!” She exclaims with awe.
“I don’t understand?” You bemusedly remark. Why would numbers hold more meanings beyond your standard soulmate reason?
“My brother loves binary code, a certain muggle science,” she explains,” and he told me a few meanings. One of them being yours! Now, if only fate would tell us who your soulmate was...”
If Mae were in this room, she would be bursting at the seams from pure glee. You look into George’s eyes and say,” ...the numbers actually mean something along the lines of ‘Today, Tomorrow, Forever.’ It has to do with the bond you and your soulmate have together.“
He blinks once or twice before breaking out into a grin,” Okay, can you say it again but,” he emphasizes,” simpler, maybe?
“––it means that your soulmate will love an accident-prone idiot like you forever and always,” You joke halfheartedly.
The familiar gleaming smile he wore after a successful prank creeps up onto his face: one of self satisfaction and deserving of many awards based on looks alone. His smile is much gentler and you almost miss it, but a blush tints the very tips of his cheeks. “Oh? wait ‘till dad finds out that numbers have meanings to muggles. How’d you know all of this anyway?”
“Oh, it’s just something my friend talked to me about.” You dismiss his questioning gaze and clear your throat. Every second that passes makes you more and more anxious being around George, simply just by knowing you two are soulmates. It’s a dream come true, sure. But how do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?
“Are you alright, y/n?” George asks. “You seem real fidgety. Do you need to go somewhere?”
“Oh–– no, it just that,” you gulp. “Well.. I think left the Fizzing Whizbees back in my dorm room.” You lie. You know it’s in your bag with your other belongings, safely tucked away for later consumption. “Post-game snacks are essential, and I did make a promise.”
“Are you sure you left it there? I thought I saw it in your bag...” He leans over to find your bag, and sure enough, he pulls out the box of candy.
“Oh.” You look at him. There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat.
“You’ve really got to get yourself together mate–– looks like Nearly Headless Nick showed you his neck hole again or something.” George jokes to lighten the mood, but he’s right. The longer you sit there and stare at him, the more you either want to slam your lips against his or vomit profusely. You feel pale and sickly; just enough to feel the twists and turns of your stomach. Is this what having butterflies feel like? He opens the bag of candy and offers you some.
You share the box of whizbees with him, taking one out and popping them into your mouth. It fizzes and jolts a little as the sweet taste melts on your tongue. “I think maybe Fred slipped something to me earlier,” you avert your gaze,” I’m not sure.”
“Yeah, sounds like Fred.” George grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your hands, and it does seem to relax some of your nerves. He looks at you softly and gently, and all at once, your anxiety starts to melt away in his presence. You almost forget why you’re so worried in the first place. “You know I’m not going anywhere. If you have to take a massive shit, I’ll wait for you.” He says as he pats your hand reassuringly.
You erupt into laughter and shove him away. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”
“Nothing says true love like bowl movements, darling.”
As the laughter dies down, the somber feeling in your gut returns. It’s now or never, right? “George, I think I need to tell you something. I—“
Fred bursts into the door with Lee following shortly behind. “There’s my favorite twin!” He beams. He gets a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey peering around the corner from her office. Fred doesn’t pay much attention, choosing to walk past her with barely a glance over his shoulder. George rolls his eyes as Fred happily trots over, spilling some liquid from two mugs in his hands. “—had to have Lee help sneak these in for the party, which you lot are missing out on.” He hands you a mug of butter beer and George, the other.
You decide to drop the subject even after George was free from the hospital bed. It’s a few weeks since then, and school has made you push those thoughts of pesky soulmates and true love aside. Of course, George kept looking at you funny, waiting for you to bring it up again. To his dismay, you didn’t.
“Alright everyone, class is dismissed.” Professor Sprout announces as she busies herself in setting up plants for the next day. It’s the last class of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. Repotting plants was hard work, and you were sweaty enough as it is. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face, and as much as you hated it, it did make for good eye candy across the room — namely George, although there’s a lot of dirt smudged onto his face too.
He’s cleaning up rather quickly so you call out to him,” Can you grab my rings, Georgie? They’re over there by my bag.” You had to remove jewelry in order to “safely handle” the creatures and wear proper gloves. Those of which you hastily pull off to wash your hands. The suds come and go as you lather and rinse away in the sink.
“Today, tomorrow, forever eh?” George’s deep voice rumbles in your ear. You jump a little at the sudden scare. “I think I like the sound of that, don’t you?”
You turn your head a little to the side and come very close to George’s face. You can feel his breath fanning on your skin, and his nose is just barely touching yours. You fear that if you blink, the sight in front of you will vanish. Every freckle that glitters his skin is so close you could count them like the stars and draw constellations between them if you wanted to. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Your body feels like it’s on a cloud— so feather light and airy— as he smiles at you. Your throat is dry; your tongue struggles to keep up with your thoughts. “...what?” You choke out. You cover your hands on impulse, but you know it’s too late.
“It means you’re stuck with me forever, y/n.” He grins. “Soulmate magic is no joke, you know.” He hands you your rings and walks beside you out of the greenhouse. You slip the rings on to your middle finger where it’s always resided, deciding to fidget with it a little.
Nothing should be different. You’re walking with George in the hallways like you always do, your hair is no different than yesterday, and class was the same as an other day. And yet your heart is beating faster and the sun seems to shine brighter. The grass is greener and the lake bluer than it was this morning. Words remain unspoken, but the truth is there. His fingers are interlocked with yours. 224.
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potter-imagines · 11 months ago
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Best-friends to Lovers (Fred Weasley x Reader)
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Request: can we get like... a lil fred weasley, you guys are good friends and you don’t usually go back for the holidays, and Fred invites you back to the Burrow to spend the break there and y’all like totally fall for each other 🥺
Warning: None (I switched it up just a tiny bit to where they’ve already developed some feelings but they finally admit them sooo hope you enjoy!)
Word Count: 4.5k
It was a flurry and cold winter night, the kind of night when every breath stings the lungs and every exhale chills the lips. The frigid air, the slippery ground and the sheet of white covering the once green grass. All signs winter was here and cold times were ahead. Even in the highlands of Scotland, the winters were ferosus and unforgiving. You despised the freezing temperature, but Fred was far too convincing and a midnight walk with him was something you couldn’t find the words to turn down.
For the first time in the five years you had spent at Hogwarts, and the five years you had been best friends, you had finally accepted the twins offer on spending Christmas at the Burrow with their family. It was a turn of events in your typical holiday plans which were mostly spent alone at the castle. Your first two years at school you had traveled home for Christmas. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t exactly a ‘jolly’ time either. Family time came few and far between. The sparse time you did spend around your family had grown… awkward. Being the only witch in your family didn’t help much either. As the years dragged on, you felt like a stranger in your own home. Your parents spent their entire year with your younger brother, so he had undoubtedly grown to be the favorite and the prized child. They still loved you of course, it just felt forced to engage with them at times.
So it came as a pleasant surprise when you walked into the Weasley’s home and were engulfed in a warmth you had never known. Molly Weasley was the first to greet you, popping out from the staircase with a shimmering grin. Before you could register what was happening, she pulled you into a bone crunching grip rambling on about how good it was to meet you. Arthur hugged you as well and teased about how much the twins would talk about you, especially Fred. Fred would turn bashful but he didn’t deny it.
Ginny showed you around the house, beating Fred and George to the chance. Molly set up a mattress on the floor next to the youngest Weasley’s bed, something Ginny was over the moon thrilled about. She had been longing for a sleepover with you for years now. Ever since her first term, she followed you around like a little puppy. So your first night at the home, Ginny coerced you into a slumber party immediately.
The twins, mainly Fred, weren’t too happy at this. They were the ones who invited you yet their little sister was stealing all your time. Fred was bitter when you hurried off from dinner to go join Ginny upstairs, not even bidding him a farewell.
George insisted his twin was being dramatic- they had an entire month for Merlin's sake! The feelings his brother developed for you, their best friend, was clear as crystals to George. They both shared a crush on you for the first year at Hogwarts but George’s feelings quickly shifted to a friendship, sister love. Fred on the other hand, well his crush only evolved further. George noticed it the second Fred started combing his hair before dinner and always placing himself the closest towards you. It was a topic they danced around for quite some time. He teased his twin for years until the idea came to him that Fred still felt this way towards you even after years. George had devoted his previous two summers to breaking Fred into admission. All he wanted was to hear his twin confirm his suspicions. Not that he needed that really, other people were beginning to notice as well.
One of them being your temporary roommate. Ginny was a top notch observer. During her second year, she started to catch on to the elephant that followed you and Fred into every room.
That first night, Ginny shed light on her theory by offhandedly making a rather large claim late that first night. While the two of you were chatting softly in the dark, the young girl declared out of the blue,
“I think my brother is in love with you.”
In an instant, your whole body froze over like water on a lake. You were thankful for the dark, it kept Ginny from seeing your wide eyed stare of shock.
“What?”
It was now you could see her small frame adjusting in her bed. Even with the lack of light, you saw her sitting up on her bed, propping her weight on one elbow. It could be assumed she had a devilish smile as she probed on.
“Fred… pretty sure he’s in love with you.”
“Why, what makes you think that, Ginny?”
“Quite a laundry list of things, actually. First, he never shuts up about you. Second, he’s always trying to be around you. Third, he’s always staring at you… bit creepy. Fourth, he’s told our nanna about you! Lastly, and most obvious, I heard him telling George right before school started.”
Laying back down, you fixed your eyes on the ceiling taking in her words. Does your best friend really share the same feelings for you? It was too good to be true, it couldn’t be true, you thought. This kinda stuff only happened in the movies and your life definitely was not a film gracing the silver screen. The butterflies went rampant in your stomach, fluttering about wildly. For a moment, you had forgotten Ginny was there, or that you were in her room, until she spoke again.
“So, what do you think of him?” She asked innocently. Tugging the fluffy blue blanket closer to your chest you replied,
“Pardon?”
Ginny wasted no time and reached over to flicker the light switch on her bedside lamp. A bright light broke through the pitch black darkness of the bedroom. You groaned at the act but Ginny spoke over your sounds of protest.
“Are you in love with Fred?”
Running your hand over your face, you let out a sigh. It was getting too late to be thinking about such heavy topics. You had a great friendship with Ginny, you really did, but if you couldn’t even deal with these emotions on your own, you really didn’t want to throw your thoughts on her.
Turning over on the mattress, you rolled your eyes.
“Ginny, I’m not even dating Fred.”
“But you want to.” She confirmed stubbornly.
“I mean… I-I don’t know, Ginny. Can we talk about something else, please?” You wanted to hide under a blanket and avoid the question for all of eternity. She had caught you off guard and although the feelings you felt towards Fred were strong, it wasn’t something you felt ready to face yet. It wasn’t easy being in love with your best friend- there was so much risk, so much to lose if things went south. You settled on keeping Fred as a friend rather than gamble the option of rejection and a change in your relationship forever.
Ginny perked her brow, opened her mouth as if ready to rebuttal, then deciding against it. The corner of her tip twitched to a smirk as she replied,
“Hmm, okay.”
The topic was dropped for the rest of the night as Ginny went to bed shortly after, but it wasn’t completely over. From then on, you began noticing the constant little redhead attached to your coattails. You noticed each time Fred shooed his sister off and demanded she find something better to do. He was edging closer and closer to his point of eruption. This break was supposed to be time for him to spend alone with you and finally confess his feelings. Not Ginny being your shadow and George tagging along for every outing.
Now on your walk almost a week later, your mind hadn’t stopped wandering to that conversation. Ginny hadn’t brought it up again, at least not vocally. During breakfast the next morning after your talk while you're placed between Fred and George joking around with them, she’ll send you knowing looks, giggling to herself. Harry started to pick up on this as well and you noticed Ginny whispering to him afterwards. It didn’t help that Fred would take any opportunity he could to make you laugh and be in your presence.
Last night you found yourself sitting in front of the fireplace with George, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Fred. A steaming mug of hot cocoa was clutched in everyone’s hand. After about an hour of talking softly and sharing stories, Ginny, Ron and Harry decided to call it a night and trudged up the stairs together. You waved to them as they disappeared up the wooden steps, the sound off their feet turning quieter with every second.
As the three of you sat closely, it felt like you were back at Hogwarts in the common room. George was gushing about a Muggle film you had shown him earlier in the day and Fred was silently listening in, a small smile kissing his lips. You were sat at Fred’s side, your backs against the couch and his arm thrown casually around your shoulder. George was laid on the smaller couch across from the two of you, rambling on to himself. As his talking continued, Fred slowly worked to move your body closer to his and nearly in his lap. He did it so naturally you almost failed to notice. The loud, booming tone of George simmer out within minutes. His voice seemed to sooth him into a slumber as his harsh snores suddenly cut through the air, having talked himself to sleep. This caused the both of you to start laughing. Fred’s arm gripped you tighter as his body shook with chuckles. The sensation sent an odd shiver down your spine. It felt… nice, really really nice to be in his arms.
Fred wondered if now was the time. It was the first chance he had gotten alone with you for almost a week, so there was a good probability he wouldn’t get another for a while. He needed to make a move, something at least! Fred hated not having the bravery like the Gryffindor he was to fess up and spit out the words to describe how he felt about you. Closing his eyes, Fred took a deep breath then peeked his gaze open once more. The nerves had calmed and for the first time, he felt ready and he knew he had to act on it. But as he looked down at you, all the confidence had vanished with one glance. His throat dried as your eyes met and a faint precipitation budded in his palms. All the words he had been rehearsing for a year now simply slipped out the back door.
You took note of the ghost white paleness that took over and immediately sat up, removing yourself from his arms to ask,
“You alright, Freddie?” The concern dripped from your words as you examined the face of your best friend. His eyes were lowered, glued to the flickering flames of the crackling fire.
“Of course, love. I’m sorry, was just thinking.”
“Aw, Freddie, we talked about this. You know thinking is no good for you- you’re brain can’t handle it, darling!” Fred’s heart leaped at the adorning pet name. Only recently had you started calling him more loving names, and it drove him absolutely mad. No girl could ever get his heart racing with just one word like you could. He loved hearing such names coming from your mouth, and directed to him. There was only one name he would die to call you and that was his.
“Can I take you for a walk, love?” The request came abruptly, completely out of the blue. Your eyes widen at his question. Any other time you’d say yes without a second thought. Although, it was late and the land was not a territory you were familiar with like Hogwarts.
Your eyes fell on the window behind the couch. Large white snowflakes swirled from the sky and coated the grounds. The heavy black winter jacket you packed was hung up neatly by the door, not having been touched for at least a day.
Turning your attention back to Fred, you realized his eyes were already trained on your face. At your glance, a hopefully smile reached his cheeks.
“It’s nearly midnight I… actually, why not? Sure. But if we run into any wolves, I’m sacrificing you to them, Weasley.” He laughed at your response and quickly jumped up. You set your hands to your side, readying yourself to stand when suddenly, Fred’s large hands attached to your sides and lifted you up to your feet. You stumbled trying to gain balance but once again, Fred was right there to help you.
Unexpectedly, his left hand extended out and intertwined his fingers in yours. Just as you had predicted, his touch was warm, addicting in a way. It set off a pool of security and protection. Instead of fearing what may lie in the open land outside his house, you trusted Fred.
The tall boy walked you towards the door and pulled your long coat from the hook then threw it around your body. You slipped your arms into the fuzzy material as he yanked his heavy jacket on. Watching the never ending snowfall outside, you worked your hands into the black mittens you had stored in the coat pockets. You hoped it wasn’t as bone chilling outside as it looked.
“Here, I think you might need this, love. You can use my scarf too if you’d like. Don’t want you freezing to death, that’d be hard to explain to George and the rest of our friends.” Fred placed an extra winter hat of his on top of your head. Heat slapped your cheeks at his movements. Fred was commonly sweet towards you but lately, he had been extra sweet. Small gestures here and there were adding up and raising a bit of questions in your mind.
You knocked Fred jokingly on the shoulder and remarked,
“Reckon they’ll send you to Azkaban for that one. I’m a saint, everyone loves me, Fred.” You teased him playfully before accepting his offer with a thank you. Instead of handing you the maroon and gold striped scarf, Fred leaned forward and wrapped it snug around your neck. Once finished, his fingertip tapped against the tip of your nose, grinning to himself.
“You’re not wrong about that. We should get going though. The killer trolls will rise from the ground soon!”
“Knock it off!” You scolded him in a hushed tone, careful not to wake his sleeping family as you chased out of the house after him. Running down the steps, you saw Fred waiting near the car for you. There was an open path behind the car, a makeshift road but the kids used it for a walking guide.
He motioned you over waving exaggeratedly.
“C’mon, darling! You’re taking forever.” Fred moaned on dramatically as he waited for you to catch up to him.  
“It’s freezing out here, be patient.” You waddled over to his side and stood close to his frame, egar for warmth. Fred took in your shaking body and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you towards his side.
Snowflakes landed on your eyelashes, conflicting your view. Despite the coldness of the winter air, the landscape was beautiful. There were miles and miles of open plains on all ends of the Burrow. In a way, they were isolated, but the atmosphere was live with activity. It was impossible to be bored when the Weasley siblings were around. There was so much to do, in an exploring sense. You had never felt so free, so open before. It was refreshing to spend time at Weasley's home. As the two of you walked together in the crunchy snow, Fred pointed to a large field, a makeshift pitch if you had to guess.
“Charlie and Bill taught George and I how to play Quidditch over there the summer after our first year. Percy hated playing with us! We’d all gang up on him- even if he was on our team- and try to knock him off his broom. I don’t think he’s played with us since! You would’ve died of laughter seeing how angry he got.” You watched as Fred’s features scrunched in laughed at the memory. His contagious chuckles infected you as you laughed along. It was a recollection you could imagine perfectly, even if you weren’t there. Percy was an easy target but he had done it to himself so there wasn’t much room for blame.
Shrugging your shoulders you said,
“I would say poor Percy but he turned me in for being out past curfew so, I’m proud of you, Fred.”
“Sounds like him, just try being related to him. He runs to our parents for everything! Every. Little. Thing. It’s infuriating.” Your cheeks began to sting from smiling so much, but when you were around Fred, it was a given. He had an affect on you that no one else seemed to earn. Even when you were on the brim of tears, Fred always found a way to bring a grin to your face.
But still, you thought about Ginny’s words and the change in Fred throughout your years as friends. Nights were lost tossing and turning over the thought of that prankster redhead who had occupied all your notions.
Lifting your hand up slightly, you grabbed for Fred’s gloved hand. He gladly accepted your gesture and squeezed on your hand as you continued to walk further from the home. Fred’s attention soon dropped as his consciousness drifted once again. Pursing your lips you drew him out.
“Freddie, what’s on your mind? You’ve been different since we got here. I mean, it’s not a bad different. It’s just… something is different with you and you’re my best friend so I wanna know.”
Fred’s eyes snapped up at your concerning voice and the startled expression met yours. This was definitely not a common act for Fred. Your mind raced at the possibility of what it could be but luckily, Fred didn’t make you wait long for an answer.
His pace slowed, but his feet still dragged in the powdered flakes holding your hand. You wanted to hear him speak so bad although you respected the time he needed and waited in silence as you continued to walk. It didn’t take long for Fred to shatter the thin air,
“Can I ask you a serious question? Like one that could change everything.”
“You can ask me anything, Fred. You know this. It won’t change a thing.” You replied seriously. Fred could hear the truthfulness in your words and it calmed him, only a little though. The looming fear, and reality, of rejection was becoming all too real. Even worse than rejection, Fred had a feeling if he didn’t take his chance now, he might never have the opportunity again.
“Do you see me only as a best friend?” The nervousness in his voice broke the peace of the air. Your feet halted at the cavalier inquest. Fred had asked quite the offhand questions before but this, this was new. Mentally attempting to connect the pieces, you tilted your head in confusion.
“Freddie…” The mummer was faint, almost failing to register from your lips. The Burrow was still in near distance and the moonlight provided enough light to search Fred’s face. You weren’t sure what to make of the inquiry exactly, but your heart race excelled in anticipation.
Fred Weasley shifted in the crystalline snow. His hands were shoved deep in his coat pockets and his legs bounced in his stance. You knew him well enough to see the contemplation written across his features.
“Y/n I really really like you. I promise this isn’t a joke or some prank. If you don’t feel the same I can find a way to accept it but I don’t wanna lose you in my life. I just can’t hold it in anymore. It’s been five years of tortue now and… I just needed to get it out, love. I think I might be falling in love with you- if I haven’t already.” As Fred poured his heart out openly, the dripping snowfall ceased all together. It was magically in a sense. The loud slush was now quiet, almost like drizzling rain. His gingerbread eyes were studied upon you, waiting for any sort of reaction to surface. You just gazed up at him scavenging for the perfect words to spill your emotions.
“You’ve liked me for five years?” You asked, stunned. That was impossible. All this time you had spent crushing on Fred and admiring him, stuck in the friendzone, you could’ve just talked to him and been honest. Fred’s eyes darted back to his house then to you anxiously.
“Yeah. I’ve just been too scared to tell you. I don’t want it to ruin our friendship, that’s the last thing I could take.”
Your heart dropped at his words. It was funny in a way, he had the same fears as you. In the same way, you felt guilty for putting him through the same torture you had been going through the last few years as well.
With a surge of confidence, you snapped your head up to Fred and quickly remarked,
“Will it ruin our friendship if I think I’m in love with you too?”
The stillness in the air was unreadable at first. Your gazes trained intently on each other. The uplift gleamed in Fred when he took in your words. All his fears went away like the swish of a wand.
Half out of adrenaline, the other half out of want for years of desire, Fred took one step forward and closed the small gap of space between the two of you by pressing his lips tightly against yours. His hands rested on your face, and the small of your back to keep you steady. This you were thankful for this as his quick actions took you by shock nearly knocking you off your feet.
Your left hand drew up to his hair, finding a tight grip in his shoulder length locks, something you’d been dreaming about doing. The kiss intensified as you indulged in the lock and pressed closer to Fred. Your mouths moved together as if snogging was naturally with you two.
Your lungs demanded air after a few minutes and you slowly pulled away from Fred’s lips and leaned away to regain your composure. You could hear Fred panting at your side, also processing what just took place. Your hands never left each other’s and he suddenly squeezed yours to earn your attention. A genuine look crosses Fred’s face as he whispered into the cold air,
“Can I ask you to be my girlfriend now or do you want me to woo you over on a date first?” His sweet words nearly melted your heart. As easy as you were to please when it came to Fred, this heartwarming exchange felt like the perfect night to declare as a first outing.
“I think I’ll count this as our first date, it was quite romantic.”
Fred rolled his eyes with a smirk. It made him happy that you weren’t demanding or the snotty type. He loved that the small things made you glow with happiness. Even with this, he was still mentally planning a date to take you on before break ended. Although you still had yet to answer his big question.
“So does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” You had to swallow back a laugh as you realized you never officially answered Fred. Despite your kiss, he still looked worried you’d turn him away. Shaking your head with a smile you replied,
“Yes, I won’t make you beg anymore.”
Fred wasted no time snatching you by the waste and giving you a small twirl around the snow. A yelp sounded from your lips and you hoped it wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone sleeping at the Burrow. Fred chuckled at your protests and placed you down delicately. Placing his hands on either side of your face, the joyful Gryffindor snogged you lightly, but his passion still seeped through.
“Merlin’s beard, can’t believe it took my stupid arse five years to ask you out. I could’ve been kissing you years ago!”
“Guess we were both missing out. Feel dim for thinking I was going to ruin everything between us if I told you how I felt. But I’m so happy, Freddie.”
“Here, darling,” His gloved hand jerk back to the house, “We oughta head back, now. Mum will kill me if she finds out we were out this late! She thinks you’re an angel so you’ll be fine but I’ll be six feet under by dawn. I can’t wait for morning, though. I can finally brag to everyone that you’re mine, love.” His lips pressed against yours again, desperate to relive the spark and it did not disappoint. Kissing Fred felt natural, like you melted into the embrace. Your lips molded in sync, matching up like magnets. His tongue drew a line across your bottom lips as he kissed you deeper.
Coming back to earth you detached from Fred with a light ‘smack’ noise. Neither of you could wipe the childlike grins off your faces. His plump cheeks turned crimson in the night. Unable to shake off the excitement of the night’s events, you leaned into Fred’s body, giving him a tight hug. He returned the embrace instantly and left a long kiss to the top of your head.
Leaning away, you planted one last kiss to Fred’s cheek then held his hand as you two walked towards his home. The light at the top of the Burrow, assumingly Fred and George's room was turned on. Brightness shone from the window and you pointed up at the sight. The house was only feet away and you started to wonder what George would think of the news.
It could be assumed he wouldn’t be shocked. George spent the last year making comments to you here and there, prying in on you and Fred. Ginny of course wouldn’t be too blown away either, but what about Ron and Harry?
Fred already knew what their reactions would be. He knew without a doubt all of your friends would be thrilled, but no one would be too taken aback by your new relationship. It seemed the only two students who were oblivious to your shared feelings, were Fred and yourself.
“You think they’ll be surprised to hear we’re dating?” You wondered out loud. Fred swung your hand in a back and forth motion as you approached the front porch of the house. Your question obtained a chuckle from Fred as he shook his head,
“Not one bit, love.”
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