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lovegoodlane · 4 months

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

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

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Peeping in Potions

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

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

Words: 3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

George shrugged in response, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.

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

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

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

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

Fred huffed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lace panties. But this time, they were black.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You giggled and rubbed his bare back.

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

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

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

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

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little-corritrice · 10 months

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Phelps/Weasley Twins Imagines Masterlist

Self-explanatory book. Requests are open! Enjoy!

~ There are over 100 parts to my story, so I'll be sorting them by categories!

~ BSM: Brother Sister Moment

~ DISCLAIMERS, PROMPTS, WARNINGS - Please read -

~ Oliver Phelps

~ James Phelps

~ Oliver & James Phelps (BSM or Regular?)

~ Fred Weasley

~ George Weasley

~ Fred & George Weasley (BSM or Regular?)

~ Garrett {Patchwork - 2015}

#femalereader #fredweasley #george weasley #gryffindor reader #harry potter #hogwarts #harry potter imagines #oneshots #imagines #self insert #weasley twins #Phelps twins

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finnsstyles · 2 years

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home

fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fem!reader tells ginny how you know when the one is the one.

it was a calm night in the gryffindor common room which was pretty rare. the week was coming to an end and the day was one full of puffy snow. y/n, the golden trio, weasley twins and their friends, seamus, dean and neville all occupied the couch and mismatching arm chairs. harry was on the floor with his back to the fire and arm linking his knees to his chest. neville and seamus flanked him in similar positions, neville’s a little less graceful. ron, hermione, and y/n all occupied the couch; y/n pretending not to notice hermione scooching closer to her to avoid touching ron with bushy hair hiding rosy cheeks. george sprawled the arm chair next to y/n with angelina cuddling into his side.

fred sat in between y/n’s legs with his back to the couch, large hands gripping her shins as her sock clad feet dangle over his shoulders. he tilted his head to lean on her right knee as he took in the cozy atmosphere: there’s nowhere else i would rather be. the comfortable bubble expanded as a lean, freckled and fiery-haired body walks in and flashes a smile at the group.

“hey, gin. where’ve ‘ya been,” george calls out as he ruffles the snow off of her beanie. she just flashes her older brother a slit-eyed look, not very intimidating when her cheeks resembled a peach. she stomps her path to the couch and plops down between hermione and y/n, right across from dean.

now, everyone knows about the relationship between ginny and dean, or the lack thereof. dean had confessed his infatuation for ginny to her and she expressed the same regard but no moves were made past that. it was a confusing gray area for the youngins. it was endearing to watch for the first two weeks but now the whole group felt a mixture of sympathy and frustration.

dean flashed a charismatic smile at ginny as they made eye contact and the whole common room could see her eyes light up, as did his. then, ginny made eye contact with harry. now, the tension between ginny and harry was very similar to the situation with dean, new and confusing. however, there was something else there; a warm fire that was fueled by small smiles, fleeting glances and soft touches when they thought no one was looking. unfortunately for ginny, everyone was always watching the chosen one.

harry’s smile wasn’t as nearly as charismatic as dean’s, but there was this charm there that filled ginny’s belly with warmth and ears spark with electricity. dean didn’t like that. y/n sat there and watched the whole interaction, silently observing with a ring-clad hand twisting fred’s copper locks.

she always liked doing that; it relaxed fred but also gave her something to do with her hands instead of picking at her nails. fred hates how i pick at my nails, she thought. y/n was very familiar with ginny and her conflicted feelings and was always an open ear to ginny’s rants.

dean watched the prophesized boy steal ginny’s attention. he stood up abruptly and stomped away, not unlike a toddler throwing a fit. seamus rolled his eyes and gave the group an awkward smile as he patted neville’s leg and said “c’mon, nev, gotta go fix him. again.” neville whined but followed, giving y/n a pout as they made eye contact. harry “attempted” to hide a triumphant smile at this but they all saw. a small silence ensued but faded as harry, ron, george and fred started to talk about quidditch, ignoring the girls.

“ugh,” ginny grunted while throwing her head onto hermione’s shoulder. hermione gave her a sympathetic pout and rubbed her shoulder while making eye contact with y/n. y/n sighed lovingly and turned to look at the younger woman. y/n just silently stared; this was something she did frequently. she just looked at the person and sat there with a soft, open expression, letting them know that she was there to listen to whatever they wanted her to or to just sit together if they wanted. the group adored this technique, but also despised how effective it was.

it freaks ron out the most: “i don’t get how she can get you to talk about it when she doesn’t even say anything. sometimes, i don't even know that i have anything to say and she just knows. mad woman, she is. ”

“y/n,” ginny softly prompted, “how do you know when someone is the one?” it was a deep question to ask, especially in the presence of others. y/n was a sweet person who was supportive and fred literally swears she’s made of honey, but she doesn’t share much. fred had mentioned that she had a messy childhood and that was enough to let everyone know the boundaries.

y/n pondered the question, quietly.

“you know, my mom always used to say ‘you know they’re the one when this spot,’” she paused as she gently tapped her right temple, “smells like home.”

“does it?” ginny pressed. “does it smell like home?”

y/n gave a knowing smile and said, “it is different for everyone. you can’t expect your moment to be the same as mine. i won’t lie to you, i didn’t know that he was the one because i had never thought about it. all i do know is that i can’t imagine having a future with anyone else.” y/n reached and gave ginny’s arm a shake, “you’re young, gin. don’t worry about it. just have fun and explore and if you find the one while you’re at it, then you got lucky.”

hermione and ginny watched as y/n leant forward and tucked her nose into fred’s freckled temple,

inhale.

exhale.

fred looked up at his partner and caught the warm tilt of her lips and her cheeks reflecting the orangey hue of the fire. he arched back and gave an affectionate nudge of his nose with an equally loving smile. their lips slotted together in a short kiss that soothed their hearts and burnt their cheeks.

yeah, ginny. it smells just like home.

#fredweasley #fred weasley imagines #fred weasly x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #HP #hp imagine #hp fandom #weasley family #weasley twns #weasley twins imagine

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

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𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ♕

welcome to the masterlist of parchmentedpetrichor! requests, chats, whatever, are open! i am not fully comfortable with explicit material, however:)

they say home is where the heart is but goodness, I love the english. one in particular;)

keep in mind when reading:

fluff is marked with ♡ or if it's slightly darker ❦

angst is marked with ♠

heavy topics are marked with ☾

⤛ frederick gideon weasley ⤜

"'cause, darling, i'm a nightmare dressed in a daydream"

"is that wild enough, wild enough wild enough for you?"

"i'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun feeling like a someone"

imagines ⌨

april's fool ♡

the search party ❦

braids and nail polish♡

the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

how rich men do it ♡

it's good to see you again ♡ ☾

a mastermind ♡

all the king's men ♡ ☾

who cursed the bludger? ♡

a byproduct ♡

obliged ♡

and it was all a bet ♠ ♡

don't let him know ♡

headcanons ↺

sleeping with fred♡

wearing fred's jumper♡

meeting the parents ♡

when fred's sick ♡

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elfwitchtrickster · 2 years

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Snowball Fight - Fred Weasley Oneshot

I slowly blinked my eyes open and turned to see Fred sleeping peacefully. His hair lay tousled on the pillow and his chest moved up with each breath. With the hustle and bustle of Christmas it was nice to see him so calm. I let my hand gently trace his features and he shifted turning towards me.

"Hey gorgeous" he rasped, his morning voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Hey" I said as he pulled my body closer to his. I draped my arms around his neck and lay my head next to his. After a few minutes he had properly woken up and he looked past my shoulder to the window.

"Look" he whispered, "It's snowing". I whipped my head around to see a painted white sky and the softly falling snow. I had only seen snow once before as a small child, so I instantly jumped out of bed to rush outside.

"Where are you going" Fred said barely raising his head from the pillow.

To play in the snow" I said excitedly.

"Can't we just stay here and cuddle" he asked pleadingly.

"We can do that any old day; the snow is only here for a month or two."

He groaned and climbed out of bed walking towards me. I squealed and made to run downstairs before a pair of arms around my waist stopped me.

"You're not going outside in that" he said nodding at my thin pyjamas. My face flushed as I walked toward the closet to choose my outfit. I decided on a warm sweater with dark pants and black boots. I threw a scarf around my neck as Fred pulled his beanie over his head. I marched downstairs and Fred and I shrugged on our coats before heading outside.

The icy wind nipped at my exposed cheeks; I pulled my sleeves up to cover my hands as we walked through the white sludge to Hogsmeade village. There were children playing and making snow angels while their parents sat sipping coffee on frost covered benches.

I stared around at the winter wonderland before I felt something cold and hard hit the back of my head. I span around to see Fred smirking guiltily while making another snowball. I bent down quickly and gathered the snow in my hands. After I had shaped it into a ball, I lobbed it at him.

The unexpected blow to his chest made him tumble backwards onto his butt. I burst out laughing and he clambered to his feet glaring at me playfully. He made his next assault and I managed to dodge one and the other hit my shoulder. He also managed to miss my next to snowballs with the third hitting him straight in the stomach causing me to double over in laughter.

We spent nearly an hour in the snow flinging snowballs at each other before we made a truce and lay down the green benches. After ten minutes we decided to go to the café across the road.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the warm air hit my face. We each ordered a Butterbeer at the counter and sat at a table by the window. The street was filled with people carrying bags of gifts and dogs padding along beside their owners.

I looked at Fred across the table to see him grinning happily. His hair had specks of snow in it and his cheeks were dusted in pink. I continued to stare out the window as I sipped the sweet liquid occasionally glancing back at Fred.

As I took my last sip Fred took me by the hand to walk back to his cosy dorm room. I leant my head against his shoulder, and he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of my head.

#fred weasley one shot #fred weasly x reader #fredweasley imagine #harry potter christmas oneshots #Fred Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley fluff #Fred Weasley Christmas fics #Fred Weasley x reader fluff #Fred Weasley x reader fluff Oneshot

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cassiopeia-black-brenda · 2 years

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The mirrors of passing

This is a little something I just wrote, because I'm on vacation and I'm bored. The beginning is based on a prompt I've seen a few times and the rest sort of followed. Hope you all enjoy it.

Summary: The start of this chapter is based on a harry potter prompt about Molly getting older and confusing George with Fred again. The rest sort of followed. Partly by my believe that those who passed away never truly leave us, and guard over us. They will guide us when it's our time to join them.

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Warning: death, grieve, ghosts.

As Molly started to get older, her memory started to fail her. She would confuse her children and her grandchildren and would forget certain dates. The older she became, the worse it got. And at one point she started to confuse George for Fred. George was shocked at first but could not bring himself to remind his old mother that Fred had been dead for years now.

One night, the entire family was together to celebrate. The grandchildren were outside playing games, and the adults were talking. Molly, Arthur and their six children sat together at the kitchen table, just like the good old days. Molly told them to set the table and told them to put enough cutlery for nine persons. They did as told. They looked at each other, contemplating whether they should remove the additional set.

''It was about time that you joined us at the table. You've been staying away for too long now. Just look at you.'' They all looked bewildered at their mother. ''Mom who are you talking to?'' ''Don't you try that on me George, I know which of you is who.'' She pointed at him, ''You're George,'' She pointed at the empty seat, ''and you're Fred.'' Molly signed. ''This is as it should be, all my children at the diner table together, we haven't done this in too long.'' All of them were quiet. ''Come on now, eat.'' After they had eaten and their mother had gone away for a bit, the children discussed what had happened.

Seeing the dead had been a sign that death would be close. If you saw those who had died, then you were close to death yourself. Or so the wizards believed. None of the children wanted to admit it.

''There is a mirror on the wall, behind where George sat maybe she saw his reflection and thought it was Fred.'' Percy pointed out. ''Maybe you're right.'' Bill said. ''She has been confusing me with Fred lately, as if it just slipped her mind that he's dead.'' George opted. ''Then maybe she can think a mirror reflection can be a person too.'' Charlie finished.

They decided that must have been it. After a nice night together, they all said their goodbye's. George was last to hug his mother. ''You know, you and Fred look different now.'' ''Course we grew up, didn't we.'' ''Yes, goodbye Fred. Goodbye George.'' George nodded at his mother, looking for the mirror, only seeing that the mirror was far out of sight. He looked confused at his mother before joining his wife and children.

The following morning, a very upset Arthur had flooded to shell cottage. He informed his oldest son about his mother having passed that night. The entire family came together again to take a definite goodbye of Molly Weasley. When George left the room, he swore he saw his reflection nod at him. Shaking it off, by just being upset he did nothing about it.

A few weeks later, Ginny, Harry and their Children were having lunch with Arthur and he told them about how he was thinking he heard voices around the house, two voices he claimed. He said it must be his hearing worsening with time. And they agreed and said maybe if it gets worse they could see a healer. Arthur agreed.

The more time passed, the clearer the voices got. To the point where Arthur could understand their conservation. He explained it as a male and a female voice arguing about taking someone. He suspected that maybe it were memories in his head. Memories of him and Molly deciding whether or not to take their children somewhere. They all agreed. It seemed so obvious. Arthur missed Molly, and that's why he heard the voices, as a reminder of her.

A few days past, Arthur explained to Bill that the male voice was more gleeful, more happy and younger sounding than the female voice. The female seemed more willing to take whoever with them, and the male voice tried to talk her out of it, trying to postpone the trip. He said that he had even heard some of Fred's and George jokes being told to the female to distract her. Arthur told him that sometimes when he was alone he had hoped that the female voice was Molly and that she was coming for him. Bill said he understood. Arthur was getting older, and he had lost his wife, whom he had spent most of his life with. It was normal that he wanted to be with her again. Arthur said he felt guilty for wanting to go with the voice. Bill told him that they would all understand it. Arthur felt a lot better that night. Bill reminded him about the visit of Ron and Hermione the next day, and Arthur said that everything was ready for their visit.

Ron and Hermione found Arthur in his bed the following morning, he was smiling at seemingly no one. He had died in his sleep that night, Hermione said he was probably dreaming about seeing Moly again and that's why he was smiling. When they had come together again, this time to say goodbye to Arthur.

Bill was the first to speak. ''He heard Mom and Fred. He said he hoped that sometimes the voices were talking about taking them, that he heard mom say that he should come with them, while Fred would try to talk her out of it. I think Mom won an argument again.'' They nodded. ''He must have seen her than, before he died, that's why he's smiling.'' Ron added they all nodded. George walked to the other side of the bed and saw himself in the mirror, he halted and asked Percy what he saw. ''I see you.'' ''Anything strange?'' Percy looked again, better this time. '' you have both your ears, it seems.'' The rest looked as well. The reflection was smiling, but George wasn't.

Quite a few years later and George was getting rather old himself. He had a feeling he would be next. Some of his brothers having passed already, Bill and Charlie had both gotten nice and old. His grandchildren were settling down already and George had spent a good life, he reckoned. He had been looking at his reflection a lot and felt as if someone was whispering terrible jokes in the ear his was missing. He told all of his children, grandchildren, and his wife those terrible jokes. As the days past he noticed that he time was running out. He told his son, Fred. JR, to look with him in the mirror. Fred saw his old father winking at him when he asked why.

''What do you see when you look in the mirror?'' ''I see you,'' he looked better. ''You have both your ears... Is this a different magic mirror, a joke product that shows what you could have looked like.'' ''Now that would have been a great idea for the joke shop, you must make that for the shop.'' His father's eyes were showing mischief. ''No, this is for as far as I know, a normal mirror.'' He looked at his father. ''I have a theory, I think that when I look at the mirror now that I'm old, that I see Fred, waiting for me.'' Fred. JR looked confused. ''I believe I saw him before my mothers passing, and I was certain I saw him after my father had passed. I thought I may have seen him when Bill and Charlie died but I'm not sure.'' He looked at the mirror. ''And I'm certain I see him now, looking at me, telling me terrible jokes and such.'' Fred. JR nodded. His father was old, and this was ridiculous, but if it made him happy to think this than he would go along. George died that night. Smiling his old mischievous smirk.

Ginny, Percy, and Ron listened to what Fred. JR told them. They all believed it to be true. They were the last three left, and they would wait until Fred would come to escorted them to a peaceful dead and an easy trip to the after world.

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onlyfreds · 3 years

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My Heart is Yours | F.W.

Title: My Heart is Yours

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: For Valentine’s Day, Fred Weasley (with the help of half the Gryffindors) plans an over the top (but sweet) way to ask his best friend, Y/N L/N, to be his.

A/N: The title was given by @freddie1978

Fred’s POV

Today was the day, the day we have planned a whole week for. The day wherein I have asked the help of half the Gryffindors. The day I would ask my best friend, Y/N L/N to be my girlfriend.

All of us involved got up very early, to go through the entire plan before Y/N woke up.

“So, does that make everything clear?” I asked the group, all agreed.

Everyone then went on to do their respective tasks.

I sighed, sitting down as I placed my head in my hands.

“Hey.” George said, sitting beside me, “What’s the matter with you?” He asked, “You should be getting ready.”

I looked at him, “Who am I kidding George? She’ll obviously reject me.” I said, slumping back in my seat.

George had a worried look on his face, “Don’t tell me you’re backing out this now.”

I gulped, “I-I don’t know Georgie, what if I can’t do this after all.”

“You can do. Everything will go according to plan and she will say ‘yes’.” George said.

Ginny then appeared in front of us, “Nerves?” She asked, turning to my twin.

He nodded, “Yep.”

Ginny handed me a goblet, “Here, drink this.”

I looked at her skeptically, “What’s in this?”

She smiled, “Just plain old pumpkin juice with a drop or two of Felix Felicis.”

My eyes widened, “As in liquid luck?”

She nodded, “Yeah, figured you needed it.”

I immediately drank it, feeling a surge of confidence flow through my veins.

I turned to my twin, a huge smile making its way towards my lips, “Let’s get this party started.”

Reader’s POV

I woke up and went through my daily routine. Since I was a bit chilly, I threw on the nearest sweater I could get my hands on. I headed down to the common room, but strangely, it seemed like half of the Gryffindors where missing.

So, I decided to head down to the Great Hall, thinking that they were already having breakfast, considering what time it was.

When I arrived, only Ginny and Angelina were there.

I sat down in front of them, helping myself to some toast, “Where are the others?” I asked.

They shrugged, “Hermione, Ron and Harry are most probably in the library.” Ginny said.

I chuckled, “This early? Hermione is working the poor boys too much.”

“How about the twins and Lee?” I asked.

Angelina shrugged, “We haven’t seen them yet.”

“Why? You miss Freddie?” Ginny asked, nodding to the sweater I was wearing.

I gave her a confused look before looking down at the sweater, blushing as I saw the big F that was on the middle.

“Oh, come on.” Angelina teased as she saw me turn red, “Don’t even bother to deny it. We all know you like Fred.”

I blushed as red as Ginny’s hair, “Shh!” I shushed Angelina, who was now laughing along with Ginny.

After breakfast, I stood up, “I’m going to go find those three idiots.” I said, “Wanna come with?”

They both shook their head, “We’re going to play some Quidditch.” Ginny said, a mischievous glint present in her eyes.

“Okay then.” I said, heading to the library, in hopes that the Golden Trio would know the whereabouts of my best friends.

I almost ran into the three as they bolted out of the library, “Woah, woah. Slow down you three.”

They stopped in their tracks. “Oh, sorry Y/N.” Hermione apologized.

“Where are you three going in such a hurry?” I joked, “Are you in trouble again?”

Harry gave a small laugh, “Not today Y/N. Not today.”

Ron chuckled, “Besides, if there’s any one who is always in trouble, that would be my brothers.”

“Speaking of your brothers,” I said, suddenly remembering why I came to them in the first place, “Have you seen the twins? I have seen any sign of them today.”

The three of them exchange a look I couldn’t exactly read.

“We haven’t seen them since this morning.” Hermione said.

Harry took out something from his pocket, “But Fred did tell me to give this to you.” He said, handing me a rose that had a small note attached to it. Happy Valentines Day Princess! – Your favorite Weasley, Fred

I smiled, staring at the note at little bit longer, “I completely forgot that it was Valentine’s day today.”

The trio smiled before heading off. “Got to go Y/N!” Ron said.

“Good luck on looking for them!” Hermione said with a small wink.

I walked through the corridors, holding on to the rose dearly. And that was before I bumped into the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood,

“Oh, hey Ollie!” I greeted as he smiled, “Have you by any chance seen the twins and Lee?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment, “I saw them this morning, I think they were running away from Snape. But aside from then, I haven’t.”

I thanked him but before I could head off, Oliver stopped me.

“But.” He started, “Fred did want me to give something to you.”

I looked at him, slightly confused, “Really?”

He nodded, taking out a chocolate box in the shape of a heart and handed it to me.

There was another note attached to it, Hey Beautiful! Hope you enjoy the chocolates. But believe me when I say that they’re nowhere as sweet as you. - Freddie

I felt another blush rise up to my cheeks, “Thanks Ollie!” I said as I ran off.

“I have a feeling you’ll love what Fred has in store for you.” Oliver called after me, shooting me a small smile.

I arrived at the seventh-floor corridor, just near the Room of Requirement. I saw George and Lee coming from the corner.

“Where have you two been?” I asked as I ran towards them, “I have been looking for you guys all morning!”

They gave identical smiles, “Nowhere in particular.”

George then gave a cheeky smile as he nodded to the sweater I was wearing, “Cold?”

“Oh, sod off!” I playfully scolded him, trying to hide the small smile that was growing on my lips.

“So, where is he?” I asked, looking around thinking that he’ll just jump out and scare me.

Lee smiled, “Well, about that Y/N. Freddie has asked us to give something to you.”

I giggled, “Again?” I asked, “What’s with him and having all these random gifts show up everywhere?”

Lee handed a little teddy bear that was sporting a scarlet and gold sweater and it also had a small locket on.

I gasped, “Oh my Merlin. This is so cute.”

I flipped open the locket and saw a little picture of Fred and I during our fourth year, we were both laughing like crazy after our prank on George and Lee had been successful.

“Can you two please tell me where in the world is Fred?” I pleaded, giving George and Lee my best puppy-dog eyes.

George chuckled, “Check the note.”

I opened up the note that was attached, Dear Y/N, you must be wondering why I’m giving you all these presents. Meet me at the Courtyard and you’ll find out. – Freddie ;)”

After giving George and Lee a quick “thank you” I was already dashing off to the courtyard.

When I arrived, I was Fred was there, with his back turned to me.

I approached him slowly, “You wanted to see me?”

He turned to look at me, a huge grin on his face, “Like my presents sweetheart?”

I smiled, the pet name making me weak in the knees, continuing to walk towards him.

“So, what’s with the gifts?” I asked, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes.

“Well, it is Valentines day. And I thought that this year, we should do something different.” He said.

That’s because it was our tradition every year on Valentines the two of us would go on a “date as friends”.

“And I’m guessing that you have another surprise up your sleeve.” I said.

He smiled, taking my hand and pulling me closer to him, “Right as always sweetheart.”

As if on cue, fireworks started erupting, painting the sky with bright colors.

Later on, the fireworks then started to form the words, Be Mine?

I then turned to Fred, to see him kneeling on one on the ground, a small red box open in his hand and a ring can be seen inside.

“Y/N.” Fred started, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “I have known you ever since we sat at the same compartment on the train in first year. Ever since, I have continued to fall in love with you every single day. You are simply irresistible. You are so beautiful, so amazing, so brilliant, so smart. I want to be able to love you openly, I want to be able to cuddle with you in the common room. I want to kiss you; I want you to be mine. So, will you be my girlfriend?”

I nodded, tears starting to well up in my eyes. “Yes.”

He smiled slipping the ring on my finger, it had the words His Queen engraved on it.

He then held up his right hand, showing me a similar ring on his finger with the Her King engraved on it.

I smiled, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt and crashing our lips together. His hands went to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him.

The kiss was messy, but it was passionate. All the pent-up feelings that were kept over the years were poured into that kiss.

We pulled away, breathless, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

Then I whispered, “My heart is yours.”

We heard cheers as our friends celebrated from the sides.

I giggled and raised my hand with the ring on it.

Ginny ran forward and engulfed me in a hug.

“Fred.” She timidly said, “I may or may not have lied to you earlier.”

“About what?” He asked.

His sister smiled, “There was no Felix Felicis in your drink earlier. It was just plain pumpkin juice.”

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lilyk879 · 2 years

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Fred Weasley x Snape's daughter-Caught

A/N: Fred and Artemis Lily Snape have been dating for a year (currently 7th year). Minerva McGonagall is like the mother Artemis never had, and Snape well he is your classic overprotective dad. This is the story of them finding out Artemis is dating Fred. Told from Artemis POV and everyone calls her Lily except Fred he calls her Arty. Lily Potter is her mother. Voldy isn't a thing and neither is Umbitch.

"Lily?" I hear my dad call from his office as I walk past. "Yes, Dad?" I ask stepping into his office. "Can you get me ingredients for a potion from the closet? I need rose thorns." He asks calmly. "Sure I'll be right back." I head off towards the potions closet down the hall from his office. I look around for the rose thorns when I hear Fred saying, "What are you doing Arty darling?" I turn around smiling, "I'm looking for rose thorn for my dad's potion." He snakes his hand around my waist. "Now Fred if my dad or McGonagall walk in on this what are they going to say?" I ask while looking him dead in the eyes. "They are going to yell at me." He says slowly leaning down towards my lips. At the moment any rational judgement goes out the widow, and all I can think about is Fred, his intoxicating cologne, his laugh, his gentle kisses, everything about him drew me closer. Till our lips meet in pure passion I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist as he leans me up against an empty wall. His hands mindless take off my tie and shirt as mine work his shirt off with ease, and never breaking the kiss. We didn't notice the door opening or my dad and McGonagall both standing there, until my dad cleared his throat saying, "Fred Weasley get your hands off my daughter now. Well I was beginning to wonder what was taking so long, but now I understand you got preoccupied by Mr. Weasley. 80 points from Gryffindor Miss Snape and Mr. Weasley." He walks away leaving Fred and me still putting back on our shirts. "I'm disappointed in both of you, but never the less not surprised." I hear McGonagall sigh as she starts walking away too. "I should go talk to them." I say looking at Fred. Fred smiles sympathetically saying, "I'll go with I started it this time, and I'm sure your dad will want to talk to me." We start walking back towards my dad's office Fred waits outside the door as I walk seeing my dad and McGonagall both standing in there. "I can explain I promise." I say walking in. "How long?" The only question they both ask. I look at the floor saying, "This isn't how I planned on telling you guys I swear, but 6 months. Fred and I have been dating for 6 months." McGonagall looks over at me asking, "A Weasley twin?" I smile, "Yes, he's nice, sweet, a gentleman, respectful, and I love him." I say looking over at her. "Is he standing outside the door?" My dad asks. "Yes, sir." Fred says peaking his head into room. "A word Mr. Weasley?" My dad says as McGonagall ushers me out. Once we are out in the hall she says, "Snogging Fred Weasley on the verge of having sex with him is very inappropriate young lady as a Gryffindor prefect and the daughter of a professor better is expected from you." I sigh, "I know professor, but I deserve to be a teenager too. Now can we please eavesdrop on my dad yelling at Fred?" I ask knowing she is more disappointed than mad. She smiles nodding. I hear my dad sigh before saying, "Mr. Weasley I better never see you touching my daughter in such a manner again, and I swear to Merlin if you hurt her I will end you education career at Hogwarts. Now what are your intentions with my daughter?" He asks at the end. Oh my god Dad you can't just asks that I think to myself. "Pardon?" I hear Fred asks genuinely confused. "You heard me what are your intentions with my daughter you are not particularly well known for emotional connections." He says in a matter of fact manner. "If you are asking if I'm just dating your daughter for purely physical reasons or because she is your daughter; you are mistaken I love her, respect her, and she holds my heart no matter what." He says slightly offended by the implication. "Good then you are free to go as long as I never ever see you touching her in such a manner again am I clear on that point Mr. Weasley?" My dad asks sternly. "Yes, sir." He says happy the interrogation. He walks out of the office I give him a quick hug before running into the office, hugging my dad, and saying, "Thank you for being at least somewhat ok with this." He smiles at me saying, "Your happiness matters most to

me and as long as you are happy no matter how much I dislike him for you; I will be ok with it I guess." I smile saying, "I am happy with him dad, and to your standards no one is ever good enough for me." He hugs me saying, "I love you so much now stop growing up." I laugh saying, "I love you too Dad." That is how my dad and professor McGonagall found out I am dating Fred. Since McGonagall is the more supportive one, she helps me deal with my relationship when I don't want my dad to know what's going on. My dad no longer needs to put the fear of God into Fred though since my dad can see how happy I am, but anytime Fred gets too close for comfort my dad clears his throat. No matter Fred is still scared of my dad even after we graduated. Whether or not my dad is happy with I'm gonna marry Fred Weasley one day.

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slytherinalumni08 · 2 years

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Why Percy Weasley Left

My name is Holly Plake; and, I am a witch that was a Slytherin. I have been friends with Percy Weasley even though he was a Gryffindor. Percy and I started dating during our fourth year at Hogwarts. The Weasleys were reluctant at first because I a Slytherin. What they didn't know is that my mum was a Hufflepuff so I display a lot of Hufflepuff traits.

I sit at the table at 12 Grimmauld Place in between my old Slytherin head of house, Severus Snape, and Sirius Black who was in Gryffindor even though he came from a long line of Slytherins. Molly and Arthur are also sitting at the table. I finally speak up and say, "I don't understand why Percy would just get up and leave; and, fight for The Dark Lord's side." Professor Snape asks, "Miss Plake, are you sure that Mr. Weasley never displayed traits of being loyal to the Dark Lord?" I answer, "I am absolutely sure, Professor Snape. We dated for over three years. I think I know him pretty well." Sirius asks, "Do you think it is the Imperius curse?" I say, "Maybe. Or maybe I don't know my boyfriend as well as I thought."

Molly asks, "What sides are your parents on?" I say, "They both decided to remain neutral. My mother just enjoys gardening and making potions. My father still works in the Department of Magical Games and Sports." Molly nods.

Suddenly, Percy walks into the room. Percy says, "I am sorry. I have been under the Imperius curse. I don't know what happened but suddenly I woke up." I ran up to my boyfriend and we share an intimate kiss. Fred and George run into the room; and, yell "GET A ROOM YOU TWO!" Molly yells, "FRED! GEORGE! LET THEM BE!" Percy and I break apart; and, smile at each other.

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poeticalbody · 4 years

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se qualcuno volesse leggere la mia one shot fremione ne farei felicissima

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lunasky1601 · 7 years

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" Esas palabras...Esas palabras podían matar a alguien. No, no eran "Avada Kedavra" sino "Me gustas". - de Harry Potter - One Shots ▲ Pedidos Pausados ▲ (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/4AKKdobouH

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finnsstyles · 3 years

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[ϟ] harry potter

[ϟ] fred weasley

[ϟ] george weasley

[ϟ] ron weasley

[ϟ] draco malfoy

[ϟ] blaise zabini

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

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➳it's good to see you again ♡ ☾

in which y/n l/n comes home from a 2 year long mission to subdue the rest of the escaped death eaters and meets her best friend, fred weasley, yet again.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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ft. angelina and george

it's been a long day without you, my friend

and i'll tell you all about it when i see you again

it's good to see you again

y/n was sitting comfortably in the backseat of george's fancy car, earphones plugged in and listening to a song to drown out the sound of angelina and george talking about something they had seen on the news. her head was leaning against the window, her eyes drinking in the familiar view of london in nostalgia. it hurt her that she wasn't the only person who would see the beautiful city she'd known from the very beginning. and she missed it. angelina and george had picked her up from the quarantine centre after she had made a trip to albania for a couple of years with the rest of her auror unit to imprison the remaining death eaters. albania had recently acquired many cases of dragonpox, and so all the unit members had to isolate in a little hotel by the edge of italy. it had been a few weeks since the start of the quarantine and now she was zooming along a british highway, ever so keen to see her friends and family again. and fred. fred was her best friend. they had been since 5th year. perhaps she was harbouring feelings for him, perhaps she wasn't. and here she sat, curled up and watching the views, trying to decipher whether or not he'd be different. he had survived the war just barely. it would be acceptable for him to change. did he still have the millions of freckles dotted along his face? her face flushed just thinking about it. bringing her hands up to her cheeks she shook her head. chile, y/n, he probably has a girlfriend. it's been two years, and he didn't like you two years ago, he won't like you now. the thought alone made her frown. "what's got you blushing and frowning like mad?" angelina looked at her through the mirror in the front of the car. george whispered something in her ear and she giggled. "y/n, is this possibly about a certain fred weasley?" her eyes widened. "nope, not at all." "really? so you were definitely not thinking about the amount of freckles my twin has on his face? hmm?" "no! george, seriously?" she stuck my tongue out at him. "or his ginger hair?" angelina added. "no! you guys are idiots!" she folded her arms. "and she's blushing again," angelina sniggered. "stop!" "it's okay, he blushes about you way more," george laughed, eyes on the road. "stop, stop, stop!!!!!" "it is true." "no it isn't, okay? erm, i don't like him, he doesn't like me. we're best friends. you guys are gross." she resumed looking out the window, shaking her head. they had reached a pretty big house with two levels, with large windows that y/n would absolutely die to have and cute little bricks sticking out. "what? i thought we were going back to my parent's house?" "you wish." "who are we visiting?" "oh just a person i know from work," angelina said with a twinkle in her eyes. "okay. did we bring anything?" "just you," she replied, "me and george are heading back to our place. your stuffs at your parents." george nodded. y/n frowned, "okay." she bounded up to the door and knocked a couple of times. the door opened and she immediately began babbling off a greeting and an introduction without looking at the person. "i'm y/n l/n, and i understand you're from angie's work! it's nice to meet yo-" her eyes were met by chocolate brown ones, framed by so many freckles. fred lived in this place? "it's good to see you again, miss y/n l/n," he grinned and oh my oh my, y/n felt her heart skipping beats all over again. fred was worried when there was silence, but he was pleasantly surprised when he felt arms wrap as much as they could around his waist. true to his nature, his cheeks turned as red as his hair. he breathed in the smell of her hair, the smell of her and oh he had missed her so much. "i missed you a lot," he mumbled, tightening his grip around her, "so so so so so much." "me too, freddie," there that nickname was, and it made him possibly weak at how pretty she was and how pretty her voice was. when she let go, he almost felt empty, and so he snaked an arm around her waist. "your place is so beautiful, freddie!" his secret was that he had bought it hoping that she would

live with him. he knew she loved beautiful windows and bay windows and balconies. "not as beautiful as you, lovely." and his eyes were graced by her flustered expression, her cheeks tinted the most delightful shade of pink. "but the windows! gosh they're pretty." "wanna live with me?" he dropped the question ever so casually. "are you sure? i've got an apartment set up and all so it's no big deal-" "no. i want you to live with me." "then your wish is my command, i guess. i don't have much stuff though." "that's fine! i knew you would say yes so i got a bedroom ready for you." she hesitated. fred looked at her. "is everything okay?" "i-i don't want you to think that i'm best friends with you because you're rich or whatever and i feel like i'm taking advantage of your richness and it's not right?" "you're not, okay?" she nodded, still hesitating a little bit. "if you really feel bad you can come visit me and george in the shop and do some type of customer service. you'll be paid." "am i paying rent if i live here?" she asked. "no, y/n, i own this place." "don't you pay land tax?" "yeah, but it's not that much." "nope, i'm paying rent or you're not paying me for the shifts i do. or both. take your pick." "i won't pay you for the shifts. is this really a big deal?" "yes it is! it's money and morals. that's a very big deal." "okay, fair." "gimme a list of all my shifts please." "nah, you pop in whenever you can." "okay, when's rush hour?" "hogsmeade weekends and thursdays." ☆ it was night. y/n couldn't sleep at all. she was lying in the insanely boujee king sized bed and the insanely comfortable sheets, and she still couldn't fathom why she couldn't sleep. maybe it was because she always slept with one eye open in albania. habit. so she was just sitting in her bed, looking around the room. she was tired, but she couldn't be untired. and it would be selfish to disturb fred. but he had said his door was always open. so she crept out and made her way through the corridors, finally stopping at a door which she hoped was fred's bedroom. it was half ajar, so she peeked her head around it. he was asleep, a very thin blanket draped carelessly around his body, his ginger hair messy and his chest rising with every peaceful breath he took. his room was big and simple, cluttered in the most fred way. she approached him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly. "freddie??" he opened his eyes drowsily, "mmm?" "i can't sleep." "'ave you tried countin' broomst'cks?" "i can't sleep." "'kay," he pulled her into his bed, wrapping his arms around y/n and tucking most of the gryffindor red blanket under her chin. it smelled like him, "this 'kay?" fred was shirtless. y/n was blushing. "yeah." "mm, have a good night, okay? i'm here, you're safe." y/n nodded, feeling the most comfortable she had in two whole years, cuddling up to his chest as she fell into sleep. sleep. she hadn't properly slept in two whole years. every night would be spent either patrolling or anxiously preparing for the next day. when she did get some shut-eye, it was broken and restless. but her dreams were stopped with visions of terrifying death eaters casting sectumsempra onto the auror unit. she felt the pain she had endured through a long time ago. it left a scar on her back and imprints in her mind. it was impossible to forget. she remembered yelling as she saw another auror drop dead. running, running out of the hellhole of the death eater's base. "y/n, y/n," fred was shaking her awake. she was shaking, tears were running down her face. she fervently apologised to him. "don't say sorry, lovely," he wiped the tears off of her face, "what was your dream about?" "t-the mission, the death eaters w-were cutting people up and they got me." "oh darling, why didn't you tell me this before?" he asked gently, cradling her head to his chest. "it, it comes out at the worst times." "well you're not in albania anymore, okay, love? you're here, in london, and you're safe. you're okay, you're fine." she nodded, "sorry." "don't you dare,

it isn't your fault. sleep, okay? i'll wait for you to go to sleep before i do, yeah?" she nodded. her head fell onto his chest and fred traced gentle patterns on her back, whispering small nothings in her ear. for the first time, it seemed like fred could watch her without repercussions. even with her tear-stained cheeks and wild hair, she was beautiful. and when he had stayed up for hours into the night and morning for this girl, this was when he realised. he would do anything for her. he loved her.

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➳a mastermind ♡

in which fred weasley turns to the resident mastermind, y/n l/n, in hogwarts for advice. the problem? he has a crush on the same girl george does: angelina johnson. the story spans over a couple of months in their second last year at hogwarts.

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a mastermind

after fred and george weasley had given up trying to enter the triwizard tournament, their sights set on a different matter. for george, it had always roamed his head. for fred, it simply popped up at the randomest of a time.

they were in the age of chasing after pretty girls with pretty smiles.

one pretty girl in particular. angelina johnson.

george's crush really wasn't a crush. it was more like a deep love for angie. he knew her really well, they were almost best friends. and angie loved him back.

fred knew both these facts, yet he couldn't possibly grasp why he still had a good old schoolboy crush on her. and he couldn't tell george either. no, george was too considerate and needed a girlfriend. and he had been patiently waiting long enough to deserve something.

sometimes he wished he was george. still funny and prank-loving, but calm and collected at times. but sometimes he liked himself just as he was. spontaneous, dramatic and terribly idiotic.

and hey, george was handsome, so he must be too, right?

one morning after tossing and turning all night, he decided he needed help.

he spotted the girl in the blue uniform and the glasses, she had the brightest yet the wisest eyes. even before he approached her, she swiftly lifted her head from the parchment she had been writing on and saw him. she met eyes with him. she didn't show any emotion she hadn't already been showing, but the simplicity of understanding was written, like all the ravenclaws, in her brain.

"um, hello," fred started.

"good afternoon, what's up?" y/n replied friendlily, parchment now away and now doodling randomly on a scrap piece of it.

"i need some help."

"okay then, go on, i'm listening," her tone was gentle and reassuring.

"i like the same girl as my brother. i don't know what to do, really."

there was silence for a little while. her eyes were focused, her hand absentmindedly drawing across the parchment.

she pushed her glasses up.

"would you consider this 'liking' you say, to be potentially love?"

"no, not at all, it's just a crush, y'know."

"a silly one? i know we all have silly crushes which are full of quite foolish feelings. but they're nice for a while."

"yeah, that's the feeling."

"why do you think you like this girl?"

"um, because-because she's pretty, and she's nice."

"two very valid reasons," y/n chirped, "and why does your brother like this girl?"

"he loves her, because she understands him and she puts up with him and they've been best friends for years. they like the same things and have the same beliefs."

"mhm."

she was still deep in thought.

"does this girl like one of you?"

"that's the problem. she's in love with him and we all know that. i just can't get over her."

"oh, moving on is easier than you think it is. simply put, your brother or the girl?"

your brother or the girl?

everything seemed so much more clearer.

"think about it this way, fred weasley, if your brother is happy, are you? good day, sir!" she saluted jokingly and set off merrily, her steps quick and paced.

she knew it was good to be cheerful around him, because if she was cynical and way too practical, it would break him. he needed to get over angelina, she thought, or it would severely affect his and george's brotherhood.

she didn't tell him that though, that would be mean and sad.

fred was quite astounded. he didn't know how this girl, who was, to him, small in size and in ego, and probably younger by a few months, knew this much.

that's the eagleclaws for you, he thought.

she didn't look intimidating, if anything, she was nice and fun, but she somehow seemed like she could be the end of you.

she knew, she knew, she knew.

she knew who the girl was, who the brother was, she knew more about him than he did himself, and she barely knew him. she about solved his issue.

he found himself being drawn to her. instead of his eyes floating to angie, they were on the chatting, studying, daydreaming girl who wore the ravenclaw blue with much nonchalence.

☆

y/n was freezing. it was the end of the school day and it was snowing. so she made her way to the ravenclaw common room, muttering a haphazard answer to the riddle, told her best friend julia that she was going to take a nap and then bundled up in the heavy sheets.

julia just smirked. she quickly went to grab fred.

"oi, fred!"

he was laughing with george and lee.

they would make cute babies, julia pondered.

"oh, hello," he said.

"come with me."

her tone was ominous and commanding.

"okayyyy."

he followed her to the ravenclaw common room, where she sat down next to a telephone.

"in a few minutes, y/n will call for a blanket because it's cold. just wait."

"and how does this concern me?"

he got a scorching glance in return.

"i have to talk to cassius in a few minutes."

sure enough, the phone rang.

"juliaaa, you're a darling, you know that right??" y/n flattered her.

"yeap." julia's face broke into a smile.

"yeah, so be a darling and could you please possibly send a nice blanket up here?? or two or even three??"

"of course, and a handsome prince with the hair colour of fire too to cuddle," she winked at fred who turned red.

"yEs oF cOurSe, juLiE, aNd prEfEraBlY thAt hE hAs sTaRs iN hIs eyEs aNd gAlAxIeS iN hIs MinD tOo," she joked back.

"okay. right up."

"wha- julia what??!!! thanks."

they both chuckled.

he handed fred a stack of neatly folded blue blankets.

"go. fifth door on the left."

and so he did. it seemed the ravenclaws were too mature to need barriers on their dormitory quarters. the door was open and the room was insanely neat. y/n was lying in a bed, eyes wide open, a small pout on her lips.

she was clearly surprised to see him. when he placed all the blankets nicely on her she smiled.

"thank you, freddie."

"aren't you gonna let me in too?" he asked, smirking.

"oh," her cheeks heated up, "i thought julia was just joking!!!"

"apparently i am indeed a handsome prince with hair of fire, stars in his eyes and galaxies in his mind," fred smirked and y/n huffed.

"it's an expression. and i didn't know she was talking about you!"

"well, scoot over."

y/n just stared at him, before shuffling over.

"i hate you."

fred just scooped her up in his arms.

"you smell good," she blurted out, before immediately turning red.

"mhm, 'pparently my cologne does have that effect on girls."

"pretty sad that only your cologne attracts girls," y/n retorted, "and i was just telling you. it does not have an effect on me."

"'kay, whatever you say."

there was a silence.

"this is boring," y/n frowned.

"wanna make out then?"

y/n glanced at him. was he for real?

she thought not. so she pretended she was asleep, and soon she really was.

fred didn't feel defeated at all.

for he had noticed the faint blush rise on her cheeks.

☆

y/n decided it was probably time she asked fred out or something. if she got rejected, she was great at moving on.

so she asked him to meet her at the corner of the library on a thursday afternoon. he didn't show.

dismayed, she went out of the library, and met george weasley.

"hey george!"

"yello!"

"have you seen fred?"

"check the astronomy tower."

"okay."

there was something mischievous about the way he winked at her as she departed. then again, it was george.

the astronomy tower was well lit and there in all his glory, stood fred. she felt a frown on her face as she approached him. he turned around and smirked at her.

"stop it. i invited you to the library to tell you that-"

her voice was muffled as fred put a hand to her lips.

"you are not going to beat me to this."

"this isn't a game!"

"eh, everything is. i really really really like you, y/n."

he anxiously awaited her answer.

a cheshire cat smile formed on her lips.

"well i was just going to tell you that transfiguration homework is due tomorrow but okay."

"..." he was staring grumpily at her, lips in a pout.

"i like you too."

he smiled, "good."

"isn't this the part you ask me on a date or something?" y/n teased, "or should i? wanna go to hogsmeade with me?"

"you beat me to it."

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