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Anyone But You | Chapter 2 | F.W. x Fem!Reader
Chapter Summary - An introduction to your bestfriend, you're forced to go to a dinner party at the Weasleys over the holiday break, the twins give you a small gift you're absolutely not going to open.
Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader
Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn
Content Warnings -cursing
Word Count - 3.8k
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Even though you were seen as rude and snippy in the twins' eyes, you had friends, people you actually enjoyed being around, people who didn’t attempt to get on your nerves every five seconds. Cedric Diggory was one of them. He was your bestfriend.
Despite being put in different houses, you and Cedric became great friends, you’ve gotten along better than anyone else. You met him on the train to Hogwarts your first year, and you two connected like puzzle pieces. He’s definitely someone who isn’t unbearable to be around.
Of course, there was the occasional rumor or gossiping that would spread around annually about you and Cedric secretly being together, or that you two had something going on at least. Those were just rumors though. Cedric feels like a brother to you, he had eyes for other girls and you had no interest in a relationship. You had no interest in each other. You loved him, but only in a sibling way. He was treated like a brother.
You had other friends rather than Cedric, but you were closest to Ced. He was the only friend you would actually keep in contact with and write letters to outside of school.
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You carried your owl's cage and dragged your large leather suitcase down the stairs as Cedric boasted about his most recent win.
“And who did Gryfinndor get their arses whooped by last week?” He brought his hand up behind his ear, waiting for you to admit your house's loss, you simply shook your head in refusal.
“Hufflepuff!” He sang, “Who caught the snitch? Number seven, Cedric Diggory!” He cheered to himself, you rolled your eyes playfully.
“Whatever, Gryffindor only lost because Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off Angelina.”
“Ah yes, Fred is to blame. Always to blame. Another chance for you to hate him!” Cedric teased, he knew all about your hatred for the twins. Of course he has, he’s your bestfriend for Godric's sake. You’ve complained multiple times about them to him, gone on hour-long rants over whatever prank they pulled.
“Yep! Anyways, what do you have planned over the break?” You stopped at the landing of the staircases, setting down your owl and suitcase, leaning back on the stone railing, letting crowds of students pass you.
“Absolutely nothing. My dad might make me help him at work.”
“What? Wouldn’t that be cool? You’ll get to see cool creatures, right?” He scoffed at your upbeat reaction.
“I’ll get to see boring paperwork. I’ll get to organize boring folders. I’ll get to do the boring work.” He said flatly as he shrugged. “I got to see a hippogriff once though.”
“Really? How’d it go?” You
“Nearly bit off my arm.”
“Oh.” The excitement in your voice lowered. “Well, I won’t be doing anything either besides sleeping.” You teased as you grabbed your things and began to walk down the staircases again.
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Winter break had been going nicely. Your friends had sent letters and early Christmas gifts, small and light enough for your owl to carry, you did the same for them. You were able to sleep in, you didn’t have to worry about your things being messed with, you didn’t have to be woken up by loud and annoying voices early in the morning, and you didn’t have to deal with those bloody twins.
You woke up early today, you chose to not sleep in and went into the kitchen for breakfast. While searching the cupboards for your favorite cereal your mother walked in, an empty mug and plate in her hands.
“Good morning, sweetheart!” She said as she placed the dishes in the sink, watching a scrubber begin to float and clean the dishes by itself.
“Morning, mum. Have any letters come today?” You asked as you took the cereal and poured it into your bowl, followed by some milk.
Before your mum could open her mouth, a strong screech came from outside, followed by a loud hit into the open cupboard door next to you, both of you jumped at the sudden entrance.
You knew that old owl from anywhere. It was Errol, one of the Weasley family’s owls. He laid on the kitchen floor for a second, then stood up straight, shaking himself off and fluttering onto a chair near your mother, handing her a nicely sealed envelope. Your mum sent the owl off without giving him anything to deliver back.
“That poor bird is on its last leg.” She muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she opened the envelope. Her unamused face changed into delight as her eyes moved through the letter.
“Oh, would you look at this! The Weasleys invited us over for a dinner party!” She grinned at you, showing you the paper.
“What?” You dropped your spoon into your bowl when you heard the news, droplets of milk hitting your shirt.
“The Weasleys invited us, Molly and Arthur are hosting a dinner party for their anniversary. How sweet is that?” You grabbed the letter from her a bit too aggressively, staring at the invitation intently.
“Very kind! Do I have to go?” You got straight to the point once you asked hesitantly, looking up, you already knew what your mother's answer would be.
“What?- Yes you have to go! Don’t be ridiculous.” Your mother scoffed, slightly shocked at your response to the invitation, taking the letter back from you.
“Please, mum! You know I will not be able to handle being there for more than five minutes.” You pleaded.
“What are you talking about? The Weasleys are very good people, y/n. You know that. You should be appreciative that they invited us.” She said sternly, a slight scowl forming on her face.
“I’m not talking about the Weasley family, I’m talking about Fred and George! The twins! They’re horrible! Please, just let me stay home, mum. You can tell them I’m sick or already on a trip with friends!” There was pure determination in your words, you were not going to spend any amount of time around Fred and George Weasley during your break.
“No, Y/N. They invited us, which means you too. It’ll only be for a single afternoon, you can deal with it.” Your mother shut down your begging, “Make sure you have a dress or…just find some nice clothes to wear, the dinner is tomorrow.” She began to leave the kitchen, turning around to ask you one last thing.
“Also, could you send a letter back? Saying that we will be there? Thanks, darling.” She walked out of the room before you could protest anymore. You groaned, placing your head in your hands.
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This wasn’t the first time you were invited to the Weasley's house. There was one or two times where they invited you, you would’ve gone if Fred and George didn’t live there, so you faked being sick.
Of course, your mother wouldn’t fall for it this time. So, you slipped on a nice pair of jeans and a comfortably warm sweater.
While checking yourself out in the mirror, making sure nothing looked weird on you, an owl flew onto your windowsill, holding a bright purple envelope sealed with orange wax in between its beak. You were hesitant to take the envelope from it. You’ve never seen this bird before.
You nervously took the envelope from the bird and it flew away without any problem. Being more confused than ever, you flipped the envelope to the back, maybe it had been delivered to the wrong person?
However, your address was issued underneath it, it even stated where your bedroom was. Your stomach tensed, this was creepy. A bird you’ve never seen before shows up at your window with a tacky envelope that has direct instructions to your bedroom.
You opened it cautiously, not knowing what would be inside, as soon as it was halfway open, confetti and a few miniature fireworks popped out.
A little birdy (no pun intended) told us you were coming over tonight! Can’t wait to see you, we miss seeing your scowls and hearing your mean voice! - F & G
Of course, the twins. How the hell did they know the exact location of your room? While trying to figure that out, you nearly missed the small writing at the bottom of the card.
p.s. we have a gift for you, hopefully, you’ll like it :)
You furiously crumbled it up, practically slamming it into your trash bin. Stomping back to your mirror, you picked out all the bits of confetti that had got caught in your hair and the few pieces on your sweater and floor until your mum told you it was time to leave.
Merlin, have mercy on me. You thought to yourself.
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The dinner party wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. The first thing you noticed was how Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were the most welcoming and kindest people you met. You wondered how Mrs. Weasley especially dealt with the twins and their mischief for fifteen years of her life.
When you sat down at the table with everyone else, you were disappointed in Harry and Hermione's absences, you expected at least one of them to be there. However, Hermione was traveling with her parents and Harry wasn’t allowed to leave the Dursleys home.
You kept your distance from the twins, choosing the seat that was farthest from them at the table, sticking by Ginny's side and making conversation with her. Yet, the twins still took any chance they could get to mess with you.
They stole food off your plate when you weren’t looking, taking whatever bowl of food you were reaching for first, even putting whatever potion they made to cause your roasted ham to turn into a green color.
“Hey, it’s like that one muggle book, with the guy who rhymes!” Fred pointed out.
“What was his name? Dr.Sauce?” Fred quipped, Ginny let out a small giggle at the name.
“Dr.Seuss, Fred.” Mr. Weasley corrected, “I’ve actually had to take in a few of his books at work. One bloke was trying to figure out why the drawings weren’t moving.” Their dad chuckled and nudged you playfully with his elbow.
Anyway, you tried to stay as positive and nice as you could at the table, but you had to refrain from rolling your eyes anytime Fred or George opened their mouths. Any slight expression of annoyance would earn you a small kick under the table and a stern stare from your mum, your dad would clear his throat or raise his eyebrows at you, these were their ways of saying “Behave, be nice, I’m warning you.”
You were still upset that you had to deal with the one thing- two things you were glad to stay away from, that you expected to stay away from during your winter break. You only had one unwanted big interaction with them, the others were small.
All the adults were in the front yard drinking and having their “alone time from you kids” as Mr. Weasley jokingly said to you. Ginny and Ron were arguing over the TV remote, constantly stealing it from each other and changing the channel to what one of them wanted.
You made your escape by excusing yourself to the kitchen, going to the sink, and refilling your glass with water.
While taking a drink from your glass, you weren’t paying attention to the sneaky and slow footsteps coming behind you. The next thing you felt was two sets of hands on each of your upper arms and you heard two loud troll-like screams.
You jumped and choked on your water, coughing violently as you put down your glass and turned around, shoving both of the twins away as they chuckled.
“What the hell was that for?” You fumed through hard coughs.
“We missed you! We haven’t been able to tease you in months!” George chuckled.
“It feels like we’ve been going through withdrawals.” Fred dramatically said, putting a hand over his heart.
“It’s not teasing, it’s annoying and rude. Now I'd like for both of you to get away from me.” You shoved yourself through both of them, splitting them apart from each other.
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The biggest sigh of relief left your body when you finally got back home. You traveled by floo powder and while getting ready to throw the dust down, you heard those two annoying voices call your name.
“Y/N! Y/N! We haven’t given you your gift yet!” You smiled mockingly as you said your address out loud, throwing the powder down and letting the green flames engulf you and send you back to the fireplace at your home.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?” Your father teased as you brushed the floo powder off your clothes. “I know those boys irritate you but you’re going to have to learn how to deal with it unfortunately. I don’t believe that won’t be the only visit we make to the Weasley's burrow. You know your mum will want to invite them over too now.” He patted your shoulder and left the room.
You slipped off your shoes and headed upstairs, by the time you opened your door, there was an owl sitting at your windowsill once again. The same owl from before you left with the same tacky envelope.
You took it and opened it clumsily. You breathed out and began to read the messy handwriting.
It was very nice to see your face again! We missed you!
They didn’t miss you, they missed playing pranks on you.
So sweet for you to come over and see us! Can’t wait until we get back to school, we have a few surprises up our sleeves. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the dinner!
Love, Gred and Forge
p.s. you forgot your gift! :(
You rolled your eyes as you tossed the card into the trash, walking up to the owl, you hadn’t noticed the small box in its claws, the owl dropped it in your hand, and you stared at it intently.
A small purple box, wrapped with an orange ribbon and tie on top. What’s with them and the colors purple and orange?
You noticed the owl was still sitting at your window as if it was waiting for you to give a letter back.
“Go on, shoo! I’m not sending anything back!” You waved the feathery bird off, lying back down on your bed, going back to analyzing the little box. You didn’t open it, you knew there was most likely some trick to it, maybe like a bunch of glitter would shoot out, or a million tiny fireworks. They wouldn’t give you a plain present, there always had to be something mischievous added to it.
You set it down on your nightstand by your bed. Maybe you’d open it. But not now, you’ll deal with whatever happens when you open it later.
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Maybe about two hours later that bloody owl had come back. You snatched the letter and tore it open, there was no more care in you to be neat with the envelopes.
It’s a bit rude to receive our letter and not respond, I thought you’d said before that you were the one with manners, Ms. Y/L/N. How’d you like your gift? Don’t leave us waiting and wondering!
One of them had drawn a stick figure with a sad face, with tiny rows of tears falling from its eyes. You smiled at it, then stopped, going back to a straight face once you remembered who this drawing was from. You did not find the twins funny, you never will.
You stomped over to your desk, grabbing a piece of paper, a bottle of ink, and your quill, writing the only letter you would ever send them willingly.
The dinner was very nice, I’m grateful and appreciative that your mother let us come over. I thank her for that. I’m not trusting that box you gave me. I’m not sending any more letters to you two dimwits. Now, shut up and leave me alone you CREEPS!
You wrote the last word in red ink with multiple underlines, hoping they would get your message and finally leave you alone, you knew they wouldn’t, but you tried anyway. You signed your name off nicely, unbothered to put it in an envelope, you weren’t going to put a single bit of effort into anything that was for Fred and George. You gave your paper to your owl this time instead of theirs, giving her sweet words of appreciation and asking her for one extra favor.
“Bite Fred for me, or whichever twin is closer.” You smiled, sending your owl out your window and off into the air.
Only thirty minutes later your owl had returned with a letter, the same one you had sent to them, the only difference was that it had different writing on the back.
We’ll see about that. You let out an angry sigh, crumpling it up and throwing it into the bin, along with the various other purple envelopes.
You closed and locked your window, putting your owl in her cage and letting her go to bed, covering her cage with a sheet so she wouldn’t be woken up by any light. Then, you decided to go to bed as well, hoping you would sleep through any other attempts of the boys trying to piss you off by sending you letters.
Fortunately, after that it was silent. Unfortunately, your own thoughts were too loud, they were keeping you awake.
There was a small interaction you had with Fred, it lasted probably for only a minute.
You were standing in the corner of the kitchen as everyone was conversing in their own separate groups. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking to your parents, Ginny and Hermione both complaining about Ron, Ron and Harry were debating about something Quidditch related with the twins.
All the social interaction had drained you, and you really needed to be alone. You excused yourself once again to the bathroom, which was on the third floor. You stood around for a little while in the bathroom, with how talkative your parents were, you knew you wouldn’t be leaving for the next few hours.
You wondered how long you could be there, how long it would take for anybody to notice that you've been gone for an abnormally large amount of time. You realized you couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever so you left.
You reached the first floor when you realized you weren't ready to go back down where everyone was, you decided to wander down the hallway. Walking slowly and taking small steps, taking a look at each room with an open door. The rooms were a bit small but still nice, at least Ginny’s was still nice.
Her bed was neatly made, there was a wooden desk that had little trinkets lined up across it, a quill and ink sat carefully on top of some papers. Her wall had various Hogwarts and Gryffindor-related things stuck to it.
The next room was above hers, on the second floor. This one was a bit more spacious than the others. Two beds on opposite sides of the room, and another large wooden desk, the same as Ginny’s placed right in front of a window. Except this desk was messy, the whole room was messy.
Beds unmade, socks sprawled across the floor, clothes shoved poorly into their dresser drawer, some popular rock wizard bands posters terribly taped and quidditch medals pinned to the wall. Their desk had multiple crumpled-up balls of paper on it and around it, envelopes, drops, and splatters of black ink staining the glossy wood, candy wrappers, an open textbook nearly about to fall off the edge, and papers with sketches and such bad handwriting it looked like scribbles.
You fully walked into the room and went over to the desk, picking up one of the parchments that had the most eligible writing. It was a list of sweets, apparently. You’ve never heard of these before.
- CANARY CREAM
- SCREAMING YO-YO
- FEVER FUDGE
- PUKING PASTILLE
- GLOW IN THE DARK GUM
- WEATHER IN A BOTTLE
“Hasn’t your mother told you not to snoop around?” A voice asked from behind you. You jumped and turned around quickly, only to see a tall, redheaded, smirking boy leaning against the doorway.
Fred, you could tell it was him. He and George are easy to tell apart, for you at least. The way Fred carries himself, how he stands, how he looks, how he annoys you.
“Hasn’t yours told you not to sneak up on people?” You bit back. He shrugged and pushed himself away from the doorway, slowly walking towards you.
“Ah! You’ve found me and George's great ideas!” He nodded at the paper that was still in your hand. The paper that had their “great” ideas, sure.
“How are these great? Fever fudge? Puking pastille? Who would even want these? It’s sick!” You said disgustedly.
“They are sick. Literally.” He chuckled, only to get a grimace from you. “Anyways, kids who want to get out of class want these. But, we’re still working on them. Some of them haven’t worked out the way we wanted them to.” He trailed off.
“Yeah, like the canary cream.” You let out a small scoff.
“Listen, it was an accident!” Fred cried out, taking the paper from you.
“An accident you thought was hilarious.” You spat. Fred’s eyes wandered until they got stuck on a shiny piece of something in your hair. Confetti.
“Uh, you’ve got some confetti in your hair.” He pointed out. Your eyes grew wide in embarrassment, you’d been here the entire time with confetti still stuck in your hair and no one informed you about it. You took your fingers and immediately started combing through your hair.
“Did I get it?” You asked anxiously, Fred only shook his head from side to side. You repeated your actions and asked again, he repeated his again in response.
“You know what, let me just…” He mumbled, his hand reaching out to your head, plucking out the piece with caution to not pluck out a strand of your hair as well, you didn’t stop him. “There. It’s out.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile.
There was a pause between you two. Time felt like it slowed down as he removed his hand from your hair. There was a twinkle in his eye, his face glowed in the moonlight which was the only source of light in the room.
“Well, no thanks to you. You’re the one who caused it to get stuck there in the first place.” You shoved past him once again. Heading back downstairs.
Tossing, turning, constantly changing your position, removing blankets, flipping your pillows. Nothing seemed to help you get comfortable. You even tried the classic counting sheep. Nothing.
The moonlight peeked through your windows, and a large stripe of light shined on that stupid little box. You couldn’t take your eyes off it.
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We’re enemies
Imagine your enemy Fred Weasley barge into your dorm in the middle of the night waking you.
You sit up in your bed „What the hell are you doing here?“
Fred slowly walks to your bed. „Can you do me a favor“
„It’s literally 2am! What is it, Weasley?“
„Get the fuck out of my head“ He says, slamming his lips on yours
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Forget Me Not (3)
[Chapter 3]
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Word count: 2150
Warning: angst, fluff
an: the loooong awaited part 3! Sorry it took me so long, life got in the way and I was a little lost in my writers brain but i'm baaaack and it's gonna get juicier and better :)))))
Your body jolted, seemingly flinching at the action of Fred slamming his fist down on the table. You know he didn’t mean it on purpose, you knew this whole ordeal was harder on him than it was on any of you, but you couldn’t help feeling a little selfish at the fact that he still couldn’t remember anything significant about you.
After the intimate moment you had with him on the couch, holding him on your chest like you used to, tracing your fingers in his hair to help soothe him and calm him down that day, you thought that maybe he would start remembering. Maybe having a moment so similar to one you’ve had time and time again would trigger something in his brain.
However it seemed like the more time he spent with you the more frustrated he got. He got a headache everytime you were near him, every time you tried talking with him or tried to reminisce with George about the fun you guys had while at school. Fred could remember the exact scenario, remember everything he did and even George’s responses, but he couldn’t see you in any memory.
He said it was like there was a blurry figure when he tried to picture it, and then his chest started to feel tight and his head started to pound. You could tell when it started to happen. He would close his eyes, pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh deeply. Then he would slam his hand or fist down on the table, push his seat back harshly and leave the room.
It always left you feeling terrible. Terrible because you didn’t know how to help him. Terrible because you were the one causing him pain. Not on purpose, but it was clearly memories of you that were making him have these physical reactions. You wanted to comfort him, wanted to take him out into the garden like you’ve done hundreds of times and sit on the bench together, talking about everything frustrating and letting each other vent, it was your special spot. But you couldn’t. It would only cause things to get worse.
So when you heard Fred and George talking and your name get slipped into the conversation, you sat on the stairs, mouth covered by the sleeve of your jumper to help conceal your presence.
“I just don’t understand it, Georgie,” you heard the strain in Fred’s voice and you could feel your heart breaking. “Why can’t I remember her? Everyone keeps telling me how important she was to me. Merlin, she was apparently my bloody girlfriend! And if that’s true why hasn’t she told me that?”
You could hear George let out a sigh, “She is your girlfriend, Freddie, and you love her. So much, or at least you did. And she doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to be with her if you don’t remember.”
Tears brimmed your eyes, what George said holding truth. You were so desperately in love with Fred, but you were not going to force his hand if he couldn’t remember the love he had for you or all the times and intimate moments you shared together.
“It’s just, fucking bloody hell,” Fred slammed his fist against the table again, “Why does it physically fucking hurt when I think about her? Were we bad together Georgie? Was I terrible to her? Please tell me I wasn’t awful to her…she’s been so kind to me, even though I can’t remember a thing about her.
“She’s made me lunches, gotten me tea in the mornings, she even knows which jumpers are my favorite. What if I can’t remember anything about her because I was so terrible to her and I’m like, protecting myself from myself or something like that?” You could hear the wobble in Fred’s voice and you couldn’t stop the tears from silently falling down your cheeks.
“No, Freddie. No, no, you were amazing to her, so bloody good to her, and her you. Merlin you two had everything anyone would want, could almost finish each other’s sentences as well and me and you can. Honestly, Fred, you were talking about marrying her after the war was over…”
You bit the thick of your sleeve, trying to conceal the gasping sob that was threatening to escape as you listened to the plans you had no idea were being made. Fred was planning to ask you to marry him…and now he could barely remember anything about you, let alone the relationship you had built together.
You decided you’d heard enough, had hurt yourself enough eavesdropping, and tip-toed quietly to bed. You opened the door to Fred and George’s room as quietly as you could, hoping the sound of their own voices and the height you were at in the burrow was enough to conceal any creak the hinges might make.
When you closed the door, you finally allowed yourself to cry, collapsing onto Fred’s bed. He had been sleeping on the couch lately and you had taken home in his room in his place. You pulled back the quilt, sliding underneath before pulling it back up to your chin. You buried your face into his pillow, it still smelled like him; vanilla and cinnamon.
You must have fallen asleep while crying because the next thing you knew, the sun was peeking out from the curtains on the window. You stretched your arms out in front of you when you noticed something heavy slung around your waist. Your eyes shot open, seeing George completely zonked out in the bed across from you, meaning, “Freddie.”
His name came out in almost a silent whisper. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling your back impossibly closer to his chest. One of his long legs was slotted between yours, entangling your lower limbs as he subconsciously buried his face in the crook of your neck.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss waking up like this, but it had been a while since you had done so and you were not about to move yet. You closed your eyes again, relishing in the feeling of Fred against you in a way that felt so much like home. His broad shoulders and larger figure meant that he essentially engulfed you in a heated cocoon of his body and you loved every second of it.
When you heard George stirring across from you, you allowed yourself to open your eyes again. He was sitting up on the edge of his bed, hands resting on the bed beside his legs while the largest smirk was plastered on his freckled face, “Well, well, ducky. Don’t you two look cozy.”
You held up your middle finger, whisper shouting at the twin across from you, “Sod off, will ya? I just don’t want to wake him yet, he seems to actually be sleeping peacefully for once.” George held up his hands in defense, “You’re gonna have to wake him soon, I can smell mum making breakfast and she’s probably wondering where he is anyway.”
You sighed, slowly turning around in Fred’s hold as George left the room. When you finally managed to face him, Fred buried his head into your chest and pulled you closer, grabbing hold of the back of your knee and pulling it over his hip. You gasped slightly at the action, but didn’t make a move to pull away.
Light scratches to his scalp and the sound of your voice are what eventually pull Fred from his slumber. “Freddie, you’ve got to get up. Your mum’s making breakfast.” He groans, too comfortable in his current position to want to move, but he eventually pulls away from you, albeit very slowly.
You expected him to shoot away from you once he noticed his position but instead he just leaned back slightly so he could properly look you in the eyes. His hand was at the curve of your lower back, your leg still hooked over his hip, “Good morning.” He greeted you with a voice thick of sleep and you swore you could melt on the spot.
Realizing he was fully awake and speaking you went to move your leg off of him, but his hand shoots to your thigh, stopping your actions, “P-please don’t move yet, I haven’t been this comfortable since I’ve gotten home.”
He looked at you with shy eyes as you cupped his face with your hand, thumb tracing the apple of cheek, “Okay, Freddie.” He closed his eyes at your touch and you couldn’t help but trace the scar that was now prominent above his brow. The scar that represented the spell that took your Fred away from you, that erased you from his memory and left you and Fred in an emotional purgatory.
You let yourself get lost in comfortability, lost in your emotions as you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, right next to his scar. When you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. There was a silence between you, not uncomfortable but you could feel it getting thick. Fred’s eyes fell to your lips, then slowly trailed back up to meet your eyes.
You stared at each other, not sure if he was going to make the move you were so desperate for. Your faces were so close, his lips right there. He cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards slightly. Your breath hitches in your throat as you notice him leaning towards you. Your impatience got the best of you and you finished closing the gap between you, slotting your lips with a passion you had missed for months.
You weren’t sure if it was muscle memory, or if even in his forgetful state Fred was just as physically attracted to you but as soon as your lips met, it was like he couldn’t get your bodies close enough, his hand squeezing at the flesh of your thigh pulling you to straddle his lap as he turned to his back.
His other had found the back of your neck, holding your body flush to his as your hands found ground on the mattress on either side of his head. It had been so long since you kissed your boyfriend that it felt like a first kiss, your stomach in swirling butterflies, heart pounding against your chest.
Your lungs were burning but you didn’t want to pull away, the softness of his lips seemingly curing any emotional ailment you had been feeling the night before. When you finally pull away a slight whimper leaves Fred’s mouth, his hands settling on your hips as you sit on his lap.
“We’ve done that before, haven’t we?” Fred asks cheekily. You rake your teeth along your bottom lip, trying to suppress your smile, “Yes, Freddie. We’ve done that many times before.”
His hands ran idly up and down your thighs, “Well I think we should do it again, might jog my memory, yannow?”
You perked up a little, “Do you remember something, Freddie?” He shrugged his shoulders, “I remember that I really like kissing you, like love kissing you.” He laughed lightly, blocking your hand as you went to slap his chest, “C’mon, your mum’s making breakfast and we need to get down there. Any longer and she might think we’re doing dirty things.”
Fred wiggled his eyebrows, “Well we have done dirty things before, too, haven’t we?” This time you were successful in slapping his chest as you climbed off his lap. You smoothed out your pajamas and jumper as you answered him, “Yes, Freddie…we have done other things before. We’ve been…erm…were together for a long time.”
Fred frowned slightly at your correction, “We’re still together, as far as I know I never broke up with you.”
You shifted your weight on your feet, “Yeah, but you don’t exactly remember asking me out either.” Fred stood then, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close, “Well maybe you can tell me all about it after breakfast, yeah?”
You opened your mouth to respond before jumping slightly at the sound of a ‘pop’ and George appearing in the room. “Seems like every time I see you two you get cozier and cozier.”
This time it was Fred who gave his brother the finger, “Don’t be jealous that you’re alone Georgie.” You had to cover your mouth to conceal your laughter, your heart soaring at your old Fred showing his joking nature.
George waved him off, opening the bedroom door and walking downstairs. Fred grabbed your hand as he followed his twin, “C’mon, love. After breakfast we’ll go sit by the garden and you can tell me all about us, yeah? Garden seems like a beautiful and peaceful place to talk, it can be like our special spot.”
Your heart was soaring, “Yeah, Freddie, our special spot.”
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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: pre-fred weasley x reader
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and george smoke on the astronomy tower, and discuss your apparently obvious crush on his twin brother. (series masterpost)
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.
It was a cool evening in June, only a few weeks left in the school year when you snuck out of your dormitory, accompanied by George Weasley, and snuck up to the Astronomy Tower.
As you sat on the balcony, looking out at the night sky, you felt so incredibly lucky that you had stumbled into the same train car as the Weasley twins on the Hogwarts Express. Ever since that day, you had been inseparable. While Fred had been Sorted into Slytherin, you and George had both been Sorted into Ravenclaw, giving the two of you more opportunities to spend time together. You loved the twins equally, just in different ways.
George was your best friend, your confidant. You had all your classes together, played Quidditch together, lived right down the hall from one another during school. And Fred…Well, it was complicated.
He was also a dear friend, a fellow Quidditch player, someone you trusted and enjoyed spending time with immensely. But he was also impossible to be around lately, with his teasing smirks and his broad shoulders and his effortless humor.
As you had grown up together, Fred had become more than a friend, in your eyes. And it was terrifying, ridiculous, and utterly inconvenient. You had spent so long being completely content with your friendship, and then, almost out of nowhere, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t out of nowhere. Ever since you were young, Fred had always been right there. Making you laugh, hexing the boy who used to bully you in your third year, looking incredibly handsome in just about every outfit he wore, including his mother’s knitted Christmas sweaters.
As you sat with George, your mind swirled with those thoughts of Fred and how it would probably ruin your friendship with both twins if you ever pursued it, a joint burning between your fingers.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” George asked, seemingly out of nowhere, his eyes not leaving the stars as he spoke, as if it were a casual question to pose.
You choked on the smoke in your lungs, hurriedly passing him the still-lit joint to avoid dropping it on the stone floor. It took a moment to regain your ability to breathe, the question having taken you off guard enough to send you spluttering. “What? Who are you even talking about?” you retorted, tone defensive.
“You know who,” George replied, finally turning to you, a knowing look on his face. “I mean, you aren’t very subtle about it, darling.”
Your cheeks flushed, and you avoided his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s okay, y’know. I’m not jealous or anything. Remember when we ‘dated’ back in Second Year? No offense, but I didn’t exactly feel sparks the one and only time we kissed.”
Laughing, you felt yourself relax despite his little interrogation. “Really? You aren’t upset?”
“Not even a little. I think you guys would be a cute little couple,” he teased. “And you’ll still be my best friend, even if you’re shagging my brother.”
Your blush deepend, and you smacked his shoulder playfully for his crude words. You felt happiness for a moment before the feeling faded into anxiety. “I just…I don’t think he feels the same.”
George scoffed. “Look, Fred is a bit thick when it comes to girls. He doesn’t like talking about his feelings, even to me. But when he talks about you, I can see the way he lights up. He gets this stupid smile on his face…It’s actually quite gross, you know.”
He laughed, which made you laugh, too. Your head fell onto his shoulder, feeling solace in your best friend’s touch. The whole Weasley family was very affectionate, while you had grown up in a stiffer household, your grandmother was too busy comparing you and Neville to your parents to verbally praise you, let alone spare a hug when it was needed.
“Are you just saying that to make me feel better? Because false hope isn’t gonna be helpful in the long run,” you said.
George met your eye, an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. “Pinky promise, I’m not,” he said, holding out his hand.
You interlocked your pinky finger with his, relieved and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this little crush could go somewhere.
“Just…Give him time to realize it. I can try to knock some sense into him, if you want.”
You snort. “I can’t believe you’re his voice of reason. No wonder you two get into so much trouble.”
George poked your ribs, a mock-offended gasp slipping from his mouth. “Rude! I got into Ravenclaw, I clearly must have some reasoning skills, otherwise we need to call up the Sorting Hat and tell it that it fucked up.”
You laugh, and finish the rest of the joint between you two before standing, ready to sneak back to the dorms. The Common Room door opened with the answer to a simple riddle, and the usually bustling space was empty and silent, a perk of the late night adventure.
“So, what am I supposed to do now?” you asked.
“Instead of not-so-secretly pining for him, why don’t you actually flirt?” George replied.
The idea of flirting with Fred felt unnatural, but you realized that the way you two acted already could be easily translated into flirtatious behavior; the teasing, the physical affection. It wouldn’t be weird for you to let your touch linger, or crack a joke about finding him attractive. Small steps wouldn’t immediately alert him to a change in your behavior, but might help him realize there was a spark forming. As usual, George had brilliant plans.
Before heading to your dorm, you turned back to give him a hug. “Thank you,” you whispered.
“Any time,” he replied, pressing a quick to your forehead before tiptoeing back to his own room.
In your bed, you thought over the conversation, feeling a whirlwind of emotions: First, embarrassment that you had been read so easily; but more importantly, hope and excitement at the idea that Fred could like you, want you the same way. What had once felt like an impossible fantasy now seemed much closer.
The school year was coming to a close, and you had already planned to spend part of your summer break at the Weasley’s home, which would give you more of an opportunity to spend time with Fred, and to explore what could become of your relationship.
It took some time for you to fall asleep, too giddy to relax, but you eventually settled and dreamt of freckled shoulders, hands in your hair, and hushed laughter.
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Bad Liar (Chapter Five) - Fred Weasley
A/N: ahhhh xD I have no idea how this turned out! I hope you guys like it though :D
Prompt List
Warnings: Adrian Pucey, I think that’s it xD let me know if I missed anything though
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)
Your name: submit What is this?
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Bad Liar
Did all my dreams never mean one thing?
Does happiness lie in a diamond ring?
Oh, I've been asking
Oh, I've been asking for problems, problems, problems
“(Y/N), are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” you were snapped out of your thoughts and looked back to your friend. “Uh- y-yes” you insisted.
“Really? What was I talking about?” Angelina smirked.
“Um… about… the Yule Ball” you tried.
“Lucky guess” she glared at you. “Merlin, could you be more in love with him?” she laughed.
“W-what?” you asked, nervously. How does she know?
“Fred! You can’t stop staring at him” Katie intervened. Right, you’re ‘dating’, so nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. “I think is so sweet” she smiled.
“Yes, you look so much happier with him than you ever did with Cedric” Angelina added.
“Really?” you asked, smiling a little.
“Yes! Fred treats you like you’re the only thing that matters to him” Katie told you.
“That’s not true” you said, feeling your cheeks burn before you felt a small paper ball hit you on the head. You turned to see where it came from and saw Fred smiling at you from the other side of the classroom. Fred looked back at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn’t looking and then he started motioning to you so you would get his message. He pointed at you, then he made a stupid little dance, and then he pointed at himself, mouthing the words: ‘You. Ball. Me.’ You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help to laugh a little and nodded at him. “Yes” you nodded with a big smile that Fred returned before winking at you. “What?” you asked looking back at your friends who had their eyebrows raised at you.
“You were saying?” Katie smirked.
“Shut up!” you insisted, relieved when Professor Snape released the class and you all made your way to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn’t long before Fred caught up with you and your friends.
“Hi, sweetheart” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I got this for you” he said, placing two chocolate chip cookies.
“Oi! Those were mine!” you heard the faint voice of Ron not so far from you.
“Thank you, Freddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.
“What were you ladies talking about?” he asked, holding your hand and you closer to him.
“Nothing-” you started.
“Actually” Angelina interrupted you. “We were talking about how cute you two are” she smirked at you too and you rolled your eyes.
“Why, thanks, Angie” Fried smiled, kissing your forehead and smiling dreamily at you. “I believe so” he stated. “Don’t you, darling?”
“O-of course” you chuckled nervously as you finally reached the room where you had to wait for Professor McGonagall.
“Settle down everyone” Professor McGonagall said walking inside the room. You were standing on one side of the room with Angelina and Katie as the boys stood on the other side of the room. “Now, the Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance” she stated as groans emerged from the boys’ side and the girls seemed a lot more excited. “Silence” Professor McGonagall continued. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons” she warned.
“Try saying that five times faster” George whispered to Fred making the guys laugh.
“Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight” she said looking at the girls.
“Something’s about to burst out of Hilary but I don’t think it’s a swan” Ron whispered to Seamus, and they laughed.
“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance” Professor McGonagall said glaring at Ron. “Mr. Weasley, will you be so kind to join me?”
Ron’s smile fell from his face as Professor McGonagall pulled him up to dance. You saw the faces of Harry, George, and Fred and you were trying really hard to contain your own laugh.
“Now, place your right hand on my waist” she told him.
“W-where?” Ron asked nervously.
“My waist, Mr. Weasley” Professor McGonagall repeated. Ron did as he was told and heard a wolf whistle coming from the crowd that you knew came from Fred. He turned to glare at the exact direction where he knew it came from and saw Harry trying to hide a laugh while the twins smirked at him. “Now, bend your arm. Mr. Filch” she said. Filch put on the record player and the music started. “And… one, two, three… one, two, three…” she repeated dancing around with Ron who was not having the best time of his life. Fred mocked his little brother, dancing with George as he smiled brightly at you, as you tried extremely hard not to laugh. He really loved this girl.
“Promise me you will never let him forget this” Harry leaned down to whisper to the twins.
“Never” they both said at the same time.
“Now, everybody, come together” Professor McGonagall said as she kept on dancing.
“May I have this dance, love?” Fred said, bowing in front of you, and you giggled loudly before taking his hand.
“Of course, Freddie” you said sweetly as you started dancing around the room.
“So…” he said, getting your attention. “I’ve been thinking-”
“Really? Well, that’s a first” you mocked him and he glared at you.
“Do you want to know, or not?”
“Sorry, continue” you smiled.
“Well, since this is the last Hogsmeade, I thought maybe we could… go on a date” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the blush rushing to his cheeks.
“Y-you… you want to go on a date with me?”
“Well, you know, given that… I’m your boyfriend and… we’re going to the Yule Ball and all” he chuckled. “It occurred to me that we never really had a date” he told you as you raised your eyebrow at him. “Fine! Ginny and Hermione asked me about our first date and when they found out we haven’t been in one, Ginny nearly kills me” he admitted.
“Fred, you don’t have to take me out on a date” you giggled.
“I know I don’t have to but, firstly, you deserve it. I mean I would even be a worse boyfriend than Diggory if I don’t take you out on a date” he explained.
“That’s sweet, Freddie” you smiled. “What’s the second motive?”
“Ginny terrifies me and she said she would actually kill me if I don’t” he quickly said.
“Well, I wouldn’t want her to kill my boyfriend and only prospect date for the Yule Ball” you chuckled. “So, I’d love to go on a date with you” you told him, trying as hard as you could to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled brightly at you.
“Great” he said, trying to contain his own excitement. “It’s a date, then” he smiled.
“It’s a date.”
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You stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear after you and your friends bought the perfect dresses for the Yule Ball. You were nervously waiting for Fred to arrive so the two of you could go on your first official date. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Fred. your best friend since you first arrived at Hogwarts. But now, suddenly, everything had changed.
You felt butterflies every time he smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burning when he complimented you or he kissed you. You thought it was probably because your last relationship ended up being a shitshow and Fred was the first person to show you any kind of love. Even a better love than Cedric ever did. So, you decided that today you were going to rationally organize your feelings for Fred. Because you could not be in love with your best friend, right? So the only logical thing to do is to take feelings out of this and just, think about it instead.
“Hey, love” you heard that beautiful voice behind you. Okay, this may be harder than you thought.
“Hi, Freddie” you smiled, turning around and smiling at him.
“What are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, taking off his scarf and placing it around your neck. And here come the stupid butterflies.
“W-well, I was just waiting for you” you told him. “It is chaos in there” you said, waving at the store. “There are a billion girls trying on different dresses, if you went in, you’re never coming out” you told him.
“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you” he said, holding your hand and pulling you away. “Wait, where is your bag? Did you not get a dress?”
“I did, but Angelina took it with her” you told him.
“Why?”
“Because it’s a surprise and I knew that if I had it with me you would take it out and see it” you smiled.
“That’s not-!” he started. “Okay, yeah, that does sound like me” he laughed.
“So, where are we going?” you questioned, intrigued.
“Well, don’t worry, we are not going to Madam Puddifoot’s because I know you hated your dates there with Diggory” he told you.
“Y-you remember that?”
“Of course, I do” he said as if it was nothing. “So, instead, I thought we could go to Zonko’s, Toms and Scrolls, Honeydukes, and then the Three Broomsticks” he suggested.
“Really?” you asked excitedly.
“Yeah” Fred said, getting nervous all of the sudden. “W-would you rather do something else? I knew I should have asked you, but Hermione said-”
“Fred” you stopped him, kissing his cheek. “That sounds like a great date!” you smiled.
“Yeah?” Fred smiled at you.
“Yeah” you nodded as Fred kissed your forehead.
After visiting all your favorite Hogsmeade spots, you were now sitting in a booth at the Three Broomsticks and Fred brought two butterbeers to the table. Your nerves quickly faded away with Fred. Because this was still Fred. He was still your best friend. And you were now 100% sure that you were in love with him.
“So… all of the sweets are to make you ill?” you asked as Fred explained to you his latest invention with George while the two of you ate your Honeydukes candy. The Skiving Snackbox.
“Yes, not seriously ill, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. They're double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway. So far we have Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles” he said, happily.
“Freddie, those sound brilliant!” you said, munching on a Sugar Quill. “You and George are really geniuses, you know that, right?”
“I think you’re probably the only person who’s ever called us that, love” he chuckled, eating another Chocolate Frog.
“I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last” you smiled, sitting closer to him. “Um… Freddie?”
“Yeah?”
You felt your heart beating a bit faster when he smiled at you, with a bit of foam on his upper lip and you cleaned it with your napkin. You wanted to tell him.
“I uh-” you wanted to say that you loved him and that you wanted this to be your first actual date. But instead, something else came out. “I have to go to the bathroom” you chickened out. “I’ll be right back” you smiled nervously, getting out of the booth.
Fred sighed, hoping that he hadn’t made anything weird. He had actually been looking forward to today all week. Well, if he was being honest, longer than that. A lot longer. He thought he might just see where you stood with him after a date and maybe he would get the courage to tell you that he wanted this to be your actual first date. Everything had been perfect so far, and he had been dying to kiss you since he picked you up in front of Gladrags Wizardwear.
“Well, isn’t this sweet?”
Fred was snapped out of his thoughts when a very unpleasant, yet familiar voice sat on the booth in front of him.
“What do you want, Pucey?”
“Relax, Weasel, I come in peace” he said, grabbing one of your Sugar Quills and Fred glared at him. “My bad, Weasley” he corrected with a smirk. “Sorry, force of habit. But, I do come in peace-”
“I seriously doubt that” Fred told him.
“Look, mate, I’m just looking out for you” he said, starting to eat your Sugar Quill.
“You’re looking out for me?” Fred asked with an angry chuckle.
“Yes, mate, I don’t think it’s fair, the way (Y/N)’s using you” he said.
“(Y/N)’s not using me” Fred said defensively.
“Isn’t she? Then why are you pretending to date her?”
“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not pretending. We’re in a relationship, no matter how that breaks your… well whatever it is you have instead of a heart” Fred told him.
“Uh-huh. So, that’s why she was Diggory’s treasure in the last task?”
“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“I do, mate. She’s just going to use you until Diggory wants her back and then she’s gonna dump you” Adrian shrugged.
“That’s not true” Fred said, rolling his eyes.
“Isn’t it? Then I guess I’m wrong and the two of you are completely and madly in love” he smirked, taking a bite of the sweet.
“I really don’t get why this is any of your business or why you insist that (Y/N) and I are not dating-”
“You’re not” Adrian added.
“But, I can assure you that we are very happy with each other” Fred told him, starting to feel a bit on edge.
“That’s not what I asked you is it?” Adrian smirked. “See, I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. You have that stupid face whenever she comes near you. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you” he explained. “So, that means that this whole ‘thing’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “It’s until she gets bored. Dumps you, and runs back to Diggory.”
“Why the fuck would you even care? You need to leave (Y/N) alone-”
“Or what?” he snickered. “This whole ‘jealous boyfriend’ thing is not a very good color on you, Weasley” Adrian sighed.
“Is this because she hates you? Because you would probably be the last person she would date? Because you’re really not helping your case by being here and telling me all this” Fred told him.
“She doesn’t hate me. Trust me” Adrian told him, glaring at him a little.
“I think that out of the two of us, I know her pretty well” Fred said. “And believe me, she does” he smirked.
“How well do you actually know her, Weasley?” Adrian said, returning the smirk. “Because I will admit, if you are at least getting those benefits out of this, I might be just a little bit jealous” he said, noticing Fred’s cheeks and ears turning red.
“Get the fuck out of my table” Fred said, smashing his fist against the table. “I swear, Pucey, if you speak about (Y/N) like that again, I will kill you with my bare hands” he said between clenched teeth. Adrian simply smiled at Fred and stole another one of your Sugar Quills.
“Fine. I’ll leave” he said as if it was nothing. “But when she gets tired of you and runs back to Diggory, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, Weasel” he said before getting up.
Fred took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you came back. He didn’t want you to see him like this, even if you would probably notice something was wrong like you did whenever he was upset. I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you. He hated to admit it but, Adrian was probably right. Not about the part of you using him, of course, he had agreed to do this with you. But what was going to happen once this whole thing was over? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to just go back to being your friend. But what was he supposed to do? You didn’t love him back. Probably worse than Adrian being right, George was right. All along. He kept saying that this was the worst idea but he still did it. And now, he wasn’t sure how to out. Because he didn’t want to get out. But he knew you would.
“Hey” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts and sitting down next to him again. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line” you lied. You were trying to think of the best way to tell Fred that you were in love with him. But now his mood seemed to have shifted. “Is… everything okay?”
“Yeah” Fred quickly said, clearing his throat. But you could tell he was lying.
“Are you sure? You seem upset-”
“I’m fine, (Y/N)” he insisted. (Y/N). Not ‘love’ as he usually called you. Even more, now that the two of you were dating. You knew he was hiding something. Which was what really worried you. Fred never lied to you. “I’m gonna get something else to drink, okay?” he asked, getting up and walking away before you could respond.
“O-okay” you said, deflated. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to tell him after all.
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“I’m in love with Fred!”
“BLOODY HELL!” George jumped, sitting up on his bed. “What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if I had been naked?”
“I would have been scarred for life! Did you hear what I just said!”
“You can’t just barge in on me like that! What if I was taking a huge dump!”
“Well, you weren’t!”
“But what if I was?”
“Then, gross! Did you fucking hear what I said!”
“Yes, yes. You’re in love with Fred” he rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry to dump this on you, it’s just… well, everyone else thinks I’m already in love with him, you know? And now I am and I don’t know what to do! I didn’t see this coming!”
“Really? You didn’t think that pretending to date someone, holding hands, hugging, and kissing as much as you two do would make you develop feelings for him?”
“No…” you insisted but George glared at you. “Okay, fine! You were right! You said one of us would end up falling for the other and those feelings would not be reciprocated and IT HAPPENED!” you said, freaking out. “I’m the one! I’m the one who fell for Fred and now I don’t know what to do!”
“(Y/N), calm down. You’re overreacting!” he laughed.
“OVERREACTING?! No! George, I fucked up! We promised we wouldn’t do this! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be with Fred anymore, but I also don’t want to break up with him because… well, I do want to be with him! But that’s not fair to him! That would be extremely selfish of me so… what do I do now?”
“Well… you could… tell him how you feel?” George suggested.
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or… or, I don’t tell him and then I save myself from embarrassment when he rejects me!” you said, slapping his arm.
“So what is your plan then, to fake date him until he falls in love with you?”
“Do you think that could work?”
“(Y/N), this is ridiculous! Just talk to him and sort this out so you can both admit that you love each other and stop driving me crazy!” he snapped, widening his eyes when he realized what he had just said. He hoped he was wrong, but the look on your face told him that he had just fucked up.
“What did you just say?” you asked nervously.
“Uh... um... n-nothing! I said nothing at all!” he panicked.
“George!”
“I just said that you should tell Fred that you love him-!”
“No, no, no.... the, um, the... love 'each other' part?”
“E-each other? I don’t recall saying anything about each other-”
“Oh, Merlin!” you gasped. “Fred- Fred’s in love with me?”
“Did I- uh? Did I say that? I don’t think I’ve said that!”
“George!”
“Alright, fine! You two are a couple of idiots that are ridiculously in love with each other and are too idiots to notice!”
“W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he… want to go out with me? R-really? Not this fake thing we’ve been doing?”
“Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something!”
“George, this is serious!”
“Look, if Fred finds out that I told you this, he’s going to kill me!”
“If you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll kill you!” you smiled sweetly at him.
“Fine” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”
“How long has Fred been in love with me?”
“Probably since the day we met you on the Hogwarts Express, but he admitted it to me a few years ago” he said. “You didn’t really notice? You’re the only one he lets call him ‘Freddie’” he said.
“That’s not true, you call him Freddie!”
“Yes, whenever I make fun of you!”
“W-well, why didn’t he ever say anything to me?”
“Why do you think, (Y/N)? For the exact same reason you were just freaking out about him finding out you love him” he explained. “He didn’t want to make things weird between you two” he told you. “That’s also why he kind of distanced himself from you when you were dating Diggory” he said, rolling his eyes a little.
“Oh, Merlin” you said, sitting on one of the desks. “Then… w-why did he agree to pretend to date me? Now I feel horrible” you told him.
“See, this is why I said it was a bad idea. I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want him to get hurt because I knew the more time he would spend with you, the more he would fall for you. I must admit though, you falling in love with him was a plot twist” he smirked.
“Shut up!” you glared at him. “Wait, so… this is a good thing!”
“What is?”
“I love Fred and he loves me so… I just have to talk to him so we can be together… but you know, seriously this time” you told him.
“Really?” he glared at you. “That’s the first thing I told you to do and you yelled at me and you slapped my arm!”
“Well, that was before I knew Fred loved me too!”
“Okay, so… now you know” he smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
“That’s a good question! I mean, I’m gonna tell him, but how should I tell him?”
“For Merlin’s sake! Just walk over to him and tell him!”
“What if I do it at the Yule Ball? Don’t you think that would be romantic?”
“Sure, whatever ends this conversation” George said, exasperated.
“George!” you glared at him.
“What do you want me to say?” he laughed.
“Okay, that’s fair” you sighed. “I’ll tell him at the Yule Ball. I’ve decided” you smiled.
“Brilliant” he smiled, trying to be supportive.
“Just, do me a favor?”
“What’s that, love?”
“Don’t tell Fred” you told him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
“George! I promise I will tell him!”
“Okay!”
“I’m not joking, George. You have to pinky promise me!”
“Fine!” he said, sticking out his pinky. “I pinky promise!”
“You know that this is bigger than an unbreakable vow, right?”
“How is this big than an unbreakable vow? If you break an unbreakable vow you die!”
“Yeah, but if you break my pinky promise, I will kill you in a much more painful way than any unbreakable vow ever could” you said staring at him dead in the eyes. “Got it, Weasley?” you asked, glaring at him and George tried to not look as nervous as he actually was.
“G-got it!”
To Be Continued
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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]
A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 6?! xD I think this story has two or three chapters tops left, depending on the inspo I have (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)
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Unexpected Part 9
Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader
Summary: Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Griffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl that sends his nerves wild.
A/N: ugh finally the next part is here!!! ive been busy but im so glad this one’s done :)
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Sprinting at full speed through the halls, Fred glanced at his watch again as he dodged a couple of first years. Five minutes to ten, he was cutting it fine. Papers fell from his clumsily packed bag as he rounded a corner, ignoring the yells and complaints from people he dodged.
His legs were starting to ache from all the running, but he powered through. Why did Hogwarts have to be so damn big?
Finally the library doors were in sight. Stopping to catch his breath by the entrance, Fred tried to straighten himself out the best he could. Was his heart beating so fast from the running or the nerves? Oh Godric his palms were sweating.
It was a spectacular library, he’d credit that – only, he didn’t visit it often. Some said it was because the twins never studied, others rumoured that they didn’t even know where it was. Truth be told, Fred didn’t like being in the library all that much; it was quiet and boring and had so many rules, and whenever he did study (which was more often than people speculated), he much preferred to do so elsewhere.
Fred weaved his way around the room, checking faces at every table he could find. He looked around the rows of desks and between the towering bookcases and everywhere else he knew to look. But his tutor was nowhere to be seen. Checking his watch once more, Fred let out a deep sigh. Ten minutes past ten – late.
She’d left already because of his tardiness, and all of that effort was for nothing.
His bag hit the ground with a low thud, along with his hopes. Fred grunted in frustration. Brilliant, he thought to himself, screwed everything up before you’d even started.
“I told you not to be late.”
Fred jumped at the unexpected interruption, picking his head up and spinning around.
There she was, leaning against the bookshelf just behind him. She looked so different in her casual wear; black jeans, blue converse, and a summery cream-coloured blouse. Quite different from the Slytherin robes he’d only ever seen her in (and, if we’re being honest, she looked much less intimidating). “I-I couldn’t find you…” he said, but he suspected excuses wouldn’t do him any favours.
She examined him for a minute, contemplating the guilty expression on his face, before turning around and walking away.
Fred’s heart sank to his feet, watching as she rounded the corner – he’d definitely blown it.
“Aren’t you coming?” He heard, and he barely stopped to think before he grabbed his back and jogged to follow, his heart stuttering as he caught up.
(Y/N) lead him to a small table at the far end of the library, away from prying eyes and distractions. It was a small, square-ish desk in the middle of the isle, between two tall bookcases containing countless books and theorems labelled from alchemy to occultism. She had already set her things down and took a seat, raising a brow as he stood there.
Quickly, Fred sat in the chair beside her, yet again being consumed by her ashen aroma; this time, he noticed her perfume was different, the floral fragrance of roses replaced with the sweet scent of vanilla. The combination would quickly become his favourite. “Um… thank you, for er- for helping me out,” he expressed as he fiddled with the end of his shirt, “I-I appreciate it.” Oh Merlin stop his heart from beating so hard.
She gave him a soft smile that eased his nerves, pulling out a book from the things on the table. “You need it,” she said with a smirk, drawing out a laugh from him. “I thought we’d start with Tarot…”
Two hours later, Fred was staring down at what (Y/N) had called the ‘Rainbow Spread’ – seven rows of cards laid out across the desk as he tried to decipher the meanings. They’d spent the previous hour going over the meanings (and reverse meanings) of the cards and how to interpret them. He’d taken simplified notes and shuffled the deck more times than he could count, and (Y/N) had been helpfully encouraging him as they went.
Strange how it all works out; he’d come for a sly study-date and actually ended up learning something.
His heart leapt every time she leaned over to point at something on the desk, breath caught in his throat when she rested her hand on his arm, face flushing when she smiled or laughed. Merlin he was really in deep. Once he’d even managed the courage to rest his arm along the back of her chair, thanking Godric Gryffindor himself for sparing him some bravery.
“You’ve been doing really well, Fred.” Said (Y/N) as they packed away their things.
Fred could feel hope lighting his chest, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks,” he quietly replied, looking for something to say, “you um… you’re a good teacher, y’know… half the time I never know what Trelawny’s going on about.” He laughed, passing the girl her deck of cards.
(Y/N) shook her head, grabbing her bag instead. “Keep them, I have more.”
The tips of his ears reddened as he put the pack in his pocket. He was cute when he blushed – but (Y/N) would never tell him that so sincerely. “I’ll see you next week, Fred.” She promised, sending him a wink, making the redness travel all the way down to his neck.
Next week couldn’t come soon enough.
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Serendipity Masterlist
summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.
series status: ongoing
“serendipity is the phenomenon of discovering something interesting or valuable by chance”
no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18. and bellatrix isn't mattheo's mother in this fic (just fyi)
pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader
general warning(s): 18+ content, angst, fluff, some canon compliance, some canon divergence, typical wizarding world violence, war, torture, drugging, hospitals, familial problems, mean!harry, mean!ron....
** indicates smut warning
~∞~ chapter one
chapter summary: on the trainride to your sixth year, your friends give you a proposition that you can't refuse.
~∞~ chapter two
chapter summary: it's your first day back as a sixth year student. Classes are more intense and your first lesson with Mattheo ensues.
~∞~ chapter three
chapter summary: the first Hogsmeade trip of the year has a rather unpleasant ending.
~∞~ chapter four
chapter summary: after you end up confined to the Hospital Wing, you're surprised when Professor Dumbledore pays you a visit.
~∞~ chapter five
chapter summary: Mattheo has been avoiding you. You find and confront him after a frustrating week.
~∞~ chapter six **
chapter summary: the growing tension between you and Mattheo snaps. He reveals something about yourself that you has scarcely any prior knowledge of.
~∞~ chapter seven
chapter summary: joyful dinner parties and a switch in point of view. Two juxtaposing starts to the christmas holidays.
~∞~ chapter eight **
chapter summary: you're given plenty of revelations: all equally as daunting as the other.
~∞~ chapter nine
chapter summary: Ginny ambushes you in the library and Ron's birthday is off to a delirious start.
~∞~ chapter ten
chapter summary: in the aftermath of Ron's poisoning, Harry learns a thing or two about where your loyalties lie when he overhears your private conversation with the headmaster.
~∞~ chapter eleven
chapter summary: intent on avoiding him, you underestimate just how desperate Mattheo is to be around you.
~∞~ chapter twelve
chapter summary: new friendships are formed and you finally learn to control your abilities. Mattheo comes to a life altering realisation.
~∞~ chapter thirteen **
chapter summary: idk how to summarise this but i will say it's pure smut...enjoy
~∞~ chapter fourteen
chapter summary: friendships are rekindled and you save Draco from certain death in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, igniting your powers in the process.
~∞~ chapter fifteen
chapter summary: now fully recovered, Draco has a task to complete. The fate of the Wizarding World hangs in the precipice of his actions.
~∞~ chapter sixteen
chapter summary: after a startling and gutting discovery. secrets are revealed and alliances are questioned as Voldemort's tyranny begins to fester into the beginnings of another war.
~∞~ chapter seventeen
chapter summary: Dumbledore's funeral reveals new allies as you navigate a world without its protector.
~∞~ chapter eighteen (coming soon!!)
series oneshots/headcannons:
~∞~ tulips & starlight – valentines day drabble
~∞~ serendipity hcs (mattheo) – a glimpse at his life pre sixth year
~∞~ invisible string – bonus scene from chapter 16 **
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Fred Weasley as a boyfriend 💥🦁
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Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.
Dating this troublemaker yet funnier and sexy twin could include:
👨🏻🦰🪦🧹
He's very affectionate in a playful kind of way, for example, he can pick you up like a ragdoll and would playfully threaten to throw you in the black lake, tackle hugs, rest his chin right on top of your head because he's built like a tree, smacks your ass, pinch your cheeks and harmless prank here and there to make you laugh.
He's lowkey the jealous type but plays it off well and hides it away from you because if you caught him jealous he knows you'll never drop it.
Still flirts and tease you like you guys aren't already dating. Sending a wink and smile your way and whispering dirty yet clever pickup lines all the time to see you blush.
Him being lowkey a bad influence on you by taking you along and breaking the school rules to pull pranks, but somehow the best memories that the two of you have together are of breaking rules and being silly teenagers together.
Pulling faces, sending notes, hitting you with paper balls at you during classes to get your attention if he isn't sitting next to you, because if there's anything that Fred loves most it's your attention.
You guys have a deal, he teaches you how to juggle, cartwheel and cast cool spells in return for you helping him with his school work.
He loves PDA and is not ashamed of it and would pull it anywhere he could, in some occasions he's gotten told to keep his hand off you just for an hour until class ends by numerous different professors.
The both of you have a special place where you're able to just hold each other and snog whenever you feel like it, so to mark the place Fred carved both of your initials inside of a big heart on a nearby tree by that spot so everyone knows who this place belongs to.
Stealing all of his knitted sweaters and hoodies because they're much larger on you, but then he asks Molly to make one for you this Christmas with your initial on it and you got super excited that you wear it every day for a month.
Likes when you call him Freddie, Baby, Good-looking, Spitfire, or Casanova (you call him that before the both of you started dating and still use it at times).
He calls you cute nicknames like Baby, Lover-Girl, Sexy, or Sunshine.
His love language is probably quality time because spending time with you and making memories with you is what he cherishes most.
He stares at you all the time and can't keep his eyes off you, one time he full-on ditched his school work and was looking at you focusing on your own thing while he plays with your ponytail the entire time.
Molly adores you because of how much the both of you bonded through food, she teaches you how to make Fred's favorite meal and she encourages you to stay over at the burrow as much as possible because to be honest, she likes how Fred is when you're around and Molly may or may not like you more than Fred.
Asks for messages after a rough Quidditch practice or games that usually elevate to something more... a.k.a sex.
He asks for your opinion on the joke shop products he and George have come up with but doesn't dare make you try them because he doesn't want to see you hurt or be embarrassed.
Dance party inside his shared dorm room with snacks when everyone is away and blaring out his phonograph with the weird sister's newest record player album.
Him sneaking into your shared dorm room quietly and frequently because he wants to sleep with you and not in his own bed, so it's not unusual for your roommates to see a shirtless Fred cuddling you in the morning.
Joking and confusing new people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends? (but in the end, he can't keep his hands off you anyways so they're bound to know)
Him leaving all of his classes early just so he can meet you outside and escort you to your next class so he can have those extra moments with you.
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Young
⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst
⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader
⊹ themes: Friends to lovers
⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.
⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.
⊹ word count: 1.7k
⊹ a/n: I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm.
Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated.
This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.
“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued.
“You’re just a little too young for me.”
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He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself.
You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.
“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.
“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.
“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”
“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”
-
It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention.
The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.
I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.
“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand
“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely
“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.
“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”
“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”
“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed
You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”
“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms
To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.
He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.
“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”
I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.
-
I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.
“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”
“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”
“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”
Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.
We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.
What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.
I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.
“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through
“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-
“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.
He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond.
“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.
He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”
It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.
“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added
“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.”
“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.
He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.
“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”
I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand.
End
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Y/n: [standing outside George's window with a "PROM?" sign]
Fred: [leaning out the window] Oh, my God, YES!
Y/n: NO! TELL GEORGE!
Fred: George, I'm going to prom with your girlfriend!
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being the significant other of people on the quidditch team
summary // short little headcannons of what it would be like to be the s/o of golden trio era quidditch players
warnings // mentions of celebratory sex 😝 i can make a more nsfw version y’all like this 🤭
authors note // hi i’m gonna be active again!! i will def post a marauders era version of this too
golden era:
harry potter
harry likes inviting you to watch him practice while you do your homework, especially when it’s warmer out
he swears he does better at practice when you’re there
you love seeing his concentrated face when oliver is giving him pointers on maneuvering his broom in new ways to be faster when he spots the snitch
you love the crinkle in his nose that he has when he’s spotted the wings and is trying to figure out where it has gone next
he’s got to be so cute when he wins
like seeing you in the stands after he catches the snitch?? UGH!!!
i feel like he would have a little signal or motion or something he would do during a game when he sees you to let you know that he’s thinking of you
think like blowing a kiss or something of the sort
he would do it right before the whistle is blown and maybe even when he’d catch the snitch to let you know that he won for you
i don’t think he’d ever let you forget that he LOVES when you’re beaming at him from the stands, even when all of gryffindor is cheering for him, all he can think of is your smile and laugh
he would love celebratory one-on-one time. harry is NOT a super big partier after every single game, he’d rather spend quiet time with you in the common room just enjoying how you feel in his arms
the greatest prize for him is just time with the person he loves the most
i get this headcannon a lot with james, and i think harry has it too where he LOVES seeing you in his jersey 🫢
he’d find you so hot beautiful wearing his name plastered on his back
fred weasley
fred loves to make a total show out on the field for you
he winks at you every time he smacks a beater into that guy from slytherin who just won’t take the hint that you’re his girl
he loves impressing you on his broom, doing tricks and goofing off just to make you smile
this guy is the total opposite of harry when it comes to how he likes to spend time after winning
fred is the life of the party. he’s so hyper and excited when he wins and he loves to take it out on you
if he can catch your hand after gryffindor rushes out onto the field, he’ll whisper something about meeting him near the bathroom in 15 minutes
if we’re talking celebratory sex, fred weasley is the king
he relishes in winning and getting your kind reassurances that he did a good job and that you’re proud of him
“freddie, let me give you a proper celebration, hm?”
“say no more, darling.”
fred loves to celebrate not only with you, but with everyone in gryffindor
he is so cocky and full of himself but in the most charming and sexy way
he knows he deserves the attention
he would be dragging you to parties after games and making you take shots to celebrate his victory
“cmon, love, just one drink f’me? i did so well on the field for you, let me get my pretty girl all hot and bothered like i was lookin at her in the stands…”
george weasley
george has never really showed off during practice than when you happen to walk by the quidditch pitch when you first started dating
some feeling took over him when he saw you in your cute scarf and hands in your pockets, grinning at him with a scrunched nose
he just had an instinct to speed up and down the pitch, spinning on his broom towards you and hard stopping right next to you to peck you on the cheek
he didn’t have to look behind him as he went to join the rest of his team to know your cheeks had flushed and you had frozen in place
that was the first form of pda between you two and you knew he only did it because he just couldn’t help himself
he somehow always finds a way of twisting his own victory into celebrating you
he’d find a reason to buy YOU a gift because HE won his match
this sick twisted adorable little game of his always has you preemptively trying to avoid getting presents from him
“george, why are you buying ME a necklace when YOU won your match?”
“just think of it as my reward for doing such a good job, hm? i get to see my princess wearing jewelry a winner got for her. just makes me wanna keep making her proud.”
george is a happy mix of celebrating with just you and with the entire house of gyffindor
he can get behind a massive function after a well deserved win (aka any time gyffindor beats slytherin)
unlike fred, he doesn’t have all that energy built up needing to be released right after a game
he lets his victory deep into him all the way before he celebrates with sex
he’s so sweet and intimate normally, but some sort of switch turns on when he is successful in a match
he takes his time basking in a victory, and slow and loving sex turns him on so much
draco malfoy
he’s very nonchalant when you pass by him during practice, he knows he doesn’t need to impress you and boy does he have fun being a cocky son of a bitch about it
“darling, i could do tricks for you on the pitch, but you know i don’t need to do anything except look at you to get your heart all funny.”
he likes that you give him his space when he plays because he lets you in on every other part of his life, and he appreciates that you understand he likes having something that is reserved just for him
draco is a very possessive boyfriend (it’s not new information, i know)
he thinks it’s so hot when you wear his jersey to his game
you’d surprise him in his dorm, just the two of you, before he heads to his game, wearing his name on your back and smiling and he’d just freeze
you would get scared for a moment, thinking you did something wrong and that it was too much too soon
but that fear would dissipate in a few seconds as he cracked a stupid grin and peppered kisses all over your face and neck, telling you how good you looked
he’ll pull you into his arms after his game when everyone is on the pitch and says lowly in your ear
“merlin, you have no idea what you’re in for when none of these people are watching us. you were such a distraction, baby.”
draco isn’t a very clingy person, and typically he’s not very grandiose about your relationship
so when slytherin is partying after a victory, he’s not all over you the whole night
he’ll let you talk to your friends and you let him celebrate with his team
but he never loses his manners
i bet his mama taught him that
he’ll come up to you offering to refill your drink, asking if you need anything, firmly holding your hips to his when he talks to you and promising he’ll check up on you in 20 minutes before he gives you a departing squeeze to your hand
he knows the two of you had your fun right after the game in the locker room and will probably mess around a little more after the party to celebrate his win
oliver wood
quidditch is life for him. you know how important the sport is and you respect how seriously he takes it
it doesn’t go unnoticed whatsoever
he can see you trying your best to keep up with his rants and intently listening to his words, even if you weren’t quite sure what all of them meant
he never gave up the chance to rant to you about a recent match he watched or an idea for a new play
he appreciated that you attempted to absorb his words, and just knowing that you were happy to sit and listen to him talk for ages sent a sweet tightening feeling to his chest
oliver would be the type to try and teach you how to ride a broom and tell you that you were amazing at flying even if it was terribly obvious you and a broomstick was a disaster waiting to happen
“you’re a natural, y/n!”
“oliver, i love you, but please don’t lie like that to my face.”
“but you look so adorable after you’ve fallen into the mud- ow! don’t pinch me! this is my scoring arm.”
oliver shamelessly invited you to come to every single practice he held so you could see him in his element
he always had the cheekiest grin on his face when he won, and it kept with him when he met back up with you
he had the most incredibly stupid little victory dance and you thought it was so cute
once, for christmas, you bought him golden snitch boxers you thought were so funny that you could have sworn he’d thrown away
he genuinely wore them because they were from you (and also they were surprisingly soft and stretchy)
you knew he actually wore them because on laundry days, you would see them pretty frequently in the freshly done basket of laundry
“y/n, they’re my lucky underwear.”
oh come on guys how could we deny that oliver wood loves to be called “captain” after he wins a match?
he’d like taking you semi-publicly, like in the locker room, and you calling him “captain” or “sir” just stirred something in him that made him even more fiery than he usually was after winning a game
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Anyone Else But You | Chapter 1 | F.W
Chapter Summary - The introduction to all the reasons why reader despises the Weasley twins, especially Fred Weasley.
Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader
Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn
Content Warnings - animal abuse? (fred & george feed a firework to a salamander.)
Word Count - 1.5k
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There’s no one who irritates you more than the Weasley Twins.
They’re loud, immature, unreliable, clumsy, arrogant, touchy, careless, childish, stubborn, just genuinely stupid. It’s as if everything you hated had been mixed together and formed into two tall, redheaded, teenage boys.
Ever since you started your first year with them, it’s felt as if they’re the most agitating people in the world. Now you're all in your fifth year, and they’ve only gotten worse since then.
It’s bad enough that you got put in the same house as them, you also somehow got multiple classes with them every year, and that your parents were friends with their parents. But, what added fuel to the fire was that they knew you didn’t like them, that you found them annoying and unfunny, and that only made them pester you more.
Yet it was surprising you were able to make friends with their younger brother, Ron. He didn’t care about your hatred for the twins, he agreed sometimes on how they would take their “pranks” too far, especially with him. He spilled to you about the plenty of times they used his phobias against him, when Fred turned his teddy bear into a spider when he was younger, they practically fueled his fear of spiders, or when both of the twins tried to get him to make an unbreakable vow when he was only five.
Ron also told you about how they tormented his other siblings as well.
George once admitted (proudly) that he and Fred attempted to shove Percy into a tomb while on a trip to Egypt, however, their mum caught them in the act, and they put beetles in his soup. They let off a dungbomb under their elderly aunt's chair on Christmas day. Even though you heard about their elderly aunt being unpleasant and unsympathetic, it’s risky to scare a 107-year-old with something explosive.
They would mess with their older brother Charlie, who studies and takes care of dragons now, by hiding his books about dragons or pretending that they accidentally destroyed them.
The twins seemed the most lax with Ginny, you didn’t hear about too many mean pranks being pulled on her. They would scare her by jumping up behind her with creepy masks on or steal all her food off her plate when she wasn’t looking. She was probably the favorite sibling to them.
There were so many more events that gave you more reasons to hate them.
In their first year, they set off a dungbomb in one of the corridors, the smell wouldn’t go away for days, it lingered through the air and anyone even remotely close would unwillingly get the strong, foul, disgusting smell of it in their nostrils, also if you walked through the gas, the smell would stick to you.
They fed a firework to a salamander, they wanted to ‘see what would happen’. You accidentally and unwillingly witnessed it, making the mistake of choosing to study at the lake that day.
They’ve hidden and messed up Percy’s Head Boy badge, they nearly made their poor brother cry because of it.
At the end of Second year, they set off the last of their Filibuster Fireworks on the train ride home.
They constantly stole items from other classmates, including you. There have been multiple times your textbooks and/or notes have gone missing for several days. When your stuff would magically appear on your bed in the dorms, there’d be a note attached to it saying “Thanks for letting us borrow this!” or something along the lines of that. Also, little doodles and drawings on the sides of your notes and sometimes your textbook.
Sometimes they wouldn’t even put your textbooks or your notes on your bed, they’d hide them. Putting them in your nightstand drawers, under your bed, behind the curtains, inside your closet, on top of the closet, and even inside of your pillowcase. You remember the first time they hid it there.
You had stayed up far too late studying in the common room, there was a test in Snape’s class in the morning that you definitely weren't ready for. You decided maybe you should go to bed after your head nearly hit the table you were sitting at for a third time due to you falling asleep.
You closed your notebook and gathered your supplies, heading up to the girl's dormitory. Too tired to put your things away properly, you put them on the floor next to your bed. You turned off your lamp and flopped down onto your pillow. Instead of feeling a cool, soft, and comfortable cushion touch your head, you hit your head on a large, solid, and heavy textbook.
You hissed out loud in pain, causing a few girls to groan and stir in their sleep. You sat up and held the side of your head which was now stinging, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got a lump the next day due to how hard your head smacked into it.
You turned back on the light next to your bed, you looked at your pillow, noticing the large rectangular shape inside it, you could see the cover of your textbook with a small piece of paper stuck on it through the sheer fabric. Angrily, you took your textbook out of the pillowcase, taking the folded piece of the paper that was on the front and opening it.
Thanks for letting us borrow this! Sweet dreams!
Much love, F and G!
You would’ve screamed and stormed your way over to the boy's dorm to beat both of the twins with the book if it wasn’t past midnight and if you weren’t in a room of sleeping girls. All you could do was put the textbook with the rest of your things and go to sleep angry, or at least try to sleep, now that you were wide awake and your head was throbbing.
Anyways, they also cheated all the time, they’d constantly bug you for answers in the middle of tests when they didn’t even need them. You hate to say this, but they were insanely good at potions. It makes sense how they created all those sweets. They would be able to fly through the tests in less than ten minutes at least, but they didn’t, they were lazy, so they’d mooch off you. When they’d get caught, they’d both blame you, which nearly got you in trouble with Snape several times.
Speaking of professors. They would mess with them. They threw snowballs at the back of Professor Quirrell's head. But, after learning the truth about what was going on with Quirrell under the head scarf. Maybe that could be the only thing they’ve ever done that was somewhat valid. It was still bad for Quirrell, he was already taking enough sneering from students the entire time he was working at the school, he was just being used as a vessel.
But that's not the point we’re talking about here.
There are way too many reasons for why you hate those redheaded twins. You didn’t understand how people put up with them, how they found them entertaining and funny. They were embarrassing. You hated how they excused themselves from responsibility. How they claimed everything they did was a “joke” or “prank” to get out of trouble.
It was like your brain was programmed to put you in a bad mood anytime you thought of them or were around them. Your eyes would roll annoyedly at the sight of them. You would get snippy and aggressive if they even tried talking to you. You did everything in your power to keep yourself away from them for the sake of your mood.
Their entire existence made your blood boil. Fred especially. He’s the worst out of the two of them. But there’s a difference between him and George. Fred is the instigator, George smooths things out, but that doesn’t mean he’s not trouble though. George is less annoying, only a bit less annoying. He’s nearly as annoying as Fred, but it seems as if Fred is more determined to get on your nerves.
And he is. You can tell.
He becomes louder when near you, constantly taps on your shoulder, asking for something when he already knows you won’t give him whatever it is or pretends like he didn’t, he also throws things at you and pretends that he doesn’t, lies or says things wrong on purpose just for you to scoff and correct him, calls you nicknames that you hate, teases you for whatever he can find, it’s as if he nitpicks anything you do so he can use it against you to annoy you, he does every little thing that peeves you only because he wants to get some type of reaction out of you, and the only reason on why he does it? He thinks it’s funny.
Fred isn’t completely fond of you either.
He knows what bothers you, what gets on your nerves, what makes your blood boil, then he uses it against you, to piss you off. You’re not sure how exactly he knows so much, but just somehow he does. Either it could be because he knows legilimency (which is very unlikely) or it’s that he’s just been listening in on your conversations with friends.
Whatever, what you are sure of is that you can’t stand the Weasley twins. You hate the Weasley twins. You hate Fred and George Weasley. You hate Fred Weasley. You hate him with every bone and muscle in your body.
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Fred finding you asleep on his bed
He and George were pulling a prank on Snape. He left you a note telling you where he was. You read it and then decided to take one of his hoodies. After that, you laid in his bed and fell asleep. When he got back, he looked at you and fell in love with you all over again. He played beside you and pulled you on top of him, then he started playing with your hair. „I love you“ he said and closed his eyes
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Forget Me Not (4)
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Word Count: 3k
Warning: fluff
an: not proofread; this is the LAST chapter, it's been fun writing this mini series as it started as just a prompt for a one shot, hope you've all enjoyed :)
Throughout breakfast you and Fred kept peeking at each other like teenagers with a secret. Hermione tried to engage you in some conversation but you found yourself increasingly distracted as Fred’s hand found solace on the inside of your thigh, rubbing soothing paths over your skin with his thumb.
Once Molly allowed everyone to be finished eating, Fred grabbed your head, leading you outside and toward the garden. The motion caused a few eyebrow raises at the table, then eyes to land on George. Without looking up from his plate George simply stated, “They made out this morning.” Ron nearly choked on his breakfast sausage.
Once in the garden, Fred led you to the old iron bench, fit with handmade cushions by Molly. When you both approached the bench Fred picked you up bridal, making you squeal. Fred turned you both around before sitting down on the bench, your legs bent over his lap.
You couldn’t contain the smile that spread over your face and Fred took notice, “Is that how this usually goes, have we talked here before?” You nodded, looking away towards the flowers, “You…used to…” you trailed off. Fred cupped your cheek, turning you to face him, “I know, darling. I…when we came out here, I just…knew that I used to do it, that it would bring that smile to your face.”
You couldn’t help yourself, too overcome with emotion, with love, that you did it before you could stop yourself, leaned in and…kissed him. To your delight there was no hesitation from Fred, his lips instantly responding to yours, seemingly melding together like they’ve done on countless occasions.
It was slow, like Fred was trying to memorize your all over again, or remembering you. When your lungs were screaming at you, you finally pulled away, “Sorry, Freddie, I just-” Fred cut you off with a shake of your head, “S’okay, love. Trust me,” he gave you another quick peck on the lips, “I don’t mind one bit. Now tell me the story of how we met, when we started dating, would love to hear your perspective.”
You smiled, “Do you wanna hear how we met or when I first noticed you?” Fred quirked an eyebrow, “Are they two separate occasions, love?” You bit your lip, nodding. Fred smiled, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth, “Then tell me both, beautiful.”
Fred smiled at how animated you spoke, how you talked about seeing him first in charms class, how he and George tried to confuse professor Flitwick by pretending to be each other. How you thought he was just so funny and you wanted so desperately to be friends with him.
He was shocked that it took you another year before you finally approached him, as bold and confident as you seemed to him now. When you told the story about how you finally approached him, describing watching him and George trying to prank Filch he could recall what you were describing. He could remember leaning around the pillar, waiting on Filch’s reaction, and he could remember when it didn’t go as planned, the exploding potion not exploding.
“So, after you and George horribly failed-”
Fred cut you off without thinking, eyes staring straight ahead like he was seeing it all over again in his head, “You came skipping down the hall, brilliant smile on your face. You told us that we obviously added the sneezewort too late, ‘if we remembered at all’. I was highly impressed, then asked you your name.”
Your mouth hung open in shock, “Freddie, how did you…” Fred shook his head, laughing as he spoke, “Dunno just, you started talking about it and it all came rushing back. Merlin you were a little cutie back then weren’t you?” He teased you, poking your side.
You grabbed his wrist, “Fred Gideon, do not.” Fred’s smile widened at your giggles, “Godric, I love that sound, don’t know how I ever forgot it. Now tell me how we started dating, maybe it’ll come back to me like the other story did. I’d really love to see how red your cheeks got when I finally made it official.” Fred planted a wet, sloppy kiss to your cheek, and you were a laughing mess again.
“Okay, okay,” you laughed again, wiping his remaining spit from your cheek. “We were at the black lake,” when you started your story Fred closed his eyes. He wanted to try to picture the narrative you told, see if he was able to see what you were describing or if it was all a blur like every other time he tried to remember you alone.
As you started speaking Fred saw the lake, could see the ripples in the water, could feel his arms wrapped around you and the weight of you against his chest, he smiled to himself. “We had been sitting out there for a few hours, you and George had somehow convinced a few first years that if they got close enough that the squid would try and pick them up and swing them around.
Fred smiled to himself, remembering telling a set of first years those exact words, then waiting to see if any of them would listen. As you spoke he started seeing it all, you scolding him and George for trying to trick them, you telling George to go tell the first years they were kidding.
Then you started to describe how Fred started to actually ask you out, how nervous you felt when he said he wanted to ask you something, that you were hoping he would ask you to officially be his girlfriend but that you didn’t want to assume anything. Which looking back, Fred thought was just silly. From what he was starting to remember, he’s always been head over heels for you, always chasing you, wanting to be near you.
When you started to recall the exact words Fred used, he cut you off, “I made you turn around so that you were facing me, so that I could look into your eyes when I asked. I still held your hands, because I felt like if we weren’t touching you were somehow going to disappear because there was no way I was that lucky for someone like you to even remotely feel the same towards me.
“I was so nervous that once I’d ask you’d say no, tell me I was crazy or something,” he opened his eyes to look at you, seeing tears brimming on yours, “but now I don’t know how I was ever crazy enough to forget. I looked at you, just like this, and I said, ‘Y/n, I don’t want to be your friend anymore, I don’t want to cuddle on the couches with you after class or watch you get hit on by other guys or contemplate going to Hogsmead with someone else. I want you to be mine, and only mine, so Y/n, would you please do me the honor of allowing me to call you my girlfriend.”
You laughed, not believing he was able to recall his exact words, “and then you hit me, like really hard, y/n. Pretty sure you bruised my arm for a week.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah well who starts that whole thing with ‘I don’t want to be your friend anymore’? I thought you were about to tell me you hated me!”
It was Fred’s turn to laugh, “Oh, darling, I could never hate you. I can’t think of any feeling I have for you but love.” You rolled your eyes again, “Okay cheeseball.” Fred cupped your face, smirking, “I am a cheeseball, so give me a cheesy kiss.” And so you did, grabbing hold of the back of his neck and crashing your lips to his, breathing him in like he was oxygen and you’ve been deprived for months, because essentially you had.
You knew you and Fred were getting carried away when you heard Ron coming up behind you, “Oi! If you two can stop snogging for ten minutes, mum has tea ready!” You pulled away, an unwavering smile plastered on your face.
When you and Fred joined the others in the kitchen, he immediately started telling everyone what he remembered, how much better he felt and that he felt like he was going to be able to remember everything without much issues soon.
And he was nearly right, except for one thing. Which is what led to the frustrating conversation he was having with George in their room while you took a nap on the couch.
“Georgie, you’re absolutely sure I never told you how I was going to ask her?” Fred was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and tugging on his hair.
George just shook his head, “No, mate, m’sorry. Every time I asked you said that I was going to get too excited and tell her before you were ready.”
Fred let out a frustrated sigh, “Well can you help me plan it this time then? I want it to be absolutely perfect, something neither of us could forget, no matter what happens.”
His brother smiled, nodding his head, “Sure, Freddie. Anything.”
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Two weeks later, you’re giggling while holding Fred’s hands that were covering your eyes as you tried not to trip while he guided you to wherever you were going. “Almost, there, darling, promise. Just a little further,” Fred’s voice was gentle against the shell of your ear, but you could still hear the smile breaking out on his face, “and…we’re here.”
When Fred finally removed his hands, all the breath left your lungs. The sight in front of you was one made for a muggle movie. Fred had enchanted fairy lights to hang around the garden, the flowers in it seemingly bloomed ten fold over night and now included your favorite flowers.
In front of the bench you two usually shared together was a blanket, the one you had made him for your first Christmas together. During fall holiday you had asked Molly to teach you how to knit and she was more than happy to oblige. You had worked the next two months on making the blanket for him. You thought it had turned out shit, but Fred slept with it every night since the moment you gave it to him.
Spread out on the blanket was an assortment of biscuits and a tea set in the middle. You turned towards Fred, lacing your fingers in his, “Did you bring me here for a tea party, Freddie?” You bit your lip to suppress your smirk from spreading.
Fred lifted his hand that wasn’t in yours, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, “Thought we’d have a romantic evening cuppa, whadya think, lovie?” You nod, smiling, tugging Fred along with you toward the blanket before pulling him down with you as you sit.
As you sit you both talk about your days, Fred telling you about new products he and George are thinking about developing for the joke shop. He’s eager to get your input, the last two weeks since your discussion in this very spot bringing back most of his memories.
He couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face as you spoke, memories of you helping him and George when they first had ideas for their products back in school, you helping them market different ones to the girls versus the boys, always being strategic. He hoped that your observant manner didn’t ruined what he had actually planned for this little evening picnic.
You told him you were thinking about applying to St. Mungo’s and Fred made a joke saying it would be perfect for you given how well you mended him after the battle. You pushed his shoulder, not being able to help joking that you “might have missed a few screws in his brain”.
As you finished your tea, you could see Fred start to get nervous, start fidgeting with his hands and grabbing at his pocket. You sat up a little straighter, tucking your feet under you, “Y’alright, Freddie?” It wasn’t rare to see him like this since the battle, but they had become more scarce since he started remembering things. You were hoping you didn’t make him nervous with your plans, hoped that he knew you would always be with him no matter where life took the both of you.
Fred nodded in answer to your question, “M’alright, lovie, just…I’ve been wanting to say something to you for a while now, s’just…I had forgotten because well… you know.” Fred let out a nervous laugh and you smiled, nodding for him to continue. “S’just, I’m a little nervous so bare with me, ‘kay?”
Fred reached out to grab your hand and you gladly let him, giving his hand a light squeeze for encouragement. “I love you so much, darling. And…I’ll never forgive myself for ever forgetting how important you are to me. And I know it wasn’t technically my fault,” Fred held his hand up, smiling as he silently cut off what he was sure was going to be protests from you, which he was right, “but forgetting you and the love we shared was one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through.”
“I don’t want you to ever have to go through something like that again, to ever have to doubt if I love you, if I want you in my life or if we’re going to be together because if I have my way, we’ll be together for the rest of our lives.”
You smiled, trying to hide the tears that were brimming, “Oh, Freddie, I love you so much, I’m not going anywhere, you know that don’t you?”
Fred nodded, “I know, darling. I know,” he lifted your hand that was in his, kissing your knuckles, “I just want to make it official if that’s alright with you.” Confusion was clearly written on your face for a moment, before it turned into pure shock as Fred got up to one knee, digging in his pocket.
Fred couldn’t help the slight smirk that appeared on his face as your reaction, as it was exactly what he was hoping for. As he opened the box from his pocket, displaying the most beautiful Ruby ring wrapped in gold accents, he had your full attention.
“My darling love, Y/n. I have loved you since I’ve first known you, since that moment in the halls when you corrected me. I knew then, even at the age of twelve, that without you there’d always be something missing. You are meant for me, and I you; so much so that not even the darkest of curses can keep us from finding our love for one another again. I didn’t say your last name at the start because if you would do me the honors, nothing would make me a happier man than to get to call you Mrs. Weasley. So, Y/n, will you, erm, Merlin I’m so nervous,” he let out a small laugh, “Y/n will you marry me?”
You couldn’t help but launch yourself into Fred’s lap, smashing your lips onto his with so much heated passion that his only immediate reaction was to giggle against your lips. You pulled back, kissing his lips over and over, “Yes,” kiss, “Yes, Freddie,” kiss, “a thousand million trillion times yes.”
You leaned back enough for Fred to take the ring from the box and slide it on to your left hand. You couldn’t help the giddy giggle that left your lips as he did so. He held your face in his hands, thumbs tracing over your cheek bones as he spoke, “I love you so much.”
At that moment fireworks started to explode above you, catching your attention. Beautiful colors of hearts and flowers along with yours and Fred’s initials and a cheesy “together forever” in fiery colors. Soon you weren’t alone, as George and Ron came barreling over the hedge toward the both of you.
“We assumed the kissing meant she said yes,” Ron was grinning, eyebrows raised. You laughed out loud, “Yes, Ronald, you’re stuck with me forever.” You spoke as you held your left hand up and wiggled your fingers.
George lifted you off his twin, engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug, “More like you’re stuck with me forever, Ducky. I’m so happy for you two.” “Thank you, Georgie. For everything.” You feld George nod, not needing to say anything more.
The rest of the family came out, Harry and Hermione included, giving you both congratulations. As you spoke with Hermione and Ginny, the former spouting all the different ways she could start helping you plan, you peaked over their shoulders at Fred.
Fred held up a finger to his brothers, excusing himself before coming up to you, “Sorry, Gin, Mione, mind if I steal my Fiancee from you both for a moment?” They both smiled giddily, nodding their heads.
“Fiancee, I’m definitely going to have to get used to that,” you spoke with a grin. Fred nodded along with you, dragging you back towards the burrow. “Where we going now, Freddie?” you asked curiously. Fred had a mischievous grin on his face, “Just going back to my room, thought maybe we could…celebrate?” he wiggled his eyebrows.
You smacked his shoulder, “Fred Gideon, you dirty minded man.” Fred couldn’t help but laugh, “C’mon now, lovie. Let’s go christen our new titles, hmm?”
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Hiiii ♥️
I was wondering if you could do a fred weasley xreader where the reader has natural curly hair and fred walks in on her straightening her hair and he's just shocked??
CURLY HAIR
pairing: fred weasley x reader
words: 0.2k
author's note: its a bit short, but hope you like it!
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"What are you doing?!"
You jump in shock at the loud voice, turning around as you realise who spoke. You spot Fred standing in the doorway of your dorm, staring at you with an incredulous expression. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
"Straightening my hair, baby", you say, turning back to face the mirror, "Why have you made that face?"
"Why?" Fred walks closer to you, taking the straightener out of your hand and placing it on the dresser table. "Because, my love, your hair is perfect the way it is, why are you changing it?"
"I don't know, just got a bit bored I guess. Wanted to change it up."
Shaking his head he grabs your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.
"Absolutely not, no. You don't see me changing my hair do you?"
Sighing, you smile.
"Darling, it's really not that big of a deal. I just wanted to try out a different style."
You turn around and move to pick up the straightener again. Before you're able to, Fred snatches it off the dresser and runs out.
"You can't straighten it now!" he shouts over his shoulder.
"Fred! I can't just leave half my hair curly, I promise I won't straighten it again. Just give it back." You reply in desperation.
"Too late!"
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Bad Liar (Chapter Four) - Fred Weasley
A/N: ahhhh let’s all thank the very lovely anon who requested this preview because it got me to get back to this story and write this whole chapter so, I LOVE YOU ANON!
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Warnings: fake relationship, Fred and reader get into a fight in this so angsty with a happy ending :D also, we’re all going to pretend that the Yule Ball was after the second task for this story! thank you!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)
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Bad Liar
But I'm a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, now you know
I'm a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, you're free to go
“Fred, let’s just go!” George said, rolling his eyes. “The second task is about to start!”
“But I promised her we would go together” Fred said, trying to look for you through the crowd.
“Maybe she’s already there, mate” Lee suggested.
“Yeah, maybe she lost track of time or something and thought it was best to meet you there” Katie said.
“That doesn’t sound like her” Fred said, confused. “She said we’d meet here” he told George as they all started walking towards the Great Lake, George taking the bets of who would win the following task.
You and Fred had been ‘dating’ for a couple of months now and to both of your surprise, it hadn’t been that difficult. Except for one problem. Every single day, Fred fell a little more in love with you. He tried his best to make it stop but it was basically useless. The more time he spent with you, the more he fell. Which wasn’t hard since he had been pretty much in love with you before this whole thing. Before he actually got to hold your hand and act like your boyfriend. Before he got to kiss you. Before he started noticing the way you smiled whenever he did something for you. He still tried his best to keep everything hidden from you and from George. It was harder with the latter though.
“So, how’s the fake dating doing? I mean I must say you play the part of the worried boyfriend to perfection” George mocked his brother while the rest of their friends walked in front of them and he kept collecting bets of people passing by.
“Shut up, George! And I am worried about her. I haven’t seen her since dinner yesterday when Professor McGonagall came looking for her” he told him.
“Aw, you miss your girlfriend?”
“Mate, what is your problem with this whole thing?” he said stopping, suddenly. “Is it because she asked me and not you?”
“First of all, she kissed you, thinking you were me” George smirked proudly. “And secondly, you guys have been doing this for months and you’re pretending to be in love with her to everyone else but you’re pretending to not be in love with her to her so… I still don’t think this is a good idea, Freddie-”
“Look, I’m fine. I can handle this, okay?” Fred said as they started walking again. “We’re best friends. I’m just doing her a favor. You didn’t see how upset she was the last time she ran in, to Diggory. And Pucey wasn’t buying it at first but I think he’s finally laid off her now so, it’s working” Fred explained.
“And your crush?”
“THERE’S NO CRUSH!” he snapped, whispering so people around them wouldn’t hear.
“Really? Is that why you brought her an extra hot chocolate?” he said, looking at the cups in Fred’s hands.
“I do this all the time for her!” Fred said rolling his eyes, arriving at the Great Lake.
“Alright mate, whatever you say” he told him as they joined their group of friends. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said.
“Do you see here anywhere?” Fred asked, still looking for you in the crowd when he heard the announcement coming from the speakers.
“Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. A treasure of sorts, from the bottom of the Lake. On the count of three, then. One . . . two . . . three!”
Fred was actually starting to get worried he knew you wouldn’t miss something as big as the second task, and if you would, you would have told him.
“Well, isn’t this interesting?” he and George heard a voice behind them and turned to glare at Adrian Pucey. “Weasels” he nodded his head.
“Isn’t there anywhere else you could sit?” George snapped.
“Well, there is. But I thought I’d see your lovely ‘girlfriend’ here” he smirked at Fred. “Where is she?”
“That’s… none of your business” Fred said, annoyed.
“Oh, you don’t know, do you?” he mocked the ginger. “Well, it looks like you’ll find out when Diggory comes back up” he simply said.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Fred muttered.
“Fred, don’t bite” George rolled his eyes. “He just wants to get on your nerves” George told him.
“No, I don’t” Adrian said, grabbing the hot chocolate Fred had left on the seat he was saving for you. “I mean if she were my girlfriend-”
“That would never happen” Fred said, feeling his face burning red but Adrian ignored him and kept going.
“I would like to know where she is and if she is the… what did they say? The treasure of sorts that her ex is looking for. It looks like it’s people down there and the girl he’s currently dating is down there waiting for him to surface and she’s nowhere to be found” he said. “But maybe that’s just me” he said, trying to take a sip of the beverage in his hand but Fred snapped it out of him.
“That is not for you!” he glared at Adrian.
“How sweet of you, Weasel, to bring her something for when she comes out of that Lake with Diggory” Adrian laughed.
“Don’t listen to Pucey, Fred” George said, turning both of them around.
Fred tried really hard not to. He tried his hardest to focus on something else as the clock kept moving but he was growing extremely anxious. You were nowhere to be found. This was not like you at all. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the crowd started cheering. Someone was back. Fred stood up and looked down at the Lake where he saw Cedric pulling you out and his felt his heart drop. Adrian had been right. You were Cedric’s treasure.
You opened your eyes and took a deep breath when you realized you were surfacing out of the Great Lake with Cedric next to you. The last thing you remembered was Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore saying that you, Hermione, Ron, and a younger girl you had never met, were going to help with the second task and explaining some safety rules about it. And now, here you were, the crowd in the stands was making a great deal of noise; shouting and screaming. They all seemed to be on their feet as you felt Cedric’s arm around your waist while you heard an announcement over the speakers about him being the first one back.
“What the bloody hell is going on?” you coughed before you saw a shark surfacing out of the water with Hermione by its side. “AAHH!”
“Relax, (Y/N), that’s Viktor” Cedric said, pulling you over to where the Professors were waiting for you with blankets.
“Don’t touch me, Diggory” you asked, pushing him away.
“Why are you so upset? I just rescued you!”
“Rescued me? Why did you have to rescue me?”
“That was the second task! They took a treasure from us and-”
“A treasure? What the fuck? Why am I your treasure? You’re dating Cho! Why aren’t you rescuing her?”
“Well, I just-”
“No! Oh, Merlin! You are so much worse than I remember! I thought you had finally moved on and leave me alone!” you said swimming away from him and more towards Hermione and the two of you got out of the Lake and were wrapped in blankets.
“Are you alright?” she asked you.
“I’m fine. You?”
“I’m okay” she told you. “You were Cedric’s person?”
“You were Viktors?” you smirked a little.
“Fair enough” she said, looking away. “Have you seen Fred?”
Fred. Holy shit.
“Oh, Merlin! Fred!” you freaked out.
You were so upset about this whole thing, you hadn’t even thought about him. You and Fred had been getting even closer this past couple of months. You had thought that by now this whole thing would be behind you but, the truth is, part of you didn’t want it to end. You were enjoying your time with Fred. He was so sweet, charming, and funny, and he treated you so nicely, you had the feeling that you were slowly developing a crush on him. You weren’t sure how to deal with this but you didn’t want to freak Fred out before you figured it out. And now, everything could be ruined thanks to stupid Cedric Diggory having you as his treasure to retrieve.
You tried to look for Fred in the crowd but instead, you spotted a very enraged-looking Cho throwing daggers your way. You couldn’t really blame her but you couldn’t really worry about that now. You needed to find Fred. And you finally spotted him getting off the bleachers and walking away from the Lake.
“There he is!” Hermione said, pointing at him.
“Shit, I have to go! I’ll see you later!” you said, wrapping the blanket closer to you and walking away.
“(Y/N), come back!” you heard Cedric’s voice far away. “We have to talk about this!”
You completely ignored him and walked through the seas of people to try and catch up to Fred. There was nothing you needed to talk about with Cedric. What you needed was to talk to Fred and hope he wouldn’t be as angry as he looked.
“Fred!” you shouted, walking after him through the gardens and towards the castle, but he seemed to ignore you completely. “FRED!”
“Shouldn’t you be back at the Lake receiving your award or something?” he snapped as he kept on walking away from you.
You felt your heart breaking entirely at the tone in his voice. Fred had never talked to you like this. Ever.
“Fred! I know you’re upset! Could you please stop walking and talk to me about this?” you asked, making him abruptly stop and turn back to look at you.
“Talk about what? How you were Cedric’s treasure? Whatever that means! How do you think it felt, (Y/N)? Everyone around me was staring because my ‘girlfriend’ was her ex-boyfriend’s person to save. It was humiliating! I look like an idiot! Pucey was having the fucking time of his life-!”
“Look, I get that you’re upset, but I can explain-!”
“Really? Can you?”
“Stop yelling at me!” you snapped.
You had no idea why you were feeling so guilty about this. You knew how it may look to everyone who thought you were dating Fred, but you thought Fred himself wouldn’t be this furious at you.
“No! You don’t get to play the victim now! I have been trying to help you get over Cedric for the last couple of months and now you’re his person on the Lake?”
“That wasn’t my fault!”
“Oh no, of course not. This is just vintage (Y/N). I mean, things just sort of happen around you and it’s never your fault. You're off in (Y/N)-land, doing your (Y/N)-thing, while I’m here trying to help you and then I’m the one who looks like an idiot while you’re just being totally oblivious to people's feelings!”
“That’s not fair!” you said, feeling your eyes starting to water.
“You know what? I can’t do this right now, I just need some time alone” he said, turning around and walking away from you again.
“No! Wait, Fred!” you yelled for him and tried to walk after him again but you got your feet tangled on your blanket and you fell down on your knees, feeling the pain of the gravel underneath and hurting your hands.
“(Y/N)!” Fred ran back over to you and knelt down next to you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine” you said, quietly as tears started streaming down your face.
When you lifted your face and he was looking back at you with his soft, brown, beautiful, worried eyes, it hit you. You knew why you felt so guilty. You knew why it hurt so much that Fred was upset with you. You didn’t have a crush on him. You were in love with Fred Weasley. You had no idea when it happened, but it did. And you couldn’t go back.
“Merlin’s sake, you’re freezing” he said, feeling your hands. He was about to take his sweater off but you stopped him.
“It’s okay, I have a blanket” you told him softly. Fred sighed, feeling guilty for yelling at you. You seemed just as upset as he was, if not more, and you were soaking wet while it was freezing.
“You’re still soaking” he said, helping you up and wrapping his arms around you. You felt a million times better, resting your head on his chest.
“I’m sorry” you said, with tears falling down your chees and looking up at him.
“No, love. Don’t worry about that… let’s just get you dry and then we can talk about this, okay?”
“But I don’t want you to be mad at me” you told him. Fred smiled sweetly at you before he kissed your forehead.
“I’m not mad” he assured you. “Come on” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the castle.
After taking a long hot shower, you dried yourself up and grabbed Fred’s Christmas jumper (which had become your favorite thing in the entire world), and walked out of your dorm and down to the Common Room where Fred was waiting for you. You were glad everyone was probably still at the second task or celebrating or something. Fred was near the fireplace with blankets and pillows on the floor and two mugs of hot chocolate waiting for you.
“Um… hi” you smiled shyly at him. It was as if you were looking at him in a completely different light and now you had no idea how to act around him.
“Hi” he said, smiling at you on the floor and patting the spot next to him so you would join him. “Are you feeling better?” he asked, handing you your mug.
“I am” you smiled at him. “Are you?”
“I’m sorry” he sighed.
“What? Fred, you have nothing to be sorry about” you told him.
“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that and then snap at you” he explained.
“I’m really sorry, Freddie” you said, looking down at the steam coming out of your mug. “Professor McGonagall called me last night after dinner with Ron, Hermione, and a little girl that I think is Fleur’s sister” you started. “They said that we were going to help with the second task and explained some safety instructions but that was it. I had no idea that it was about the champions having to find their… treasure or whatever. I mean, Hermione was Viktor’s and they only met a few months ago” you told him. “I didn’t really know what it was until I kind of woke up with Cedric next to me and he explained the whole thing” you told Fred.
“What did you do when he told you?” Fred asked, feeling a bit anxious about the answer.
“I pushed him away and got out of the Lake with Hermione” you replied. “And then I went looking for you” you told him.
“You didn’t even stay for him to receive his award” he chuckled. “He was the first one back” he explained.
“I honestly… don’t care. I don’t care about Cedric, Fred” you insisted. “I cared more about you being upset with me” you admitted. “I hate when you’re upset with me” you admitted.
“I’m not upset with you, love” he said, pulling you closer to him.
“Freddie…” you said, looking down at your mug again. “D-do you want to stop this?”
“Stop what?”
“This” you said pointing at the two of you. “I’ve dragged you into this long enough and I would completely understand if you don’t want to do this anymore. I mean, it’s kind of the perfect out for you, we just had a fight and-”
“Is that… what you want?” Fred asked, feeling his heart pounding heavier than he’d ever felt it. He did not want this to end. Fake or not, he loved being with you. But if you were done with it he would respect your decision.
“Um…” you sighed. You did not want that. You wanted to figure out your feelings for Fred and if the two of you were to ‘break up’ you thought maybe Fred would want nothing to do with you and probably meet someone else. You’d heard a lot of girls taking an interest after the Weasley twins, and while you didn’t use to mind, the thought of it now made your stomach flip. But you couldn’t be selfish. You couldn’t have Fred all to yourself. “I just feel a little guilty that you have to keep doing this for me. I mean, I don’t even know if you want to take someone else to the Yule Ball and you’re stuck going with me-”
“(Y/N)” he said, stopping your rambling. “Look, I’m really sorry about today-”
“No, but you don’t have to be sorry, Fred. I got us into this whole mess and it was all my fault!”
“It wasn’t” he assured you. “It’s Diggory’s fault” he rolled his eyes and you laughed a little. “Listen to me, love” he said, pulling you closer. “If I’m being honest, the past couple of months have been the most fun I’ve had in a really long time” he said, surprising you. “And I am certain that I would have more fun with you at that stupid Ball than with anyone else” he chuckled, making you smile. “So stop feeling guilty and stop thinking that you’re dragging me into this horrible deal where I get to spend time with you and have fun whenever Diggory and Pucey look at me like they want to murder me, and also get cookies whenever you want to show off that I’m your boyfriend. I mean, do you really want to take that away from me?” he asked, pouting. “I can do this as long as you need me to, love” he said, knowing in his heart that he would actually do anything you asked him to. “So… do you want to break up with-?”
“No!” you said a little too quickly. “N-no. I just… didn’t want you to feel obligated to-”
“I don’t” he insisted.
“Well… in that case… I’m actually having a lot of fun too” you admitted.
“Really?”
“Are you kidding? Having you spoil me like this?” you asked, showing off your mug. “I can easily get used to it” you mocked him before you took a sip of your drink, getting a little whipped cream on your nose. Fred laughed a little at how cute you looked and wiped it away with a napkin. “Thank you, Freddie” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “For everything” you said, kissing his cheek.
“Of course” he said, kissing the side of your head. “I love you” he said, casually.
You felt your entire heart flutter only to confirm what you had been thinking since you followed Fred after the Lake. “M-me too” you smiled nervously at him.
To Be Continued
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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.5]
A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 5?! xD also, this story only has about two chapters to go (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)
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