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dracowars · 7 months

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley x slytherin reader where they're secretly dating. one day she accidentally shows up to class wearing his gryffindor tie instead of her slytherin one, following their night spent together and suddenly the secret's out

thank <33

switching houses | fred weasley

pairing: fred x slytherin!reader

word count: 0,9k

summary: where y/n and fred accidentally swap their ties

a/n: this is soooo dracotok (or harrypottertok) coded, i love it and i may have actually landed back on dracotok lol

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for being late, Professor. It will never happen again. I was stopped on the way and-", you burst into the middle of Snape's class, your bag almost falling off your shoulder while the books you are holding in front of your chest almost fall to the floor after entering the room with such momentum, your tie hanging loosely around your neck since you were just tying it. At this moment, all eyes are on you, but you can't even fully excuse your mistake when Professor Snape immediately interrupts you, his gaze unrelenting.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I'm glad you still managed to grace us with your presence today. However, I wish that you didn't interrupt my lesson so disrespectfully", Professor Snape reprimands you and looks down on you, arms crossed in front of his body. "Sit down."

Immediately doing as he says, you almost trip over your own feet on the way to your empty seat and sink into your chair next to Angelina Johnson as quietly as possible. The looks that have followed you this far still remain on you and Snape also seems to have something more to add, given the expression on his face. Waiting for him to deduct double-digit points from Slytherin, you do not move and stubbornly stare back at him.

"Besides, I didn't know you switched houses", Snape remarks, an eyebrow raised as his, and everyone else's, gaze slowly moves down to your neck. Frantically, you look down at yourself and are shocked to find that the tie around your neck does not match your usual house colors - silver and green. The tie you are wearing today is a Gryffindor one, and that can only mean..

"Sir-"

"As I already told Mr. Weasley", Snape spits out his name, gaze quickly shifting to Fred, who is sitting right behind you, making you feel even smaller. "I would much prefer you in your actual house colors", he continues, embarrassing not only you but also Fred in front of the entire class. Whispers erupt around you. Mortified, you loosen Fred's tie and feel the heat rise to your cheeks, thinking back to how you even ended up accidentally swapping your ties in the first place.

Last night you sneaked into his room illegally, staying there until the early hours of the morning before making your way back to your common room, and nobody was supposed to ever know anything about you or what was going on between the two of you. Well, at least that was the plan until today but the situation right now no longer leaves any room for speculation.

Clearing your throat quietly and trying to hide your heated cheeks, you turn to your boyfriend, who, unlike you, seems to find the situation quite amusing and holds out your tie to you with a playful grin on his lips. Hesitantly, you snatch it out of his hand while he pulls his out of yours, not breaking eye contact.

"Uh uh uh, you got it, Weasley!", comes a voice from the back corner, presumably one of Fred's friends who clearly enjoys the situation way too much as well. You shyly turn to face the front again after receiving a playful wink from your boyfriend, avoiding Professor Snape's blank stare as you wrap your own tie around your neck.

"Now that we have sorted that out, I don't want to hear any more about it. Turn to page 394", Snape instructs and thunderous rustling follows. You absently open your own book, but the words on the pages make no sense to you, your head is overflowing with thoughts about what will happen next, especially concerning your relationship with Fred.

As Snape writes something on the board using magic, your attention is caught when a small dragon made of paper lands on your book in front of you. Looking around carefully and making sure Snape is not looking at you, you open the message inside. Written on it in scraggly writing, that you can immediately identify as Fred's, is:

Don't worry about it too much, love. I can't wait to kiss you in front of everyone later ;)

Your cheeks immediately turn a deep shade of red again, but your heart also beats faster because Fred knows you so well that he immediately knew what was happening in your mind. And suddenly it does not feel too bad anymore that your secret is out. You no longer have to hide, even if you are still a bit worried about other people's reactions. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? That is indeed a pretty unusual couple.

With your heart racing, you clutch the piece of paper to your chest and turn to your boyfriend, who seems to have been looking at you the whole time already. The smile on Fred's lips transfers to yours and when he stretches his hand across his table, you do not even hesitate for a second and place your hand in his.

"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N!", Snape's voice suddenly destroys your moment and you sit up straight again, facing forward. "All right, which of your houses should I deduct points from now?"

And even though all the other students comment the final point deduction from both houses with displeasure, you can no longer suppress the smile on your lips. Finally, you and Fred can be together without having to hide and this is just the beginning of your story.

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l-lenny · 11 months

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Dumb Krum! … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy!Fem!reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!reader

Part 1/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: cursing, mention of fighting parents

Malfoy reader, Durmstrang, no voldy au, fictional wizards names (side characters)

AN: this is longer then I expected but be prepared for next pt

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“No! This is final they will go-“ boomed masculine voice before being interrupted by high pitched yell. “LUCIUS!” The man in question was furious. “Narcissa don’t you dare-“ your mother started crying. “Luci, please let at least one be close to me.” She foolishly hoped that she could persuade her husband. If she convinces him once maybe she will twice. You were aware of the whole situation. They have been arguing about this whole education thing for months. You were soon to be turned 11 and your Hogwarts letter came two days ago. However your father wanted you to go to Durmstrang. It wasn’t that common to have girls attending, but it was not an oddity and single incident either. Doing your research you learned that only 2 girls would be attending while you will be at school and both of them were much older than you. You knew that your mother wanted both of you to attend Hogwarts, but father was dead set on Durmstrang. You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around you saw your little brother. Teary eyed and with messy hair. He was 7 and much more softer than his big sister. “Why are mum and dad fighting?” He whispered, tears spilling. You hugged him. He didn’t have to hear all of this. The empty hallway not helpful for your words of encouragement “don’t worry I will fix it” your brother hugged you back and yawned. It was by far past his bed time. You took him back to his room and put him to sleep, singing a lullaby. After he was sound asleep you went back to the hallway to hear your parents still arguing. Narcissa was crying and Lucius was fuming. After taking deep breath you knocked on the door to father’s study. Your parents stopped their “talk” and opened the door angrily. “Didn’t you went to sleep?!” Your father said rather strictly. “I couldn’t sleep and by chance I heard you two, so if I may add my opinion to this: I would go to Durmstrang under one condition.”

And that’s how you ended up in the small castle on north. You were cold from the harsh weather and environment. When you arrived via floo power to your new school you have been greeted by cold stares. You did your research on how things are done around here so you practiced in front of mirror your speeches to every possible scenario. You straighten your shoulders and went straight to great hall, where many students were gathered. Students were sitting around round tables and were chatting. You immediately noticed that there have been almost no girls. You were expecting that, but it is still kinda disappointing. Principal Karkaroff took your attention. He spoke in heavy accent. “New students!” Trying to make an impression of strong and powerful man. Everyone was silent in that instance. “You shall train your hardest! You will be excelling in many ways and techniques. If not, you will be punished.” then he clapped his hands once and everyone started talking again. Was this your que to go and eat? You looked around. New attendees were as confused as you. Deciding to take action you marched to one of the tables full of students. One thing you reminded yourself was to stay strong. “Hey” you said as you sat down between two older boys. They could have been 16 or 17 if you could guess. “Oi! We have a brave one here! Sitting with your superiors” Said the one on your left. “Get lost twerp” said the one on your right showing his shoulder into yours. This might be just a test! You were feeling tired after long day and didn’t have patience for them. You took one breath before smiling at the boy “listen to me! I would highly suggest for you to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you…permanently.” You shove him with your finger. “You are just a dumb loud mouth with no respect! And I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour” you said lowly. “So shut up before I will shove my wand in your eye and your wand up your arse.” You grabbed plate and started eating. To be honest you were scared. Like scared so much you were almost shaking. Key word almost. “I like ya kid” he said after a while. His friends agreeing and started chatting with you.

His friends agreeing and started chatting with you. That was the best nerve-reliever. You heard from all of them that this is almost as a trial to see who is more suited for this school and for what group. You happened to chose the popular kids. After you took your first bite you noticed another kid across from you. He was same age as you. He looked at you and visible sparkle in his eyes. But not for long. Because the whole “trial thing” happened again. You just ate your meal, which was warm, still it looked disgusting but you were far too hungry to care. This was supposed to be some kind of shredded meat with mashed potatoes. After more chatting your stomach was full. That was when the boy on your left said “You two should head to dormitories and sleep” and when the young boy asked where to find them the older one replied with snarky “figure it out” you spun around. The only thing that popped in your mind was asserting dominance. You will not be showed around. “He asked you a question give him a proper answer.” You said. The tall boy towered above you. “And what are you gonna do about it? You don’t even know a single spell” you pull out your wand. It was pretty cherry wood with unicorn hair and ivy leaves. “Wanna bet ? I will avadakedavra your arse.” You pointed to him with your wand. “You are amazing kid!” He patted your head after a while. “Come with me.” He led you two in corridors and hallways pointing out every classroom and room. He was much nicer than before. “And here are the first years” he smirked. “Wasn’t so bad right?” You laughed. He patted your head again and took off. You looked at the young boy beside you. “Y/n, Y/n Malfoy” you outstretched your hand. The boy smirked “Viktor, Viktor Krum” he mimicked your introduction and shook your hand. The two of you made your way through the door to se a long hallway with many doors. On each door was a nameplate.

You found out that every room was shared. Two people in each one and one small shared bathroom. You prayed you got your room with a girl or alone. From the manor you were custom to having your own place and bathroom. And not going to lie it was big. But when you arrived at the end of the corridor and no other girl names were placed you were pleasantly surprised. You had your own room! The door beside yours read V. Krum and A. Landsprout. “Looks like we are neighbours!” you said to Viktor. “Oh! I vos not expecting a roommate” he said as he opened the door and found out his suitcase on one of the beds. You did the same. The only difference in your room: there was only one bed. You took a look around. A dresser on the right from the door, next to bed under a shelf. You stepped into the room further, taking in the pretty grey wallpaper. You looked at the table which was situated under a window opposite side of your bed. And in the end of the room there was a small bathroom. Decided to unpack you heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in” you said. You saw Viktor. “Can ve talk?” He asked. Straight forward, you liked that. “Sure” you smiled. Your smile brightened this dark place. “How did you know vot to do? You seemed so confident either. Almost like you have been here.” He sulked. You let out a laugh. Viktor felt embarrassment creeping to his cheeks. “I was shaking in my boots. Before I came here I practically rehearsed every single conversation and scenario I could think of. I also read a lot about the school and its traditions.” Viktor looked at you again. “So you practiced?” You nodded. “My parents vonted me to be more confident, to be someone …like you were today so they sent me here. And it’s also a tradition.“ he opened up. In whole 11years he never opened up that quickly to someone. “So do you think you could help me?”

You two become best friends in no time. Supporting each other in trouble, when you had hard time or even tutor each other. Sometimes the education process was hard and you cried to Viktors chest while he awkwardly patted your back. But you were doing this for your little brother, you reminded yourself. And you had Viktor and your older friends to support you. But Viktor was here for you as you were here for him every step of the way. The teaching style in Durmstrang was harsh. Often disciplined students by whipping spell or crucio. You were glad that you and your friends were rather smart, so you don’t have to see them in pain. You have to remind yourself time and time again that you are doing this for Draco. He would broke in your place.

One afternoon in December, right after class with your potions professor you catch up with Viktor. “Do you understand the formula?” You asked. “Oh yeah.” He chuckled. You pout and looked at him with puppy eyes. “Can you help me please?” You begged. “You know ve are not supposed to do that” Viktor was amused. You were excellent at charms but terrible at potions. Non the less he would help you, just like you would help him with charms and transfiguration. In most cases it was just his accent troubling him. You two met in your room and went over and over the formula. You were super worried about not doing it right. Although Viktor was excellent tutor he failed to teach you this. And in your next lesson with professor Grimdale you managed to mess up the potion. “Miss Malfoy! Care to remind me what was the correct formula?” You tried to remember, but due to your nerves acting up you simply couldn’t. Was this your first punishment? Right before Christmas? Oh no! “You are talentless! Hopeless potion maker!” He yelled. You were expecting to be strike with cruciatus spell, after all some other students were disciplined like that. Instead of the crucio came whipping. One whip strike for each of your hands, for making a mistake. You shut your eyes in pain trying so hard not to make a sound. Most of your classmates were punished more if they made a sound. You stood there bravely. “Remember correctly next time!” Professor said and continued the lesson. You were shaken and teary eyed. But you had reputation! Get it together Y/n! You can’t cry.

Few days after this incident you found yourself hugging your pillow and crying. Re-reading the letter your father sent. You were his favourite after deciding to go to Durmstrang, he praised you in his last letters how well you do in school. But this time. This time it was a strictly shaming letter.

“Daughter,

I am very disappointed in last letter I got from your potion professor! How can you mess simple potion? You are slacking. Focus on your studies. When you will go home for Christmas I will hire a tutor so you would not slack off! Don’t disappoint me more child!

Father”

Every ounce of stress putted on you came flowing out in the large tears you cried that night. Viktor, nor your friends knew about this. You were feeling lost for a moment. But soon you slept off most of the negative feelings.

Soon after the holidays came around and you were going back to manor. Floo powder in hand you said your last goodbye to your boys and with “Malfoy manor” you disappeared in green fire. When you came to your living room you looked at the dark place. Your coat reminding you about the change of scenery. After taking it off with another hundred layers of clothing you heard footsteps. “Y/n?” You saw Draco coming towards you and then he ran, body slammed straight into you. “Hey!” Quickly you greeted each other and then you went to find your parents. Staying at home over the holidays was harsh to say at least. Mother was still mad at you for going to school so far away. Father lectured you on basic and advanced things. Overworking you every day. And Draco? You noticed that he started to change. He was more spoiled in your eyes. The only thing that was making your stay bearable was letters from your boys. You started to feel like an outsider in your home. To be honest you were happy to go back to the Durmstrang institute again. There you have your best friend and group of friends. Your time at home was slowly coming to an end and your excitement grew. Finally the day came and you went back to school. You were ambitious witch. Trying to be top in every class. After your father’s lectures you aimed to be the best just to not go through them again. Getting good grades and being respected by many was on your agenda as well. By the end of the year you made your name shine very bright and be one of the more popular students. You had your friend group around to hang out with and some admirers to scare or prank. None the less eaven if the school was hard you liked it there. And as time passed by you were saying goodbye to your friends at the end of your first year. “Bye Vik!” You smiled. “Bye Artie! Bye Archie!” You waved and with a promise to go to visit each other you floo back to manor.

Spending summer with your friends was great! Your father actually liked the guys you hanged out with. Well what was there not to like. They were all pure-blooded and strong. One or two times he actually asked if you and Viktor are dating. You dismissed that and explained that you two are just friends. The most fun you had at Archie’s! His mother was strict, but very kind to you. She wanted a daughter, yet never had one. You won the lottery there. Archie was kinda butthurt about it at first but it became an inside joke. You went to trip with the guys. It was fun! Draco was disappointed that you were most of the time gone and actually started ignoring you. It still hurts but what can you do. Forcing someone to like you is pointless. After that summer your family kinda fell apart.

Near the end of the summer holidays you went to your father’s study, letter from Durmstrang in hand. You knocked on the door and waited. Lucius permitted for you to come in and you read the letter to him. “There is a letter from school! I need few new books for dark arts and charms. Can we get them later? If you have time of course” your father nodded and dismissed you. In the afternoon of the next day Lucius got home early from work to pick you up and to go shopping in Diagon alley. You also wanted to get a custom case on your broom. Your hands got always cold when you were flying. You brought nice knitted case around the holder and it was so nice and warm. After that you were headed to get books you needed. Your father was heading to look at some other stuff and left you some money. “Wait for me in front of the shop.” He instructed and left. You nodded and looked for the books. You got one and looked for the other. After a while you spotted the book you needed and got on your tippy toes to get it, but you were too short. “Need any help shortie?” Said someone behind you and grabbed your book handing it to you. You grabbed the book. Looking at mop of red hair. “For your information I am not short, the shelf is just too high.” The red head chuckled. “Sure, are you going to Hogwarts too?” You looked at the book you were holding and shook your head. “I am studying at Durmstrang!” You smiled. The boy before you looked completely shocked. Platinum hair, perfect posture and student of Durmstrang. He heard of you. His father actually talked about you with his mother. You were the oldest daughter of the Malfoys. Fred remembers the conversation clearly.

“How was your day?” Asked his mom. He and his twin brother by the stairs waiting to snatch some cookies. “Malfoy came today flourishing about his oldest daughter. What is her name again?” Molly chuckled “Y/n?” Arthur nods “yes and he wouldn’t shut up about the Durmstrang. Honestly it was tiring.” He says and Molly laughs.

“Anyway thank you for the-“ before Y/n even has time to properly thank him she heard the door of the shop spun open. And in storms your father. “Y/n-“ he turned towards you. Then his gaze was on the older Weasley twin. “Weasley? I believe you are in the way. My daughter is trying to buy some books. Not that you could.” He placed his cane on the redhead’s shoulder. “Father! He is not-“you started only to be interrupted. “Fred! Oh good afternoon Lucius.” Said another voice. You looked up to see older gentleman. Presumably father of the redheaded boy. “Afternoon Arthur” said your father. “Shopping for school I presume” Lucius smirked and looked at the older, second hand, books Arthur was holding “At least some of us can afford brand new books” Said your father taking you by the shoulders “do you have everything?” You nodded. “Then we shall part ways, see you at work.” Said your father harshly while tugging you towards cashier. You looked back to see the redhead boy and waved with sweet yet awkward smile. After you left and went home your father gave you a hard lesson. “Don’t associate yourself with wrong people. The whole family of Weasleys are blood traitors.” You looked confused. Father never had any issues with people you talked to. Was this really something that was so inappropriate? You paid no mind to it happy to have your books and ready to pack to Durmstrang.

On the other hand Freds interest was peaked. He was just being nice. Still a little confused you were a Malfoy he remembered your smile.

“Vik!” You greeted your friend lightly punching him on the shoulder. He did the same. “Hov vas the rest of your vacation?” He asked. You beamed. Seriously you were the only person in the entire Durmstrang institute to be happy and smily here. “It was fine, I am just happy to be back at school!” Viktor shook his head. “Comrades!” Cheered loud voice of Arthur. “Artie!” You high-fived him and you all went to you table. You looked at the first years and thought of your first time here. There were significantly less students this year. “Guys, do you have any ideas where Archie is?” You asked just to be interrupted by the principal. “Archie is still on vaccination in Russia” whispered Artie. You pretend to be shocked and listen to principal. The whole deal as last year was heard. You were honestly just eager to eat. “Yes!” You muttered and grabbed a plate full of food. Today was the Bulgarian speciality. You simply loved this food and Vik shared your opinion. You chatted and looked around to see none of the new students went here. The lessons, duels and flights on brooms made time pass by quickly. Vik was very good at flying lessons. You often joked to get the first autograph after he will become famous quidditch player. Everything was just right.

You saw Viktor grew in to the young gentleman. He also saw you matured into skilled and talented witch. You made yourself known for being perfect. From the way you looked to the way you acted. Perfect scores in your classes, great skills, powerful friends and nice looks. The pride of your year, truly. When you were at school you enjoyed every second of each day, if you didn’t have professor Grimdale that is. But none the less life at school was perfect. The cold place was very warm and welcoming if you had the right mindset and friend group. At home it wasn’t so great. You saw as your younger brother just grew more spoiled the longer you were gone. When Draco attended Hogwarts he was sorted into slytherin. As expected. He wrote to you from time to time. But it was bland, mostly out of the formality. You wrote back just to be polite and slowly started to part your ways. Your father was writing you every month after receiving monthly report card giving you his word of encouragement. Your mother was writing from time to time too. Mostly the how are yous and be careful. You never knew what happened. Your family just stopped working at some point. You shared most of your troubles with Viktor. And he was so understanding. You actually admired him very much. He had aspiring career ahead after the Bulgarian National Quidditch team saw him play. Viktor often played with them in preparation for the World Cup.

Sitting in your room, you in your chair, Vik on your bed you tutored him in transfiguration. “Yes you did it!” You said excitedly. Viktor nodded proudly. “Vith this I could pass to the delegation!” He said. You laughed“stop calling it delegation!” The boy in front of you just shrugged. “The triwizard tournament trip or vhat ever.” You stood up slapping his shoulder. “I hope I will make it there!” Viktor looked at you confused. “You are one of the most skilled vitches!” Hearing him say that was different then what other said this.

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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eyes locked | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader, (royal!au) warnings: 18+ (nsfw), edging, a bit of voyeurism, royal walking piece of sex appeal fred weasley, son of the earl of idk. just pure filth fuck idk again (pls tell me if i forgot anything) prompts: "sit there, and stay pretty for me, yeah?"

summary: to grow up with the weasley royal family had its pros and cons; and while serving them food with constant burns on hands when the food was to be served too hotly, y/n couldn't find herself to complain - especially when she could see fred weasley every time she does so, the man of her fantasies. consequently enough, she was fred weasley's favourite maiden.

It had been years ever since she had been serving the Weasley family, and it has been years since she had been feeling all sorts of intimacy with the family's older twin, the one being the honourable Fred Weasley.

All stealing glances she throws at him whenever he struts down to the dining hall during breakfast in his loose, cotton, frilled shirt with his hair laying down his forehead haphazardly, she couldn't help but find herself be enthralled. It also didn't help that whenever she helps farmworkers harvest every Saturday of the week with all of the siblings seemingly done with their school work, she gets to see them bond with each other through Quidditch – it didn't help when Fred looked like that. She finds herself in a trance most of the time, and Madame Pince, the family's governess that comes along with the Housekeeper, Madame Pomfrey, had always had to keep an extra eye on her whenever deems so.

Alas, like every other damsel in distress over the fact that they're in love with that of the lords or ladies of the country, whether small or big the kingdom they govern be – the possibility of anything happening is zero to none. So, she stays behind. Eyes flickering every now and then whenever Fred walks by, her senses immediately filled with the scent of orange and burnt wood – much like a cigar with an undertone of cinnamon; a scent she often tried to recreate crumpets whenever she finds herself longing for the lad.

It was an unspoken rule, however, but as she ventured towards the age of exploration and piquing curiosity, she finds herself basking in Fred's aura and appeal; something she didn't expect to kick in earlier in his maturity, foreseen, nonetheless. And while she stares a tad longer than usual, she can't help but realise that Fred is too. However, most times than usual, she dismisses the thought.

And this is the reason why she was biting on her lower lip as she walked the carpeted rugs after Madame Pomfrey descended to the Kitchens as Y/N was helping the house elves in preparing tonight's dinner with Lady Ginny's fiancé, to tell her that the Hon. Fred Weasley had asked for her presence.

"I don't know, Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey replies, ushering her up the stairs with such force that only meant urgency. "Just go up to Lord Fred and make it quick!" she calls when Y/N had successfully ascended the stairs. She looked behind her and sighed audibly, nerves conjuring up her system as she tried to rack her reasons as to why Fred specifically asked for her.

"Took you long enough," Fred says after the doors of the Master Bath had opened, revealing to him the only maiden that had captured his eyes even before he knew how to describe the feelings he felt. His eyes glossed over her figure, a bit messy considering she had just come from the kitchens, albeit still very breathtaking.

"I'm sorry, your hi -" Y/N curtsied.

"You're way past that," Fred chuckles, standing with his torso exposed as he stood before three mannequins which wore three breathtaking, intricate pieces. One royal blue, one brown, and one signature Fred Weasley golden yellow.

It took a while, with Y/N just standing there as she waited for Fred's orders as he stood there as well, with his hands holding his chin as he - as Y/N assumed - decided which of the suits was he to wear for the dinner tonight.

"What colours will the linens be tonight?" Fred suddenly asked, whipping his head towards the maiden as he slightly smirked to himself as he had caught her checking him out.

"Oh, uh -" she shook her head, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as her mind tried to remember what linens Madame Pomfrey had set out on the table. "Blue, sire."

Fred hummed, "Come here,"

Y/N's eyes widened, though subtly. She walked towards Fred with such caution that Fred rolled his eyes and had to hold her wrist and pull her towards him. Y/N gasped with the action, as Fred still held the smug expression he had before.

"Choose for me," he ordered, softly, though still expressed with such command. And while Y/N tried to not give mind to Fred's eyes seemingly stuck on her, she gulped, before replying, "Yellow."

The earl's son's eyebrow rose up, pleased with her choice. Their eyes met, and Y/N's breath hitched when she realised the proximity between them. It was - dare she says, too little.

"Ah," Fred beamed, eyes flickering down to her lips, almost leaning in but as their lips almost touched, he took a step back before clapping his hands for the unchosen clothing to go back to his closet.

Paying no mind to the dumbfounded lady standing in the middle of the marble bathroom, he made his way to the tub, opening the faucet and his hands dipping in to gauge the temperature of the water. He removed his trousers, shaking his head slightly to spare his face from the hair that sprawled his forehead, before taking a step in the tub.

Y/N watched him from the corner of her eyes, too flustered yet still too scared to watch him. Every fibre of her body was begging her to turn around, but she was glad she still had the will to not do so.

But Fred has a different idea in mind.

"Sir," Y/N cleared her throat, her back still facing Fred, her skin balming with sweat as she finds the hairs on her body rising as her throat started to dry up as tension filled the atmosphere.

Fred hummed in acknowledgement.

"Sir, I -"

"I'm afraid it is against courtesy to have your back to me when speaking." Fred cuts her off, index finger coming to play between his lips as his elbow leaned against the curb of the tub.

Y/N gulped before gasping at the sight before her. Hair darker than its usual vibrant orange, chest littered with freckles, and a goddamn tease of the lad's v-line trailed off quite teasingly towards the water as Fred held himself up from the depths of the tub.

"Sir," she repeated after a moment of blankness, "what do you need me for?"

Fred smirked, for the nth time of today. Whipping his wand that sat on the opposite curb of the tub, a chair was summoned miles away, though still directly in his line of vision.

"Sit there," Fred points towards the chair that he had just recently summoned, "and stay pretty for me, yeah?"

And Y/N nodded, though still warily stood there as if she was waiting for clearer instruction. "Well?" Fred asks until realisation dawns on him, "if there were anything else, I would have told you, wouldn't I?"

The maiden's cheeks reddened once more, nodding at the directive before sitting right in front of him. So close, yet so far away, she thought. And she couldn't help but squirm as Fred keeps his eyes locked on her, her underwear dampening at the sight.

Soon enough, her eyes widen as Fred reveals he had taken off his pants. Not too long after, she was squirming as she sees a familiar jolt of his biceps.

Fred Weasley was touching himself.

Fred smirked as he saw her fidget, his hands slipping to his cock starting to harden at the sight before him. His hands wrapped around his shaft, his palm engulfing the skin of his dick in such slow strokes, almost as if he was teasing himself right in front of the lady that had been the star of his naughty dreams recently.

"Eyes on me," he says, teeth coming down to bite on his lower lip, when your eyes met his, he chuckled, "Hi, princess," he winked as Y/N became impossibly redder.

His hands came to squeeze lightly on the base of his shaft, and his thumb running across his slit now oozing with pre-cum, making him jolt every now and then, trying so desperately hard to keep his eyes on Y/N.

"God, what a sight you are, angel," Fred groans, hips bucking up to meet every time his hands descend, his free hand holding on to the flat marble surface of the tub's curb as he tried to chase his release that was far from coming. His eyes glossed over to Y/N, who was obviously rubbing her thighs.

"Princess," he says breathlessly, catching Y/N's attention, "enough of that."

Almost immediately, Y/N halts the movement with her thighs. Instead, she holds on to the edges of her seat as she was certain her lips are almost stripped off flesh by the way she was biting on them so hard.

"Sir," she whispered, and even so quiet, Fred has heard her, and when he sees her struggle against the orders he had given her, he groans, eyes rolling back almost to the back of her spine.

"Fuck, shi - yes, Y/N - fuck - what?" he tries to form a coherent sentence as he feels his body forming his much-needed release, "Shit, princess, looking so bloody beautiful like that - fuck, look what you do to me."

Y/N moaned, her hips discreetly rocking against the chair as she tried to give herself relief from tension, all thoughts of dignity came flying out the window as the desire to touch herself became not a want but a dire need. However, she knew, Fred was against disobedience whenever he gave orders until deemed reasonable.

"Princess - take your clothes off - ah - now, and no touching," he demands, leaning against the marble walls of the tub as the hand that he used for him to lean on the tub came down to squeeze on his balls as he simultaneously jacked off.

Y/N was quick to oblige, hands immediately coming to the dress that she wore atop her brown sleeves, she slipped it down her body, before pulling the brown turtleneck upwards to reveal to Fred the body that he has been imagining each night.

"You're a fucking goddess," Fred groaned, biting down on his lip as he chased his orgasm, eyes flickering towards her as he tried to keep his eyes open. Y/N, now fully nude, blushed at the comment, before sitting back on the chair.

And while she was frustrated up to no extent that she couldn't touch herself, she felt pride surging in as she realises that Fred was doing it in front of her, because of her.

"Sir," she says seductively, "you're so hot."

Fred chuckled amidst his desire to release, "Thank you," he tried to reply as pleasure took over him. And when he finds himself so desperate to release, the buck of hips became much more erratic and aggressive, "Oh, fucking shit - Y/N - gods -" he drawled out a long moan, cutting himself off.

He took one spare glance again at Y/N, before coming on his hand, both of his hands still touching him as he caught his breath. He sighed, "God, fuck," he moaned as he felt his force to keep still on the bathtub deflate as strength almost seemed to be sucked out of him.

Y/N sat there, breath heavy and chest heaving as she was - so bloody turned on.

"Com -"

"Lord Weasley, sire?" a maid knocks on the door, "Lord George Weasley has been asking about you whether you'll be down anytime sooner,"

Fred rolled his eyes, making Y/N laugh. His eyes travelled to Y/N, winking at her as she laughed, making her duck her head as she tried to hide her shyness.

"What time is it?" he mouths over Y/N, eyes widening when he realises it was five minutes before dinner. "I'll be down in three! Tell George to calm the hell out."

As soon as the maiden leaves, he turns to Y/N and makes a face, "Fucking cockblock,"

He steps out of the tub after cleaning himself, putting on his robes before walking towards Y/N to help her wear her clothing back. He made her turn around as he adjusted the fabric of her turtleneck at the back, lips coming down to kiss behind her left ear, "The chambers, after dinner," he whispers, nibbling on her earlobe, "we're not yet finished."

Y/N turns around, meeting his mischievous glare with her interested stare, making Fred smile and kiss her forehead before becoming her to the door.

"You're dismissed," Fred calls out. And as she was about to close the door, she heard Fred say, "for now."

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authorbunny · 7 months

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Fred Weasley x y/n

warnings :

domain sex

fingering

Gore language

A/N : first writing here on tumblr! i hope you guys enjoy!

(Y/N - you - and Fred Weasley are definitely NOT friends, but you seem to get along when you see your dates kissing each other.)

P/N had left you tonight. Again. And you have no idea where they went and why they didn’t inform you about their whereabouts. Glancing around the decorated Great Hall, you watched the couples dance and the sweaty horny teens grind up against each other with the last of the sanity they have.

Your eyes fell upon Fred Weasley, drinking the (definitely spiked) punch in the corner, looking like a creep. He looked lonely, but you could care less. Walking towards the food table, getting ready to eat so much food you couldn’t stand, you glance over at the sight of P/N’s dress/suit flashing into the hall. You instantly began making your way over, and turnt the corner you saw them go around.

You saw them, with a girl. All pressed up against the wall kissing on each other. You would’ve gagged if it weren’t for the hand that grabbed your waist and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck?” You whisper-shout, flipping around to be face to face (literally) with Fred. Your noses bumped at the speed you turnt and the impact made you both groan in pain.

“You were going to get caught.” Fred told you, hissing in pain shortly after. “Well, thank you, Fred the Great, but I don’t need your help to spy on my partner.” You narrowed your eyes at him, letting go of your nose.

“My date was out there as well, kissing your girl/boyfriend you’re supposed to be watching.” He hissed.

“Oh, so you’re blaming this on me, now? So now i’m the bad guy because your girl wants to rub all up on my girl/boyfriend? You’re no good.” You rolled your eyes, peeking outside of the door to see both of your dates gone.

“They’re gone.” You spoke up, turning back to Fred who just blinked and walked out. You rolled your eyes, following after him.

After a while, you got used to the “silence” even though the music was booming through the halls.

Suddenly, Fred took a halt in front of you. You stopped too, looking up at him and then looking to where his eyes were pointed to. They were there, and Fred backed you both up behind the wall.

It wasn’t on time though, because your now ex looked up. “Who’s there?” They called out. You flinched from their booming voice and unintentionally hid behind Fred, just in case they saw you.

“I heard you! I said, whose there?!” They yelled again, this time with much more force than last time. You looked for an escape. Any escape. and lucky, you found one. You pulled Fred by the arm and quietly but quickly opened the door and pulled you both in.

It was cramped, but it would have to do for the situation that was given. Your breathing was heavy and your breaths shuddered everytime you inhaled.

You looked around, suddenly becoming aware of the close proximity of you and Fred. You backed as much as you could. “Sorry.” You whispered, surprisingly nonchalantly.

He just nodded, pressing his ear to the door. You stood, your back against the wall that didn’t do anything, since there was a bucket preventing your feet from moving back.

Fred took his ear from the door and looked back at you. He thought you looked fragile. The way your chest rose and fell rapidly as if you were getting chased by a dementor.

“Hey,hey. Y/N it’s alright, they’re gone.” He placed an arm on yours, and you almost had shivered at the light touch. You just stared, your eyebrows gently furrowed and flyaways laying in front of your eyes.

That’s when it all came out.

One thing you shouldn’t do to Y/N, especially if she’s at a vulnerable state, is try to comfort her. Especially if you’re Fred Weasley.

You hadn’t thought before you kissed him, you just knew you did it in the ‘heat of the moment’.

You pulled him close to you. So close you could feel his heartbeat against your own. And you went weak when he kissed you back, melting slowly into the kiss.

His lips seemingly struggled to keep up with the desperate pace of your own, so you slowed down gradually for him to keep up. For a while, you thought your mind had shifted to another realm.

That was before he parted for a breath. You realized you needed one, as well, and stumbled away from him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was the heat of the moment, I swear-” You rambled on with your excuses until he decided to shut you up and place a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures, grabbing you by your waist to move back to the close proximity you were previously in. “Can we go somewhere more spacious? I feel cramped in here.” You muttered, kicking the bucket beside your foot.

“Of course.” He said in your ear, leading you both out of the broom closet and up the stairs into the gryffindor common room.

You were partially glad no one was there, therefore you could just slip up to the boys dorm without question. Getting to the shared dorm, you shut and locked the door behind you both, pulling him down to kiss you again.

He pulled you close and gripped your arse, making you whine against his mouth. “I know we’re going really fast but I need you.” You whined against his lips, breaking the kiss.

He hummed, his hands trailing back up to your waist, unexpectedly pulling you upwards. You yelped in surprise, but didn’t complain as you were gently placed on the bed.

Fred rested in between your legs, kissing down your jaw to your neck, unclothing you as he was doing that. He kept peeking up for consent but you were trying to let him know to keep going without having to speak.

after he got you fully undressed, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You tried to sit back up to make it longer, but he pushed you back down. “Are you sure?” He whispered in your ear, sending warm shivers down the side of your neck.

“Yes. Yes 100 times yes.” You desperately begged, opening your eyes to look at him. He smirked, but obeyed anyways. His warm lips trailed down your bare stomach, leaving you to squirm at the teasing. You grabbed his hair and ran your fingers through, wanting him to hurry up.

He kissed your legs up and down, before finally placing his mouth on your swollen clit. Your back immediately arched and your hands fisted at his ginger hair. Your hips began to grind for more friction, begging for him to do something to get rid of the ache in your stomach.

His fingers added, curling in and out of you. You became a moaning mess, and you couldn’t stay still. You wouldn’t stop squirming from the pleasure, so Fred held your hips down with his free hand, looking at you through his eyelashes.

Your top teeth raked at your bottom lip, your eyes shut tightly, and he admired the sight in front of him.

Lifting himself, you sighed (not in relief) and your chest was heaving. Your eyes opened and you looked at him as he got undressed like your eyes haven’t already unclothed him many times.

“You’re doing so good for me, lovely.” He whispered, stroking the left side of your face as he climbed back in between your legs. You felt him enter slowly, so slow you could’ve swore a turtle could move faster.

“Please go faster.” You breathed in barely a whisper. Fred obliged, thrusting his hips to collide with your own. A moan immediately ripped through your throat and your nails clawed at Fred’s back.

“Oh, fuck.” You whined, louder than intentioned. “You feel so fucking good.” He moaned, sucking his markings onto your neck.

You enjoyed the position and moved your hips for more pleasure. It obviously worked, when Fred let out a more pitched moan than usual. And you certainly enjoyed that.

You repeated the movements, and Fred couldn’t compose himself. He sounded like he wasn’t even dominant in the first place, and you took that advantage.

“K-Keep going.” He whispered, another moan escaping right after that. “You like that, don’t you?” You chuckled, combing your fingers through his hair.

You began to feel a knot form in your stomach, and you began to pant again. You could hear your heartbeat and you knew you were close. And so was Fred, by the way the breath from his nose was quick and fast, and his hands gently but greedily ran across your back.

His moans just got even more pitched and louder than they were before, and you both were about to reach the climax. Your back arched and your hips worked.

“Right there.” He whimpered, afterwards moaning louder than he ever had. He had came, and you came shortly after. The warmth of your climax and of his filling you up made you feel immensely warm.

Your back pressed back against the bed as you let yourself down, exhaling a heavy breath as you felt the liquid dripping out of you.

That was amazing.

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itsthewritergal · 2 years

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Not until I see her - F.W. x reader

Summary: Y/N isn’t who Fred thought she was..

TW: Bullying, shouting, a few swears (I think that’s it) Not proof read I’m sorry!!

Enjoy :) xxx

The sound of typing filled the small office, Fred knew instantly that it was the new shop manager, Y/N, she had only just been hired but seemed to spend every single waking minute working tirelessly on the books or ordering.

“Morning” Fred said quietly attempting not to startle her, she lifted her head up and gave Fred an award winning smile. Fred felt his breath get taken away each time she grinned at him, there was something so perfect about her energy that just made Fred want to spend every single waking moment with her.

“Hey Fred, how are you?” She beamed, running a hand through her perfectly curled hair,

“I’m good, you’re looking well” he commented

“Thank you! I thought I’m trying out a new mascara so it must be working” She chuckled, looking up at Fred as he took a few steps closer to her, there was a flash of something behind her eyes something Fred couldn’t put his finger on.

“You’re in early” He said trying to pull his attention back to work, it was far to easy to forget that Y/N was his employee

“Sorry, I should have mentioned it’s just that I knew we had to make another order of Pygmy Puff food, couldn’t let them starve” she chuckled

“I didn’t even notice that” Fred said scratching the back of his neck, suddenly filled with embarrassment that Y/N was doing his job for him

“That’s why you hired me!” She grinned “You shouldn’t have to worry about things like that”

“Still, I’m sorry” Fred said

“You don’t need to be, you’re the boss you’re not supposed to be doing anything” She said

“Not sure that’s totally true” Fred said

“Pretty sure that’s why all managers get hired” she said,

“Look at you two early birds” George stepped into the office and made his way straight to the coffee machine “You know I never will understand why we keep the good coffee in here and not in our flat” He said to Fred,

“Because we like to give our employees a reason to keep working”

“Yeah the coffee��s the only reason” Y/N grinned, hoping Fred didn’t notice the way her gaze lingered on him for a second too long

“Well Georgie we better get opening up the shop” Fred said

“You go, I need at least another coffee before I have to face anyone yet” George said

“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done” Y/N said with a gentle smile

— — —

“Sorry I was so long, the delivery date said they couldn’t deliver before next month, so I had to call up the company - well long story short they’re delivering it tomorrow but before 9 so I’m happy to come in early as I sorted it?” She said

“I couldn’t ask you to come in early, I’ll make sure George is up!” Fred grinned

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled” Y/N said quietly Fred let out a hearty laugh, Y/N felt as though her heart grew three times as big just from the sound.

“Hey Freddie!” Angelina called as she stepped into the shop, Y/N instantly turned her back to her and busied herself with tidying up the shelf which Fred had already tidied just a few minutes before

“Hey Angie, we don’t usually see you this way, what’s up?”

“Just thought I’d check up on you, I heard you hired a manager” She commented “I wanted to check them out!”

“Well you’re in luck, Y/N?” Fred said tapping Y/N on the shoulder, she turned so Angelina couldn’t see her face but Fred could, her smile had been wiped away and she attempted to beg Fred to not introduce them, but he didn’t quite get her signals, “This is Y/N, Y/N this is Angelina”

“It’s wonderful to meet— Merlin, You’re Y/N!” She said a wicked smile crossing her face

“You two know each other?” Fred asked

“No”

“Yes!”

They spoke at the same time, Y/N silently wishing the ground would swallow her whole

“Freddie you don’t remember do you?” Angelina laughed, “Uncurl the hair and take off the makeup and you’ve got the Y/N I know” She grinned

“What are you talking about”

“Fugly Y/N” Angelina said

“Angie!” Fred stopped her instantly

“Come on Freddie you were the one that came up with the nickname” Angelina laughed

“Y/N, oh Merlin you’re right I do remember now!” Fred laughed, Y/N pushed the tears away from falling,

“You’ve really changed Y/N” Angelina said “Make up really can do wonders, but sadly it can’t change you that much, I can’t believe Fred hired you”

“I’ve uhh got a thing to do” Y/N said turning away from Angelina

“Hang on a second” Angelna said and suddenly Y/N was transported back to fourth year when Angelina made it her goal to ruin Y/N’s life “Freddie, can I ask you something?”

“What?” Fred said, his voice seemed strained but Y/N didn’t pick up on it

“Would you have hired her if you had known this Y/N was Gryffindor’s resident freak?” Angelina asked, Fred hesitated for a second “I guess that’s a no then”

“I have to go” Y/N said hurrying off in the direction of the office

— — —

“You ok Y/N?” George asked kicking his feet off of the desk as she walked in,

“I need to go home” She said, George looked shocked he was never the one who Y/N went to when there was an issue, that was always Fred

“Uh I guess that’s fine, is everything ok?”

“I need to go George” She repeated

“Yeah go, go, just let me know if I can help with anything” George said quietly

Within the second Y/N had disapperated out the room,

“Where is she?” Fred asked bursting into the room

“Who?” George said

“Y/N, where is she?” Fred said hurriedly

“She went home” George said simply “What is going on?” He asked “It’s Y/N, from school” Fred said

“Y/N?” George asked

“Yeah, Fugly Y/N. You know that poor girl we terrorised for fun? Yeah that’s Y/N”

“Shit” George said as the pieces fell into place

“Angie came and made the connection and it just started again and I need to find her and apologise”

“Fred please tell me you didn’t call her that again?” George asked, his brother didn’t even need to reply George already knew the answer from the way Fred looked at him, “How didn’t we make that connection?” “Because she’s different now”

“You’ve got a lot of apologising to do, you were the one who made that nickname up”

“Yeah but I didn’t do it because she was ugly” Fred snapped

“Why did you do it then?”

“Because, because”

“Because you liked her and didn’t want anyone else to” George said putting the pieces together “Look I was young and stupid and didn’t know what else to do” Fred said frustratedly

“You’re an idiot”

“Yes I know, but I need to go and apologise, so just cover me okay?!”

“Yeah fine”

— — — — —

Fred knocked on the door, he straightened his back as the door swung open. He was met with a rather angry looking Draco,

“Go” He said simply

“Malfoy what the hell? Where’s Y/N?”

“We’re roommates, and she doesn’t want to see you so go” he said standing in the centre of the doorway so Fred couldn’t even push through if he wanted to

“How do you even know each other?”

“Well after you ruined her life she came to me, old family friends. You’re not about to hurt her again” “I’m not leaving, not until I see her”

“Then you’re going to be here a bloody long time” Draco said bluntly

“Here” Y/N’s voice called from further into the house, a letter floated delicately towards Fred

“What is this?” Fred asked as the letter dropped into his hand,

“Her resignation, see it wouldn’t have come to this if you had proved you’ve changed but your hesitation suggests you haven’t so off you go” Draco said

“Y/N please, I need to apologise” Fred raised his voice “I was stupid and young and didn’t know what to do”

“Go” Draco said,

“it’s ok Draco, he’s not going to go” Y/N said coming to the door

“Y/N please just let me explain everything”

“Come in” She said bluntly leading him to what looked like a lounge area, she sat on one sofa and Fred took the seat next to her

“I screwed up, really badly” Fred said

“Why did you hesitate?” She asked

“What?”

“When Angelina asked you if you would hired me when you knew you hesitated”

“No no no, I didn’t hesitate I was still taking everything in, I swear I didn’t hesitate” He said grabbing Y/N’s hands

“I thought we could move past it, but I don’t think I can now. You were the one who made my life miserable because of that stupid nickname”

“Look I’ll admit that I made it up but it’s not what you think”

“What is it then? You were bored and wanted a bit of fun? You were secretly in love with me and didn’t want anyone else to like me? You were—“

“Okay it is what you think, I’m not sure I’d call it love but I liked you back then and Oliver was going around saying he was going to ask you out and it was the first thing that came to mind”

“Please tell me you’re joking” Y/N said “You ruined my entire school life because you liked me?”

“It was stupid and reckless and immature but I’m not that guy anymore”

“Fred I can’t do this, I’ve heard you out so please can you just go now?”

“Please Y/N”

“No Fred just go”

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midnightmoonytales · 1 year

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𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕪: 𝔽. 𝕎

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of insecurity, mild argument, please let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: I tried writing this with my fellow curly-haired girls in mind. Bc yall- when people take time to learn how to properly handle curly hair and play with yours in a way that won't make your hair all wtf, in the end, is my absolute favorite.

White sparkling snow glistened around the burrow, covering every nook and cranny it could touch from last night's storm. Sounds of people's laughter mixed with Christmas Carols rang throughout the walls of the burrow. Three families all bundled up together under one roof, sharing memories, young and old. The dying flames of the fireplace crackle in the background, long forgotten. You could say it's cramped, hosting two more families on top of already having to fit seven people into the burrow. But no one would change a thing. Well... maybe Percy, poor boy forced to bunk with the twins and your younger brother, Teddy. Your fathers, Sirius and Remus bunked with your aunt and uncle, Lily and James. Said, "it reminded them of old times." What really justified how old they are, but we won't tell them that. Bill and Charlie ended up bunking with Harry and Ron, mostly to keep them out of trouble. Meanwhile, Hermione, Ginny, and you all shared Ginny's room.

Not that you stayed in there much, opting to sleep on the couch with Teddy. The fire crackling soon became a natural lullaby to you both. Sweet boy would wake you up frightened, during ungodly hours of the night complaining of nightmares that flooded his dreams. Refusing to sleep anywhere other than with you. It's been like this since he learned to walk. Not that either of your fathers minded, they had scrapbooks filled with pictures of you and Teddy.

Spending Christmas with your parents was rare, the full moon causing your parents to send you off to the Potters until it passed. They were like a second family to you and Teddy. Harry became like a brother to you, always trying to protect you even though you were older. It became a tradition at the Potter's house to make muggle Gingerbread houses during Christmas time, ending the night with a glass of eggnog.

Wanting to make the most of having everyone here this year, you and Harry convinced the others to compete in a gingerbread-making contest. The parents all agreed to be judges as the kids tried their best to win. Key word tried, of course, you and Harry had an advantage after making them due to years of experience. Assisting Molly in the kitchen early this morning to bake pounds of gingerbread for the contest.

With the delicious aroma of gingerbread baking in the oven. Everyone huddled around the living room, making room for one another. Sirius and uncle James telling everyone a story about your old professor Snape. Earning a swift smack against their heads from Lily, since Severus is her best friend. Remus recalled how Sirius got yoinked by the whomping willow because he was too cocky. Harry mutters, Father like daughter, reminding you of the time you ended up in the infirmary when trying to get one of the animals that escaped from Hagrid.

A few more stories were spread around before George spoke up. "My favorite story from when the three of us attended Hogwarts is probably Fred being caught sneaking out of Y/n's room." Groans left both yours and Fred's lips, remembering that eventful morning.

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The sounds of small pebbles hitting your window awoke you from your sleep. Growing aggravated from being woken up, you through your duvet off of you. The brash cold air stole away whatever sleep you had left in you. Reaching for your wand on the nightstand, "Lumos," muttered from your lips. With the glow of your wand, the sound of pebbles halted to a stop. Approaching your window, you could faintly make out a mop of red hair through the dense fog. It could only be one person, quickly you opened your windows. Before you know it, Fred was mounting off his broom. "What are you doing here!" You quietly shouted, trying your best to not wake anyone in your house. Swiftly closing your window behind him.

"I missed you," He grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could see the tiredness in his eyes, but it warmed your heart to see he would fly all this way to see you, even if he was tired. Reaching your hand to fix his air-ridden hair, you dragged him to your bed. Wanting to get out of the cold that was surrounding you both. It was rare to get to spend time together lately. Between George and him running the joke shop and you preparing for your NEWTS, your schedules were jam-packed. But you both made it work.

Snuggling into each other, his hand caught your chin. The smell of cinnamon and gunpowder flooded your senses. Rubbing your lip with his thumb, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. Neither one of you is in a rush-rather slow tired kisses being exchanged as you both fall into a sleepy embrace.

The sounds of birds chirping, and streams of bright light wake you up. Groggily rubbing the tiredness out of yours, "Shit," you mumble. Fred was supposed to be gone before the sun was up. Your parents were early birds, which was their normal since you were born. Rushing out of bed, your legs got caught in your duvet, causing you to fall to the floor with a loud...THUMP. Alerting your sleeping boyfriend. Trying to pry yourself as fast as you can, you noticed that your window was slightly cracked. You swore you closed it last night.

"Are you okay?" Fred panicked, quickly making his way off the bed to help you get out of the duvet.

"You have to get out of here, it's morning." You warned him. The color drained from his face. Quickly, he picked up his broom that was in the corner of the room. Looking out your window, the coast was clear. Turning around, you were met with a kiss. "Mm as much as I love kissing you," Pushing him away gently, "you have to get out of here before you get caught." Fred smiled like he had just won the lottery, mounted his broom and flew out the window. He turned around to say bye, a bright smile on his face soon replaced with fear as a big black dog grabbed onto the end of his broom. Bringing him down to the ground. There was only one person that it could be...your papa. Quickly turning around, you were faced with your stone-faced father standing in your doorway...oh no.

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"You gave the boy a proper fright Padfoot," James wheezed, bent over in his seat. Lily shook her head at her husband's amusement. A few poorly hidden chuckles were admitted from the others. On the other hand, Molly was fuming. She knew her boys were always up to no good, but she usually found out.

"You better thank Godric, Fredrick Weasley, that I'm only learning about this now," Molly exasperated, Arthur rubbing her arms up and down trying to calm her down. Whispering something into her ear, you could see her start to calm down. The bell that Harry brought Molly a few Christmases back, rang, alerting everyone that the gingerbread was done. You and Molly excused yourselves to the kitchen. Grabbing the mittens from the drawer, you pulled the gingerbread from the oven. "So... Y/n dear, do you want to marry my Freddie?" Molly asked, her attitude completely different from the one just a few moments ago. Panicked, you dropped the gingerbread. Luckily enough it fell onto the oven door rather than on the floor. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to frighten you," She spoke tenderly.

Frighten you, that was a nice way to put it. It's not that you didn't want to marry Fred- Rather, it was a dream you had since you attended Hogwarts, but you didn't think he wanted to marry you. It felt stupid to think that way. You two have been dating for seven years now. Marriage was bound to come eventually. Especially now that you both were older. The two of you were doing well in your careers. You have a lovely home together, midway between your parent's home and the burrow. "I truly do wish to marry him, Molly," you said, separating the correct pieces of gingerbread into their respective plates.

She stopped what she was doing before looking up at you, "but?" She was one person who knew you too well. Doting on you even before you started dating her son.

Laughing under your breath, "but I don't know if he wants to marry me," You finished, turning around to continue separating the gingerbread. Your mind wanders to the possibility of him not wanting to marry you. Molly's hand softly rubbed your shoulder making you aware of the feelings of wetness falling down your cheek.

"Oh dear, that boy is absolutely enamored with you." She said, pulling out a chair and beckoning for you to sit in it. Softly but efficiently pulling your hair tie out, separating part of your hair into sections as she spoke, gently yet diligently detangling knots with her finger. "That boy has been planning on marrying you since he learned you could tell him and George apart." Her voice was laced with amusement.

"He has?" You asked, turning around to face her. Hands gripping the top of the chair. Nodding her head before turning your face forward, she continued to play with your hair. Gently pulling pieces apart to easily braid your hair into a crown. It wasn't perfect, with random little hairs sticking out in certain places, but it was you. You were far from perfect and that's okay. You don't have to be. Your hands smooth over the apples of your cheeks, hoping to hide any possibly noticeable pigment. Her words didn't take all your worry away but did ease the thoughts that plagued your brain.

By the time Molly was done braiding your hair and complementing it with mistletoe, the gingerbread was cooled. Icing prepared the night before. It was time for everyone to pair into teams. Looking for your partner in crime, you realized he was nowhere to be seen. While it was possible to lose him in the sea of redheads, everyone else was accounted for. Mumbling each person's name as you saw them. Realizing that your boyfriend was not amongst them.

Glancing outside through the kitchen window, dark clouds started filling the sky. Another storm in the midst of brewing. Yet, Fred was still nowhere in sight. Scenarios scorched through the inside of your eye lids, panic overtaking any relief that you once had. Where the bloody hell is Fred? Why would he go out now? We’re with family, why would he do this when we are with our families? You rather him do whatever he is doing behind closed doors of your home than sit here embarrassed amongst your families. Not that it makes it any better, because it doesn’t. Rubbing your sweaty palms against your trousers, hoping to wipe away the worry. A firm hand settled against your shoulder, squeezing it ever so slightly. Looking up to see both of your fathers standing behind you, soft smiles placed lazily on their lips. A weak smile spread across your lips, more so worried about wherever Fred disappeared to.

“We’ll be your gingerbread partner's pup,” Sirius said, moving a strand of hair that had managed to escape the braid. Remus hand rubbing circles along your spine, relieving some tension. Parents weren't supposed to team up with the children's since they were supposed to be judges, but since your partner is missing, they couldn’t leave their daughter by herself. Nodding, you quickly got to work planning and setting up. Choosing to make a mini version of the shrieking shack. Both holding memories, good and bad, from your parents and your years at Hogwarts. Rather than using it to change on full moons, George, Fred and you choose it when picking an inconspicuous spot to prepare pranks.

After what seemed to be forever, you all finished. Proud of your work, the shack looked just as wrecked as it was in real life. Windows hanging by a thread and the building tilting ever so slightly. James, Lily, Molly and Arthur all stood together, conversing. Going from one gingerbread to another as everyone stood behind their respectable houses. As the judges chatted amongst themselves, their final decision being Teddy and Charlie who made a wonky dragon on top of a crumbling house. While it probably wasn’t fair, you would do the same thing for Teddy. The smile that appeared on his face made it feel like you won yourself. Faintly, your attention was captured by the sound of the door opening and closing. Snow littered through his hair and shoulders, frantically trying to shake it off. Excusing yourself, you made your way over to Fred.

“Hello Darling, mmm I love the hair style,” he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Shrugging off his coat, leaving it to rest on the coat hanger that was probably already too full to hang anything else. “Did you guys already start the gingerbread house?” He said, bummed. Stating earlier that he wished to partake in it.

Annoyed, you sat there for Godric knows how long, waiting for your lover. “You don’t get to be bummed when you leave without us knowing.” The feeling of being embarrassed and humiliated swelled up in your chest. Upset that your parents even saw his absence. You loved working on the gingerbread house with them, but still. “Where the bloody hell were you,” You whispered shouted, trying your best to not alert those around you. Which didn’t work as well as you hoped, everyone around going quiet. Before Molly rushed everyone into the back yard, despite the protest that it was snowing outside.

Caught off guard, “What exactly are you insinuating?” His arms crossed and his brows furrowed. He knew he had to keep what he was doing a secret but couldn’t believe you didn’t trust him. Never once in the past seven years has, he done something to break your trust. Of course, you had fought every now and then, but that's what couples do. However, this conversation in itself was absurd to him.

“I don’t know, Okay,” you said, fidgeting with whatever you could touch. Millions of thoughts were going through your head. “You go missing during the middle of the night for hours at a time.” You rambled on, expressing thoughts that have been inside your head for a while now. Your fingers picking at your bottoms as you expressed your emotions. “I just don’t know what to think, you’ve never done me wrong before, but hours at a time at night is concerning,” You stated, never truly making eye contact with him.

“You want to see where I’ve been off to at night then fine.” He said, taking off his sweater off the rack and pulling it around you. Before taking your scarf off the rack and wrapping it around your neck. His shoulders raised ever so slightly, considerably tensed. Even when he was upset, he still took time to make sure that you were all set. He didn’t have to prove either where he went but if it made you feel better then so be it. Opening the door, he pulled you through piles of snow. “I wasn’t going to do this till tomorrow, but plans changed.” He muttered.

“W-what?” You asked, confused on where he was taking you in the middle of winter. Snow falling continuously, not caring that you were traveling somewhere. After what felt like hours, and a steep hill, you made it to the willow tree you and Fred used to come to when either of you were having a bad time. “What are we doing here Fred?”

“Please be quiet, and let me talk,” he said, cold fingers pressing against your lips. “I was going to wait till tomorrow, but I’m going to do it now.” Digging into his pocket, pulling out a red-velvet case, decorated by painted flowers. “You’ve been my partner in crime for over seven years now. You never once mixed George and I up, even when we tried pulling pranks on you to believe we were the other person. You helped us open our Joke shop, staying up countless nights helping us fix gadgets that were faulty.” He spoke, getting onto one knee, opening the velvet case to show a crystal encased in gold vines that shimmered in the moonlight. “You made me feel like my own person, not just another Weasley people couldn’t name. You taught me how to be vulnerable, and how to be a better man. All those nights I was out, I was planning how to make this as special as I could for you.” Looking around you noticed your favorite flowers in floating pots and fairy lights hanging from the old willow tree. Over to your left, your whole family scattered around, smiling at you. “So, will you do the honors of being my partner in crime for the rest of our lives?”

Tears swelled down your face, all this time you thought he was out doing something sketchy he was really just planning your proposal. Before you could speak, little arms wrapped around your legs tight. “My sister,” Teddy said. Digging his head into your legs. Laughs escaped everyone, as your fathers came to grab him. Planting a small kiss on his head before your parents took him back over to everyone else.

“Yes,” Wiping the almost frozen tears from your face as he slipped the gorgeous ring on. Pulling him into a kiss as soon as he was finished. Happy that your thoughts were wrong in the end. You were getting your happily ever after, the one you always dreamed of.

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I went full time at work so I could buy a new laptop for school, and I'm absolutely drained. Especially when there only one of me and I'm getting pulled six different ways at once. But on a good note, I'm so glad I finished this.

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missesstargirl · 1 year

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unpopular option! ppl tend to crush/like fred more bc he is dead and have like this weird victim/hero complexion

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dracossweetprincess · 2 years

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good looking boy | f.w

fredxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: y/n’s a slytherin, and well, slytherins don’t like gryffindors , she agreed with that, until she met a good looking boy

warnings: during hogwarts years, abusive family/household, just fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst 🎀

y/n hasn’t felt quite like herself lately. a usually concentrated and dedicated student in every class was noticeably staring at a certain fred weasley, every class, all day long.

y/n didn’t know what it was, she didn’t know if it was his fluffy ginger hair that always, and she means always managed to keep messy. she didn’t know if it was the habit he had of making little lullabies by tapping his fingers on the table during class. maybe it was the way he play fought with her, their smiles brighter than the stars above.

y/n was undeniably head over heels in love with the prankster ginger haired boy she had done her very best to despise. but how could she? how could she when he smiled so sweetly? how could she when a day with him felt so much better than a lifetime with anyone else? how could she when he gave her his famous bear hugs?

fred didn’t feel any different. he’d never pictured himself falling for a slytherin girl, but y/n was special. she was his girl. she was one of the most unconditionally loving people he had ever met, and when he was with her, he felt like he could do anything.

there was only one thing keeping their relationship from being a dream.

y/n was a slytherin, and well, fred was worried his family wouldn’t accept her as well as they would if she was a gryffindor. y/n was aware of this, and it worried her too.

christmas time was coming around and fred would love nothing more than to have y/n spend christmas with him and his family. fred was aware y/n was going through a hard time with her home life, her parents being death eaters, and wanting her to join too.

y/n had told fred everything about how days were at her house, cold and unwelcoming, and y/n despised living in house where there was no love. ‘maybe if you weren’t such a good looking boy i wouldn’t have fallen for you and we wouldn’t have this problem.’ y/n joked.

‘darling, yes my parents would definitely prefer for you to be a gryffindor, but they will love you. because i love you. i love you because you are so kindhearted. i love you because you have revealed yourself to be totally opposed to your parents. your bravery and actions remove so much of the stigma that has been attached to slytherin house for hundreds of years. you make people see that the house is more than just a bunch of bullies and dark wizards.’

y/n felt her heart soar, feeling the pure adoration her boyfriend felt for her. ‘freddie, i love you too. so much.’ you hugged him, your arms wrapped around his waist snuggly. ‘now gorgeous, if you don’t mind, i’ll be writing a letter to my parents telling them you’ll be coming over for christmas.’

a few days latter, a letter from fred was delivered at the burrow, molly and arthur reading it together, always excited to get any updates from their children.

‘dear mom and dad,

everything here at hogwarts is going great. however, i can’t wait to come home for christmas and see you guys, i’ve missed you loads. i do have some news though. i have met a girl, and i’ve fallen in love. her name is y/n, and she is my girlfriend. she’s been going through some stuff lately, because she is in a complicated situation. y/n is in slytherin, and y/n’s parents are death eaters. yes i know what you’re thinking, and please mom, please dad, know that y/n is the most selflessly loving person i know and that her beliefs are completely opposite to her parents. she’s told me that staying at her house is difficult for her, since her parents have been trying to persuade her to join them, and they also treat her horribly. i would really appreciate it if you could welcome her in our house for this christmas break. please think about this, y/n really wants to impress you guys, and she needs a family.

lots of love,

your favourite twin :)’

molly and arthur were really touched as they read fred’s letter and immediately sent one back, confirming they’d have her for christmas. ‘my love, guess what.’ fred smiled, his head peeking through y/n’s dorm door. ‘what?’ y/n asked, walking towards fred to greet him with a kiss.

‘mom and dad said yes.’ he wiggled his eyebrows playfully. ‘oh my god! what? no way! i’m so happy!!’ she jumped into his arms, letting him spin her around.

the time for christmas holidays had come, and y/n couldn’t contain her excitement as she walked hand in hand with her boyfriend into the hogwarts express, settling cozied up in a compartment with ron, hermione and harry.

you’d gotten on very well with all of fred’s siblings, ginny especially. she felt like a little sister to you. you also had a good friendship with harry and hermione, so you were super happy you’d all be spending christmas break together.

‘we’re going to have the time of our lives’ fred whispered into you ear, and you nodded agreeing, as you drifted off to sleep in your boyfriend’s loving arms.

in no time you were all at the burrow, ron knocking on the door. arthur opened it and greeted you all. ‘hi kids! it’s so nice to see you again!’ he hugged you one by one. ‘y/n, it’s so nice to meet you.’ he smiled warmly.

‘it’s so nice to meet you too mr. weasley, and thank you for having me for the holidays, i appreciate it so much more than you know.’ arthur was hugging fred when he said, ‘please y/n no need for formalities, you’re dating our son, and you’re welcome here whenever you need.’

as you all walked into the kitchen, you looked around at the small but extremely cozy home, something you weren’t used to. you were met with molly finishing dinner, ‘oh hi kids! i’ve missed you all so so much. y/n it’s a pleasure to meet you darling, please feel at home.’ she hugged you tightly.

after arthur helped you get your stuff in ginny’s room, which you’d also be sharing with hermione, you all sat down for dinner. everyone chatted happily, and the food was amazing. how can you beat homemade food?

‘y/n darling i have something for you.’ molly smiled, getting up from her chair and handing you a present. ‘christmas is only in a few days, but i felt i needed to give you this gift, to officially welcome you to the family.’

as you carefully opened the package, you were met with a knitted sweater with your initial on it, similar to the one everyone in the family had. you thanked everyone, as you shed a tear.

it felt good to finally be in a home that was filled with love.

a/n: i’m actually quite proud of this, but sorry if it got a bit too long! if you enjoyed it pls reblog, it helps so much!! ily 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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im-a-dangleing-hedgehog · 5 months

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greetings, as a fandom fic writer, I honestly take requests from any kind of fiction and I will try my best to write your fictions (I will try my best to write smut)

I take requests of --

● harry potter

● severus snape

●Lucius malfoy

●draco malfoy

●Cedric diggory

●Fred weasley

●Gorge weasley

●basically, any female character from hp

●marvel

●harley quinn

●joker

I mostly write fiction for y/n and I am willing to write basically anytype of fics [I'll try my best ] I am still taking requests ! also some reminders . thanks!

REMINDER!

☆no rushing ,i am a student with homework.

☆my mother language isn't english, so grammar mistakes are something you should expect <Grammarly>

☆pls do not tell me to open up about myself on what my life is about or who my friends are ,I would most likely want to keep soem personal things to myself

☆i currently write on tumblr , wattpad, and Ao3, but if there are any platforms you want me to write on, just tell me i will find my way in doing that

anyway thats all you need to know .Lastly thank you again for making to my page

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sleepparalysisdemon112 · 1 year

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Chasing After You

warnings:none

summary: Fred has made it his goal to get with the good girl, and deep down she wants him too.

part 1?? maybe-

A/n I know this isn’t hotd but I love Harry Potter so... REQUESTS OPEN

Ever since he met you, he knew he had to have you.

You were too good, too pure, you were a straight A, goody-too-shoes student and that intrigued him, or maybe it was whenever he cracked a joke in class or pulled some insufferable prank on a professor you always seemed to smile, and try to hide it, but he could see.

So, he made it a goal to get you to like him. He knew you had a boyfriend, but he was a twat anyways, smug and entitled.

.............

You were walking to your charms class, books in hand and pushing a loose piece of hair behind your ear, when he approached. “That’s a lot of books you have there,” you looked up at the tall redhead, and smiled slightly. “You mean, the ones your supposed to have for this class?”

“I’m not one for books,” you shook your head, “why don’t you help me? From what I hear, you’re quite the smart one,” he put his hands in his pockets keeping up with your fast pace. “Or you could use the books assigned to you,” you both walked into class, and you sat beside your friend Angela giving her a smile as you opened one of them, he sat next to you placing both hands on the desk and connecting them together. “This isn’t your seat,” you looked at him with an unamused face, “I bet you he won’t notice, and if he doesn’t you have to help me,”

“And if he does?” you raised your eyebrows, “then I guess I will leave you alone,” “he leaned back in his seat shrugging his shoulders. “Deal,” You tried to ignore how he made you feel, you knew you had a boyfriend, even though it was a loveless affair. Your parents were practically forcing you into this relationship, both of your families were high in the ministry and highly encouraged you two being together, but he was selfish, and rude, you had always watched Fred, but you had a reputation to upkeep, and you didn’t want to lose what you had.

..........

It was the end of class by now, and there he was, still sitting in the same seat, Professor Flitwick not glancing an eye once he moved closer to your ear as you were gathering your books, whispering, he spoke, “see you in the library by, let’s see- 4? Don’t be late,” and with that he smiled and got up. The skin on your neck was now covered in goose bumps, you knew you were going to go, it was a deal, and you always kept your word, but you weren’t going to let it go any farther than studying.

............

You walked into the library and immediately saw the back of his red hair; his foot was tapping hesitantly on the floor. You walked over hesitantly taking in a deep breath and keeping your books close. You sat down across from him, and he smiled widely, “your late, but I’ll let it slide, this time,” you rolled your eyes and placed your charms books down, “This is what you need, and what exactly did you need help with,” he placed his chin on his hand, “why are you with him anyways, he’s such a twat,” you parted your lips, “Weasley, let’s focus on charms, like we agreed on.”

“Fine, fine, but I’m always here you know.” he smiled, and you ignored the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

.........

“So, then you just flick your wrist and do exactly what I told you, got it?” you smiled. The session had gone surprisingly well, he actually listened and didn’t get off topic, which surprised you completely. “Yep, got it,” you grinned, maybe you could let your guard down a bit, it wasn’t like letting go a little was going to affect your whole future anyways. “I don’t actually like him, it’s more of a parent pleasing situation,” you said as you gathered your books trying to not look at his face.

“Ah, I knew it,” he clapped, and you widened your eyes at him, “not so loud,” and you laughed, he actually made you laugh!

“So then let me take you out, next time we go to Hogsmeade, we can go to the shops together,” his face was full of confidence, and you knew you should say no, but you had always like Fred. Deep down, you enjoyed his pranks, and admired his confidence, you genuinely envied it. “What if he sees?” you tilted your head, “let him,” you shook your head.

“Fine,” his smile almost made you regret it.

#fred #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fluff #george weasley x reader #weasley twins #Weasley #Ron Weasley #Fred imagine #Fred x y/n #Fred fluff #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley smut #Fred Weasley drabble #Harry Potter #Harry Potter imagine #Hp #Hp imagine

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 2 years

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‘needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up’ with fred weasley?

Bathroom troubles

Christmas was one of your favourite times of the year, it always had been. Even more so now that you got to spend it with Fred and his family. You’d been dating Fred for two years, so you’d only had two Christmases with the Weasley’s, but you knew you wanted a lifetime of them. It was Mrs Weasley who made them extra special, you always joked how she must spend all year preparing for it although you weren’t sure how much of a joke it was anymore. Somehow, she always had a new jumper for each of the family members and the extra people to open on Christmas morning.

School finished about a week before Christmas, allowing another week afterwards to celebrate the new year. You’d been helping Fred pack his things before leaving for the holiday.

“Freddie, what is this?” You hold up a dingy worn out bear by its ear, a look of mock disgust displayed on your face.

He grabs the bear out of your hands, cradling it against his chest. “Don’t worry Mr. Bear they were just joking” he coos. You raise your eyebrows, wishing you had your camera on you to take a photo and embarrass him. “Do you not like Mr. Bear?” He feigns shock, throwing the bear towards your face. You dodge the incoming attack, picking the bear up off the floor and packing him in the suitcase.

It wasn’t long before you were all packed and boarding the Hogwarts express. You sat tucked in the window seat with Fred next to you. Not even ten minutes into the journey his head had lolled onto your shoulder, ginger hair tickling your cheek.

Mrs. Weasley was full of joy when she greeted you on the platform. She bundled you into her arms like you were her own child, almost squeezing you to a point of suffocation until Fred reminded her that he would quite to spend Christmas with you alive.

Christmas was still a couple days away yet celebrations in the burrow had already begun. The cluttered house was decked out in decorations, lights and tinsel streaming in every direction possible. A small tree was situated in the corner of the living room, baubles hanging off every single branch. There had been some attempts to make the tree bigger, no doubt by George and a made up spell, as the hole in the ceiling above proved.

The long day of travelling had tired you out so you and Fred politely excused yourself from the heated game, only so competitive because George kept cheating, to go to your shared room.

“Don’t you want Mr. Bear” you teased as Fred climbed into bed.

“You’re better” he said pulling you down with him, snaking his arm around your middle to pull you closer.

Fred, like on the train, was asleep in minutes. It took you longer to get to sleep but it was long till you woke up again anyway. The sun had set since you’d gone to bed and the room was only lit by the bedside table lamp left on. Fred was even closer than he was when you went to sleep, his arm was still wrapped around you but a leg was thrown over yours and his chin rested on top of your head. There was one problem, you needed the toilet.

“Fred” you whispered, only to be met by snores. You tried again, gently shaking his arm. When he didn’t answer the third or fourth attempt you gave up, resigning yourself to the uncomfortable fate of having to wait until he woke up.

#fred weasley x reader #fred x reader #fred weasley #Harry Potter #hp #hp universe #Harry Potter universe #Harry Potter x reader #harry potter fandom #fred x you #fred x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #pls don’t ask why i decided to make this a christmas fic in summer

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dracowars · 2 years

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is a pureblood slytherin who went from an enemies to lovers relationship with fred. lately she started feeling like she isn't enough for him and that she's disappointing her family with their secret affair. so she starts taking a distance from him and sinks into some kind of depression; she always suffered with self worth issues and confidence, always thinking she wouldn't be up to the standards her parents set for her. but she never showed it, not even to fred. he notices her change in behaviour and gets worried, so he decides to confront her and they end up having a huge and angsty argument.

thanks :)

define me | fred weasley

pairing: fred x syltherin!reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where y/n feels like her relationship with fred is doomed

a/n: trying to go through all my requests in my holidays!! hope you enjoy this one <3

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

„If that isn’t the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world right there!”, a cheerful voice calls out behind you, after you have just made your way out of the greenhouses from your Herbology class and in the direction of the castle. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn to the origin of the voice and are immediately drawn into a tight hug that, admittedly, you did not see coming. Apparently the Weasley twins just finished their daily training session while you had to deal with a Venomous Tentacula.

“Stop it, Fred!”, you giggle softly as he begins to scatter soft kisses across your face while continuing to give you all the compliments that come to his mind, which his twin brother does not approve of either as his face kind of turns into a shade of green.

“Gross, get a room”, George chokes out, while you are not sure how much of it he is faking and what is actually real, but at least he manages to stop his brother with his words.

“Just don’t pay attention to him, he is just an annoying ringing in the ear and pretty jealous that his last date did not go as well”, Fred winks at you, causing you to laugh out loud. “How about we sneak out to the lake tonight? Just the two of us?”

“Sounds great”, you smile and gently kiss him, which George comments on with another gag. Running your hands over your boyfriend’s broad shoulders, you adjust his Quidditch uniform while grinning to yourself. “I think your brother wants to go and unfortunately, I have to go to Potions now.”

“Alright, see you tonight, my love”, Fred smiles, kissing you one last goodbye before the two of them wave you goodbye and disappear into the castle. Absorbed in your dreamy thoughts, you look after them and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you, your posture stiffens and the voices you now hear make you shiver. These voices never mean anything good.

“Oh, how adorable! But what would Mommy and Daddy Y/L/N say if they knew their only daughter and heiress to their empire is dating a Weasley?”, Pansy Parkinson’s annoying voice says behind you, her words making your heart beat faster. You and Fred do not hide the fact that you are in a relationship, but you have always kept it low, especially in front of the Slytherins. Because each of them knows your family, and your family happens to be unaware of their daughters’ dishonorable actions, or, well, love interests.

“They always talk about you in such high tones, and they don’t even know that their daughter lies to their face every time, so cold and unscrupulous. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? My parents would kick me out of Hogwarts in a heartbeat and never let me leave the house again”, Daphne Greengrass adds, a wicked grin on her lips that is only made worse by the fact that you do not have a counter.

Because they are right. It is the truth.

As the only child of the Y/L/N family, you have always been in the spotlight, but not in a good way. You have never been allowed to make mistakes or make your own decisions or live the way you want or hang out with the people you want. Business dinners and balls are all you knew for a long time, events where they could present their flagship daughter to the world. They never realized the pressure they put on you. Or they did but did not care about it.

“Leave me alone”, are the only puny words you can manage to get out before rushing to the safety of the building. Their judgmental looks burn into the back of your head and their words entice you to take a detour, not to your next lesson but to your common room in the Slytherin dungeon, where you lie down on your bed and do not get up until the next morning. While doing so, you completely forgot that you actually had plans with Fred in the evening and instead spent your time trying to avoid your parents’ looks from the family photo next to your bed. Without success, because you can clearly feel their disappointment and the consequences of your actions incredibly scare you, which is why you make a decision for your own sake.

Even if it means you have to break the heart of the boy who was always there for you when your family was not.

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The numerous voices swirling around you just echo to you through a tunnel as you sit listlessly in front of your breakfast, your stomach heavy. You do not dare to raise your eyes for fear you might make eye contact with someone. Lonely, you sit at the end of the table, the other Slytherins paying little attention to the fact that one of them separates themselves from the group.

When a plate falls to the ground with a loud crash at a table next to you, shattering into many pieces, you startle and reflexively look in that direction. Which turns out to be a huge mistake, because your eyes meet Fred’s in a second, who is smiling at you from across the hall. He does not look the tiniest bit disappointed that you dumped him, he just seems happy that you are sitting here this morning. With the first of the day approaching, the first few students rise and scurry to the exit of the Great Hall, trying to make it to their classrooms in time.

Fred, who has not taken his eyes off you, gets up at the exact same moment you do. Noticing this, you quicken your steps and duck among the crowd of students that are gathering in the hallways. You ignore the fact that he calls after you before you fully disappear into the crowd and go straight to your lesson.

Relieved that you could manage to avoid him all day, you leave the room after class, your backpack over your shoulder and a book under your right arm. However, you do not expect Fred to be waiting for you in the hallway with his back against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Your eyes meet for a brief moment, and you immediately turn away, going in the other direction, but it is too late. If he did not notice before that you are avoiding him, he definitely noticed now when he runs after you, standing in front of you to block your way.

“Fred, I am in a hurry”, you say with your head down and walk past him, but he grabs your arms, lifting you off the ground briefly before placing you directly in front of him again. No more escape.

“Why are you avoiding me?”, he asks directly, which only makes you more insecure. Your trembling hands grip the book tighter, as if it could give you strength to get through what is about to come.

“I am not avoiding you, I just really don’t have time to-”

“Did I do something wrong?”, Fred asks worried and sad, making your heart ache even more. The fact that he immediately related all of it to himself does not make it any easier for you to say the next few words, but you know you have to.

“I don’t think this works, Fred”, you say emotionlessly, but your shaky voices gives your true feelings away. Still, the shock creeping up on his face is unbearable.

“Wait, wait.. What? What are you even talking about?”, he prompts, as if he did not quite understand what you were saying, even though you both know perfectly what you just hinted at.

“I am just saying.. We are too different. You are a Gryffindor, I am Slytherin. It just doesn’t fit”, you explain and as soon as the words leave your lips realize that this will not be the point that ultimately convinces him. Because it sounds stupid. Because it is stupid.

“Who put such nonsense in your head?”, Fred laughs, but there is no humor in it. “Was it that Pansy Parkinson again? What did she say this time-”

“No, Fred. It’s my decision, no one told me anything and if you will excuse me now, I have classes that require my presence”, you brush him off and due to the complete state of shock Fred is in right now, he lets you pass him. He does not notice the tear that runs down your cheek as you do.

“So I am supposed to just accept that you are breaking up with me, leaving me without any proper explanation?”, he finally calls after you in a loud voice. But what makes you stop are not his words, but the sadness that resonates with them. Your heart breaks a bit more at the sound.

“Fred..”

“You dumped me yesterday without telling me. I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what happened or if you were okay. I was worried sick just for you to ignore me the whole day and then tell me it is over between us?”, he says, hurt and confused by what is happening at the moment, unable to understand why you are suddenly feeling this way. “I am sorry, but I don’t think what you are saying is true.”

“How so? Because I always lie?”

“No, that is not-”

“Alright, Fred, I got it. Everything always has to be up to you”, you claim, getting too involved in this arising argument. If he had just accepted your decision, it would have been less painful for both of you.

“It is not fair, Y/N. If you really want to end this between us, then I also deserve to know why”, Fred replies and takes another step towards you so that you can see the pain in his eyes even better now. His gaze holds yours and when you think you see tears forming in his eyes, all damns in you break all of a sudden.

“You want to know why?! Because I am no good for you, Fred. I am a bad person. We should not even exist as a couple because it is doomed to fail anyway! I am not allowed to associate with the people I like and choose myself. I am and always have been the pride of my family and I will not let them down just because I am with someone like you-”

You cannot finish your emotional outburst as Fred pulls you into the bone-crushing hug you so desperately needed, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. He runs his hand over your hair, the back of your head, and your back in an attempt to calm you down and stop your tears.

“Who your parents are doesn’t define who you are, Y/N”, he whispers softly in your ear as you violently sob in his strong arms, that hold you upright to not let you sink on the cold floor. “You are the most incredible witch I have ever met, and your parents must be so incredibly proud of you, there is no other way. You have always done what they asked of you, but it is finally time for you to be selfish. I won’t lose you over this. I won’t allow it.”

Fred’s words patch your heart back together in seconds and make it pound faster than ever. You know he is right and you do not have to bow to your parents’ demands anymore. But there is still a long way to go before you can fully accept yourself as you are and be proud of yourself at the same time. Fred will be with you every step on this journey.

“Maybe our relationship isn’t the end, but it’s the beginning.”

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Dumb Krum … I love you too!

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader & Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Summary: Attending Durmstrang might be the best thing that ever happened to you. You are doing amazing academically, you have friends and even first crush. That is until you went with him to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament when things got more complicated.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7 REUPLOAD (longer version)

PART 8

TBA~

PART 9

PART 10 FINALE

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underneath the table | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader (royal!au) warnings: (18+) nsfw, voyeurism, oral, male-receiving? a bit of edging, spitting. idk what else to add here except the fact that this was filthy and i needed to cave into fred weasley, yk. prompts: “i’m sensitive, please”

a/n: here's the part two to those who've asked from the first part of the fic!! i always love some pining with dear ol' freddie. so, ofc, this will have a third part 🙈

summary: y/n y/l/n was as needy as ever for fred weasley after the last encounter where they were interrupted the last time. now, as another opportunity presents itself to y/n, she knows she has to do something about it.

"Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey says as she makes a quick rundown on her list, minutes before another banquette is to be held in the kingdom, as Hon. Ron, the family's youngest son, had announced his engagement with the Lady Granger - or Hermione, as she likes to be called most of the times - therefore, another celebration is expected.

Which meant Y/N had spent most of her free days instead of helping in formwork every Saturday with Fred hovering above her anytime he got, she spent the day going with Madame Pince and Madame Pomfrey for the preparation, from the cleaning of the chambers to buying vegetables, meat, and other raw ingredients from the merchants in King's Cross.

So, Fred, whose favourite day was Saturday considering he gets to see more of Y/N during the second to the last day weekend, was immediately displeased - to say the least. In fact, his team had won by the number of bludgers he had beaten off, leaving at least one or two for George to deal with.

"Pray thee, brother," George kids Fred as they unmounted the broom, with Fred emphasizing each action by harshly throwing his own away, leaving a loud thud as George found the whole scene entertaining. "take a breather or the next time I see you the whole broom closet is torn down into pieces of wood."

Fred rolled his eyes, shaking off his rather sweaty hair, removing his gears in such a fierce manner.

"Ah, still no attitude adjustment from Y/N, I assume?" George whispers, laughing almost immediately as Fred meets his gaze as he nonchalantly removed all of his gear.

"There's no attitude adjustment," Fred mutters, freeing the top section of his hair from the tight pony he has placed it in.

"Yet," George replies, winking at Fred, who, in turn, just slapped the back of his head, with George exclaiming a playful wince of pain as he returned the gesture to his older twin. "Don't know why you just can't ask her out, though, she seems pretty in love with you."

Fred shrugs, and immediately George knew. "Mum and Dad both know that we don't take rules by the book, Freddie. We simply have a mind of our own."

The older twin didn't dare to respond. He knows how he and George have a mind of their own, yes, he and his twin always had blown up different rooms and bathrooms - causing plumbers and carpenters to be working more than their usual hours.

With one pat on the shoulder from George, they made their way outside the Quidditch closet, with Ginny following closely behind with a pastry in her hand.

"Where'd you get that?" George asks as he tries to pinch off a part from Ginny, who had successfully whisked the bun away before George could get a hold of it.

"This," Ginny says before taking the last bite, "is from Y/N. If you want you could ask for one, or let Fred ask, I'm sure she'll give more than one." Ginny winks at Fred.

"I'm pretty sure she'll give the whole basket if Fred's the one who'll ask," Harry follows in, making them laugh as Fred huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Those are for later, you know she only gave you that bun since you’re her favourite Weasley," Fred says, still annoyed by the fact that he had not seen Y/N the whole day. "I beg to differ," Ginny counters, wiping off the cinnamon-covered fingers on her handkerchief, "when she got back, the first thing she asked after greeting me was where you are, I'm pretty sure I'm second."

"When did I fall into third place?" George pouts, making Fred punch his arm.

"Where is she?" Fred turns to Ginny as they neared the marble staircase towards the castle.

As soon as Fred has taken a shower and changed into comfier clothes, he finds himself wandering over the Kitchens four hours before the banquette - while he knows Y/N might be busy preparing, he couldn't help it, especially when he had witnessed the beauty of each curve that her body possessed. It was as if she was the finest wine Fred desperately needed to taste and devour, and he'll do everything to taste it - and for all he knew, Fred always got his things his way.

So, when Fred sees Madame Pomfrey leave the Kitchens with maidens following about her, he tries to recognise each lady, and when he realises Y/N was not included in the roster, he sneaks his way down to the Kitchens.

Lo, and behold, the fairest maiden his eyes had ever seen. Y/N was chopping the vegetables in such serenity Fred always found himself drawn towards. He took quiet steps, so much for not trying to break her focused stance before placing his hands on her hips, making Y/N jolt as she felt the touch.

"Goodness, sire," Y/N chuckles nervously as she recognises the familiar scent of the man who had his hands on the expanse of her hips. "you scared me."

"Where were you?" Fred ignores her remark, sliding his hands to her waist as he pulls the body against his, his body flushing at the contact, and sooner enough, he was getting turned on by the way he acknowledges he felt her skin beneath his touch.

"Head maiden duties, I had to accompany mesdames," Y/N whispers, hands failing to chop the vegetables on her board as she basks in the presence of the attractive young man whom she had been pining ever since.

Fred smirks at how Y/N tries her very best to stay composed, and soon enough, Fred places his chin on her shoulder as his hands enveloped Y/N's, guiding her hands in chopping the vegetables.

"You know you do have magic, right?" Fred whispers as his lips ghost the shell of her ear, kitten licking a small portion of her skin, making the lass shiver at the action. "Yes, sire," Y/N responds, biting her lip.

"But I prefer you guiding me on how to do it," Y/N responds timidly, making Fred's breath hitch and for him to let out a low groan. "God, m'lady," Fred chuckles as he presses his hips against her bum, "you don't know what you do to me."

Y/N places down her knife and spins around, making Fred lose his balance before gripping the edge of the counter Y/N had been working on, trapping the lady between his arms, their lips almost touching at the very small distance between them.

"Then let me know," Y/N says, and Fred immediately places his mouth on hers, pushing his hips against the crotch as much as he can, considering that her flowy dress didn't give him much access to it. Y/N moaned, hands intertwining behind Fred's neck as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Fred, with only half a mind, had successfully pushed the vegetables aside as well as the other kitchenware, taking a hold of her thighs to aid her as he told her to jump and seat on the counter. Y/N's legs spread wide as Fred hoisted the fabric towards the top of her thighs, giving him room as he tried to dry hump against her clothed crotch.

"Merlin, baby," Fred says as soon as their kiss broke, eyes meeting hers as his hips rutted against her, with Y/N sensually trying to meet his rhythm. "a fucking goddess you are - a slut - but a goddess." he winks at her, making Y/N blush.

But as soon as things could escalate further, the lad and the lass both heard the faint voice of Madame Pomfrey, with the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble stone floor.

"Shit," Fred says, pulling Y/N down from the counter and casting a verbal spell to fix the things on the counter. As soon as the counter was back to normal, he faced the lass, almost groaning at the sight of her: flushed, with dark eyes in such a stare he knew was only reserved for him.

"God, are you so sexy," Fred says as he pecks her lips more than once. "dinner duties?" he asks as the steps become loud with each second. Y/N shook her head, "They wanted me to rest."

Fred hummed, "Be there at the dining hall, alright? I'll miss you,"

"But, sir -"

"Lord's orders," he winked before turning Y/N around and making her take hold of the knife and usher her back to chopping.

"Oh, Lord Weasley! What a surprise," Madame Pomfrey says with a gasp as she finds him walking around the Kitchens, looking dishevelled, but the Housekeeper remained ignorant. "To who do I offer the visit?"

"I got hungry, looked for something to eat," Fred shrugged, "would you be serving the custards later, Madame Pomfrey?" he follows up a second later as the Housekeeper was about to respond.

"Oh, yes, sire, in fact, Y/N was the one who said to serve that tonight," Madame Pomfrey smiles. "Do you have any more requests for the dinner tonight, my Lord?"

"I'm good, thank you," Fred smiles, "but if I were to get hungry and needed those custards before dessert, I could ask Y/N right?" he smirks as Y/N's blush deepened.

"Of course, sir," Madame Pomfrey replies.

"Good, now, will you excuse me," Fred says, excusing himself, without him not trying to sneak a wink in Y/N's way.

And excuse herself was something Y/N tries to do as the banquette neared and some invited guests arrived at the Dining Hall. She hadn't seen Fred since he made his presence known in the Kitchens, and to say that the encounter made her underwear wet was an understatement. In fact, the whole time she had been preparing the custard flans, she has been looking at the door of the Kitchens ever now and so often as Fred said a while ago, and she only had stopped when Madame Pomfrey had called out her attention regarding it.

She huffs in annoyance as it dawns on her that Fred wasn't going to go down before dinner, and it almost pushes her to the edge when she had walked past him across the halls and he hadn't spared a glance at her.

How dare you, Y/N thinks.

And that was why she finds herself tucked underneath the long table of the Dining Hall, and she silently thanks herself for having to have chosen a thicker and longer table cover that reached the floor, for if not, she would be having a difficult time trying to act upon Fred's endless teasing.

So, as soon as she sees the familiar leather shoes clicking against the floor with the gold buckle that she knew was Fred's, she situates herself in front of the chair that Fred stopped at, and as soon as he took a seat, Y/N tries to contemplate whether what she was thinking of was worth the risk.

Goddamn it, Y/N bites her lip, I'm doing it.

Y/N had given ample time for Fred to situate during dinner, and her heart almost flutters as she held back a chuckle when Fred started tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he tried to fidget, as if he were searching for someone.

When Fred's impatient foot-tapping had come to a halt, that is when Y/N's fingers lightly danced on Fred's knee, making Fred's knee jerk and hit the table, with Fred slightly groaning at the sudden action, and her laughing lightly as Fred tries to excuse what had happened.

Not a long while after, a teaspoon had fallen from the table, and Y/N stayed still as she didn't know whose silverware had fallen. Her breath hitched as she tried to keep it in, and sooner enough, she was met by a mischievous grin of Fred's.

Fred winks at her as he retrieves the spoon from the ground, making her blush as Fred pulls his chair closer to the table, much to Y/N's comfortability.

Y/N takes the lead as she tries to unbuckle Fred's trousers, pulling them down slightly as her breath ghosts on the black boxers Fred had worn. Her lips leave a kiss on the bulge that was starting to grow from the crotch, and her underwear, if it had been wet before, was getting wetter than it was a while ago.

She bites her lip before pulling the trousers down to pool at Fred's ankles, tongue immediately latching on Fred's clothed cock, making the lad jump in his seat. His hips involuntarily bucked slightly, an act which Y/N took that he wanted more.

But Y/N was not willing to comply - not yet - that's why she pushed his hips down on the chair, making Fred choke on his food, and Y/N smirked as she found the situation pleasant. She kept on kissing the covered dick, with her tongue going out every now and then to lick him under the fabric.

Her hands which were used to push Fred's hips down held the side of his thighs, pinching the muscular flesh as her teeth bit the band of his boxers, pulling it down sensually as she felt Fred tense up. Her fingers immediately tapped on his skin, soothing him down.

As soon as the pants were discarded along with his trousers, Y/N wasted no time and immediately licked his throbbing dick from the base to the tip of his head, taking her time to flick the skin from the head, tongue running across the slit of his cock.

Y/N's left hand went in between his thighs to cup his balls, wriggling her hand as she tried to massage as she bobbed her head up and down the impressive length of Fred. The hand that was used to cup Fred's thigh was now used to jack off his penis, her chest heaving out in such intensity as she tried to catch her breath.

Her fingers tightened and squeezed around the head, and soon, she was spitting on his head and smearing her saliva throughout the head, spreading it out on his dick before divulging again.

Fred's left hand went down the table, his thighs jerking every now and then as he tried to answer the small talk he found himself in, his hand tried to search for Y/N's right hand, to which Y/N had noticed, and after wiping the saliva-coated hands with Fred's thigh, she reached her hand towards Fred's and intertwined her hands with his.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed out as she paused from giving head to Fred, as it was challenging with his length and girth; hitting the back of her throat every down and then as she tried to eat him out whole.

Y/N was jerking Fred's dick off with such intensity, noting how Fred has been trying to suppress his squirming by tapping his foot and tightening his grip on their intertwined hands. She saw how Fred tried to buck his hips towards her mouth, and Y/N helped Fred by putting him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with her tongue following suit, as her hand jacked off the remaining flesh that her mouth couldn't reach.

The hand which was used to massage his balls have been discarded, as she had already pushed down her hand to her underwear, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers inside her, desperately wanting to chase Fred's orgasm so she could come with the man.

It was at the same time when Y/N felt her orgasm approaching as Fred's right hand was now grasping her jaw, guiding her to be fast in order for him to come as his left hand dug his fingernails into Y/N's right hand. He didn't know Y/N was touching herself, and Y/N didn't know that Fred was doing everything in his willpower what was happening to him underneath the table.

Y/N quickened the pace on his cock, the noise of his skin on his mouth as well as her gagging was enough to turn her on, good thing that the Dining Hall was packed; as it drowned out the sinful noise that came under the table, had anyone been attentive enough.

Fred's hands stilled on Y/N, signalling that he was about to come, at the same time Y/N also came on her fingers, drenching her undergarments with her release. Fred's cum splattered down to the back of her throat, the salty yet sweet liquid burning up her tongue as she milked out his climax.

When Y/N felt that he was done, she swallowed the cum and pulled him out of her mouth and licked him clean slowly with her tongue, earning a squirm from Fred as he leaned against the chair, slightly peering at her from where she knelt on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sensitive," he mouthed, eyebrows furrowing as he met the innocent gaze of Y/N when she kitten-licked his overstimulated head. "Please," she followed his request.

Y/N winked and opened her mouth, indirectly telling him that she has swallowed his load. Fred's hooded eyelids looked at her in awe as he tried to breathe deeply without being obvious. His hands made way to her jaw and he ran his fingers on her cheek, "So pretty," he whispered.

Dinner soon ended after what seemed like a long while, but the night will soon be longer, for as Y/N reappeared - though looking unkempt - at the Dining Hall, clearing the tables as if she had not been underneath the table throughout, Fred cleared his throat and whispered to her, "Chambers, in two hours."

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