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I Still See It All

Red Album Fic List

2. Red

George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: so here’s red. good luck. that’s all I’ll say about it.

Masterlist

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“You ready?” George leaned over to call to you from the passenger side's open window. It was midnight, you were supposed to be asleep. But George insisted on doing something reckless. It was his last year. He wanted to go all out, and he especially wanted to it with his girlfriend.

You glanced around quickly once more before nodding.

You hopped into the car and pressed tightly into George’s side as he turned the key. “You’re gonna love this!”

And with that he slammed on the gas. You head shot backwards as you gripped his arm tightly.

“Hold on!!” George laughed, before messing with something in the car. And then the car lifted off the ground. And in seconds you were in the sky flying over Hogwarts which now looked small from your view.

You peeled yourself away from George to look out of the window. Your hands gripped the frame as the wind whipped your hair all around you. The air was chilly, given that it was fall, but it was so refreshing you didn’t find it in yourself to care. Black Lake looked stunning. The stars were reflecting off of it and making it look like you were stuck between two skies.

“It’s so…” You whispered.

George tugged a piece of your hair and twirled it between his fingers. “Beautiful?”

You looked back at him. His eyes were staring deep into your soul. Like he loved you.

Neither of you had said it yet, you were too scared to. But you knew you felt it, despite only being official for a month. Loving him was all consuming. Encompassing. The most comforting and terrifying feeling you’d ever had.

You turned your body back towards him, George did the same after putting the car in some sort of autopilot situation.

“What are you thinking?” You asked, leaning your head against the seat.

George reached for you, pulling you in his lap. “I’m thinking a lot of things.” To anyone else, it might’ve sounded charged with sexual energy. But it didn’t to you. It was soft. Vulnerable.

You reached up to push a piece of hair out of his eyes and leaned down a fraction to press a kiss to his forehead. “Tell me one thing. One small thing.”

“I’m happy.” His voice was like a physical touch the way it slid past his lips.

“That sounds like a big thing.” Your hands were now woven in his hair, playing with the few strands at the nape of his neck. His hands rested on your waist, one finger had slipped underneath your t-shirt and was drawing patterns on your hip. “I just mean there’s not a lot to be happy about right now. Umbridge is making everyone’s life a living hell and-”

“There’s a lot to be happy about, love. It’s a matter of perspective. All our friends are alive and well. The house elves still make delicious food. We’re in a flying car right now-” For each item he listed off, he gave you a peck until you were giggling under his lips.

“Okay, okay, I get it. You can stop now.” You were smiling now. Looking at the boy you loved with everything in you.

“Oh? You don’t want me to kiss you?” George raised an eyebrow, getting that mischievous look in his eyes he always did before he pranked someone. It spelled bad news for you. “You don’t want your boyfriend to kiss you? Is that what I’m hearing?”

You scrambled back off his lap at the look in his eyes and giggled burst from between your lips. But George was already raising himself off the seat and moving slowly towards you like a lion on the hunt.

And then he lunged. “Apologize!!” His hands fell to your sides, tickling you as you screamed and laughed at the same time.

“Stop! George-” You couldn’t stop laughing, your legs and arms flailing in a poor attempt to get him off of you. “Georgie!! I can’t- Stop- okay, okay!” He paused for a brief second, giving you a chance to breathe.

“Do you apologize?” George leaned down until he was a centimeter away from your face. Both of you were panting. It made you realize how precarious a position you were both in. One of your legs had fallen off the seat while the other was wrapped around George's back. His hips were pressed into your own. Chest to chest. Nose to nose.

And George seemed to notice it at the same time.

“I apologize.” Your voice was more breathy than you anticipated. But those two words were all it took before his red lips came down to meet yours.

Your arms wound themselves around his head, pulling him closer as one of his hands planted itself next to your head propping him up as the other drifted down to your waist. You gasped in his mouth as his hand slipped up your shirt to rest right on your ribcage. Waiting for permission it seemed as his thumb drew patterns. George took advantage of that gasp to push his tongue into your mouth.

Euphoric. It was the only way to describe the feeling of love and lust coursing through your veins.

And then his hips grinded down on yours. A moan broke through the kisses. It took you a second to realize it had come from you. George drew back slightly. Both of you panting noticeably heavier than before.

“How far do you wanna take this?” He whispered into your lips. You looked up at him. Neither of you had said ‘I love you.’ But looking up at him, you knew. And you could tell he knew too.

You answered him with a kiss and raising your hips back into his. This time it was his moan that echoed throughout the flying car.

“Make me yours, George Weasley.” You breathed out.

George pulled back again, a different look in his eyes. Gentle. Passionate. “You always have been, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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The two of you lay there afterwards. George had pulled his pants back on and gave you his shirt to wear since it was cold. The two of you were curled up together on the seat basking in the warmth of each other.

“Tell me something else.” You whispered.

“Huh?” George tiredly whispered back.

You drew circles on his chest with your finger. “Tell me something else you’re thinking. Something big.”

Pushing a piece of your hair out of your face, he responded. “I love you.”

Your breath hitched. Tears sprung to your eyes. You lifted yourself up to look at him. “Really?”

A small laugh accompanied his response. “Yeah. I love you. I loved you for years, Y/N. And I’ll love you for-”

You never got to hear what he was gonna say, because at that moment the car stuttered. You both sat up.

And it fell.

The both of you smashed into the roof of the car as you watched your wands fly out of the open windows. The ground was approaching quickly. Too quickly.

You barely managed the strength to turn your head to George, his eyes were already on you. Tears in his beautiful brown eyes.

You don’t know how he managed, but suddenly his body was around yours. You could barely breathe with his weight pressing you into the ceiling of the car, but you knew what he was doing.

“No…” You whimpered out. You couldn’t see how far the ground was. But it was close. George pressed a kiss onto your forehead and whispered in your ear.

“Tell my family I love them. And don’t forget I love-”

The car slammed into a tree. Screams fell from your lips as both your bodies dropped from the ceiling and onto the seat.

A crack resounded through the car.

And then darkness.

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When you woke up it was cold. Freezing. You’d never known a chill like that one. For a moment, you were confused as to where your blankets were. Where your pillow was.

And then it hit you as the wind howled.

As you felt who was underneath you.

It took all the courage in your system to look down.

George.

You screamed. Tears poured out of your eyes like waterfalls as you looked down at the face of the boy you loved. How his eyes were empty of life looking off into a distance they would never meet.

“GEORGE!!” You lifted your body slightly, aching at the opening of wounds all over you. You pressed your hands to his cheeks, your tears dripping onto his face. “GEORGE!!!” You were heaving with sobs. You couldn’t breathe. Your fingers tightened around his jaw. You were getting desperate. “SOMEBODY HELP US!! GEORGE!” You could barely see through the tears in your eyes. “WAKE UP! Wake up. Please, wake up.”

“Please.” You whispered. “Please- please don’t leave me. Come back to me. I didn’t get to say it back. I didn’t get to say it back.” You hiccuped.

But you knew it was too late. George was long gone.

And you were out in the middle of nowhere. No one knew you had left, and no one knew where you were.

You winced feeling the adrenaline start to slowly wear off, revealing how injured you were.

But you didn’t care.

You tucked your head back onto George’s chest as tears ran slower and quieter soaking his bare and cold chest. You didn’t realize you were listening for a heartbeat until you couldn’t hear one.

How different things could be in such a short amount of time.

One hand drifted down to his chest and curled into a fist as you closed your eyes. You would die here. His death to protect you would be for nothing.

But you still had to tell him.

“I love you, George.” You took a deep breath, as your hiccups continued. “I’ve loved you for years, and I’ll love you forever.”

You laid there for what felt like days. Months. Eons. Breathing for two people.

Your lips were cracked, and your body was shivering. Every now and then the car would shift in the tree and you would think this is it. But it never fell.

Eventually the sun rose. Birds began chirping. Singing. It was unfair.

And you had just begun to drift off, when in the distance you heard something else.

It sounded like people. Like they were calling names. Your name. Geor- His name.

You tried to open your mouth to respond, but your voice wouldn’t work. It was broken.

“GEORGE! Y/N!”

And in a second the voices descended. Screams sounded as you heard the roof of the car be peeled away. But your eyes stayed close.

Everything felt so far away. Like you were an observer in your own body. You felt your hands lift your body, but not really. You heard shouts of she’s alive! but not really. You heard screams of a mother losing a child, a father losing a son, a twin losing his brother, but not really.

Whatever was left of your soul was still in that car.

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You were in the Hospital Wing for weeks. Days that seemed to have no beginning and no end, everything just blended together.

You hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. No matter how many times people pressed for questions. All you did was sleep and stare out the window towards the woods.

And for the first time since you’d arrived, you were alone.

“Can I talk to her?” You heard a voice speak up.

“She’s not-”

“Please-” The voice broke. You heard a sigh and then footsteps and a shut door.

“Y/N?”

Fred.

You tore your eyes away from the window and looked at him. You felt as if your heart was breaking all over again. He looked so much like him, but then again not at all.

The image of him cold underneath you flashed before you could stop it. And tears sprung to your eyes.

Fred gestured to the bed. “May I sit?”

You nodded.

He sat. And for a few minutes the two of you were quiet. Neither really knowing what to say or how to say it.

More than anything, you felt the absence of the presence that would’ve made everything easy to say.

“I don’t blame you, you know.” Fred began, twisting his hands. “Geo-” He cleared his throat, and you could see the tears gathering in his eyes. “George told me of his plans before you two left. He said he was going to finally make his big move.” You saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. “Well?” He looked at you. “Did he tell you?”

You swallowed the sobs threatening to escape. “Yeah. He did.” You reached for Fred’s hand. “He-” Deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. “He told me to tell you he loves you. All your family.”

Fred’s arms came around you. Yours wrapped around him. And everything you’d be holding in for the past weeks spilled out.

“I’m sorry, Fred. It was an accident. I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t- he just-he-” Sobs overtook your body as you shook. You gripped Fred like your life depended on it. Maybe it did.

You could feel Fred crying and shaking with you as he responded in broken words. “He just wanted to protect you.” He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes. His eyes shone in a way you had never seen before. The grief in them was similarly reflected in your own. Same boy, but different hurts. “And he did it.” Your eyes fell closed as pain consumed you. “Look at me, Y/N.” So you did. His hand came up to hold your cheek. “He wouldn’t have wanted you like this. We-” He choked. It occurred to you then that there would be no more we. There would only be one twin. Only Fred. “We spent our entire lives making people laugh and smile.”

“I don’t know if I can remember how, Fred.”

Fred smiled. “Well we have a whole life to figure it out. And we can start right now.” And then he lifted something up. Something you had missed.

It was a blue sweater. With the letter G sown on.

“Smile and it’s yours.”

And for the first time since the crash, the edges of your lips lifted. Genuinely.

Tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go.

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givemeweasley · 4 years ago

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I Never Saw You Coming

Red Album Fic List

1. State of Grace

Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: So I’m making an entire album fic list and I wanted to do Red. Partially because it’s my favorite Taylor Swift album but also since the Red Taylors Version is coming out soon. So hope you guys enjoy!

Masterlist

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You were digging through your bag when it happened. It had been a little over a year since you’d graduated from Hogwarts and you had discovered a small bucket list you made your seventh year. The list itself was scribbled on a piece of parchment with half a potions assignment on the back. You’d shoved it into your bag a previous morning in an effort not to be late to work again. But had forgotten to look at it.

It was only on the walk to St. Mungos that you remembered its existence once more. Not wanting to forget, you fumbled around in your bag desperately searching through for the one small sliver of folded up parchment.

“Where is it?” You mumbled to yourself. You felt the weight of a few stares at that but ignored them. You internally cursed Hermione for her charmed purse skills. It was useful but near impossible to find things you needed in a rush.

You glanced up briefly as you stepped onto the street to cross the road in traffic before turning back down to your bag.

Wait.

You blinked and reached further down into your bag.

There!

You felt your fingers close around the list. A triumphant feeling swelled in your chest.

It all happened in slow motion.

The honk.

The look up.

The feeling of a body wrapping around yours.

The forever uncomfortable feeling of apparating.

When time seemed to return to a normal pace you let out a breath as the arms that saved you pulled away. It took you a second to gather your thoughts before observing your surroundings. You were standing in a small nook Diagon Alley. The oddly shaped and colored buildings filled every inch of your vision.

This was on the other side of London. You looked up at the large clock hanging over one of the stores. You still had time, luckily.

A throat cleared behind you. It was then that you remembered you weren’t the one that apparated. Someone had grabbed you- saved you- simply because you were too busy digging for an irrelevant list.

You slowly turned. Your gaze met a chest covered with a button up and a mustard yellow suit jacket. Your eyes trailed up to see the face of your savior.

You couldn’t believe it.

There stood Fred Weasley. The notorious prankster a year above you back at Hogwarts. The guy you were in love with who barely noticed you. It was understandable. Different years and all, but there he was. Standing in front of you. More handsome than ever.

You bit your lip. “Um. Hello.”

A laugh bubbled out from between his lips. “Hello? That’s all you have to say to the man that saved you?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh! Thank you! Sorry I was looking for this!” You held up the list. “I wasn’t paying attention, but I’m sure that was obvious.”

Fred smiled and it lit up the entirety of Diagon Alley. “So just what is so important on a small piece of parchment that’s worth losing your life over?”

“Well.” You hesitated, glancing down at the list. “It’s a bucket list of things I wanted to do in my last year at Hogwarts…”

He leaned on the building beside him, crossing his arms. “But your seventh year was quite a bit different than you anticipated?” There was a sad look in his eyes. One you recognized in anyone who had been present at Hogwarts for the battle.

You nodded. “It was difficult.” The scars on your body from the Carrows said much more than that.

“Well let’s see this list then!” And before you could blink, Fred had snatched the list out of your hands. Panic set in. You had no idea what was on this list, but you knew you wrote it when you were in love with him. You prayed that there was nothing incriminating as he opened the parchment.

“Hm.”

You pushed onto your tiptoes to try and see what he was looking at. And there the list was. In all its glory. Except it only said one thing. The memory of writing it hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Why is there only one thing-”

“I charmed it so it would appear in the order I wanted to do them in. I guess it was a way of making sure I didn’t skip any of the more difficult ones in lieu of the easier and more enjoyable ones.”

“So the first thing you wanted to do was fly?” Fred looked at you like you were crazy.

You looked away, snatching the list out of his hands, your cheeks heating under his gaze. “I wasn’t like you. I didn’t play Quidditch. Broom Flight was my worst class. When I wrote that I meant I want to fly and I want to enjoy it.” You tugged your bag to be more secure on your shoulder before beginning to walk away, the embarrassment of your first wish settling in.

A hand gripped your elbow before you got far.

“Meet me here tonight at 9.” Fred’s deep voice sounded from behind you.

Your heart skipped, but you shoved it down. “I don’t get off until 11.”

Fred came from behind you and smiled down at you before he began walking backwards towards what you knew was him and his brother’s shop. “I’ll see you here at 6 then.” And with that he winked and disappeared into his shop with a smile so brilliant it stunned you.

Right at that moment, the clock began shouting the time.

You were late. Again.

But as you apparated to St. Mungo’s, you struggled to care.

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The shift was long. You had dealt with all sorts of maladies stemming from DIY potions, self made charms, and just poorly done magic. You rolled your shoulders as you checked your watch. 11:24 pm. Your heart broke a little bit. Fred was going to think you stood him up. He likely wouldn’t even still be there, but that didn’t stop you from apparating to the same spot in Diagon Alley anyway.

Once you collected your bearings you looked around the darkened alley.

No Fred.

You sighed, pushing your bag further up your shoulder. Even the shop was dark, probably meaning he was asleep.

At least your apartment wasn’t too terribly far.

You turned around heading for the pub where the alley opened up into London, opting to walk home.

You had taken maybe three steps before an arm wrapped around your waist and you were hoisted into the air. You didn’t even have time to scream before you were placed on a broom with a warm body sitting behind you holding you steady. The broom shot upwards and it took all your willpower to hold onto your bag and not freak out.

“Relax.” Fred whispered in your ear. “I’ve got you.”

That did not make you relax. If anything, feeling his breath warm your ear the way it did only caused more panic. But you tried. You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of your hands gripping your bag. That was solid.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.”

Your eyes opened. Since when did Fred Weasley know your name?

And then you saw.

The two of you were soaring over London. The lights of the city sparkled from the height. The people below were barely specks, the cars being slightly bigger. The night sky beamed above it all. It was breathtaking.

“Wow…” You breathed out.

“Stunning right?” Fred mumbled in your ear.

“Yeah. It is.”

“How do you feel?” His arm tightened around your waist as the broom dipped slightly to bring the two of you closer to the ground. You tried to ignore the way your heart skipped.

“I feel…” You leaned back slightly. “Peaceful.” You turned your head slightly, not quite facing Fred but hopefully he could hear you slightly better. “Is this how it always feels for you?”

You felt him breathe deeply behind you before responding. “No.”

“How does it usually feel?”

A second of silence passed before he responded, his voice an octave deeper. “Not like this.”

And before you could respond, the broom dipped down and the both of you soared back down to the world.

“Where are you?”

“Oh!” You pointed to an apartment block a few blocks away from Diagon Alley. “I live there. Apartment 4C if you ever want to stop by.”

There was no response. Fred just dipped the broom towards your apartment and before long, you were both back on the ground. You looked up at the handsome red head you were quickly realizing you still had feelings for.

“Well thanks for taking me flying, Fred.” You smiled genuinely hoping he could see how much it meant to you that he wanted to help.

His lips curled up into a smile that almost knocked you on your ass. “My pleasure, love.” He nodded at the bag. “So let’s see what the next thing is.”

You nodded, dumbstruck at his attractiveness before reaching in your bag and pulling out the list. Flying was crossed off and the next thing had revealed itself. Skip class. You sighed. You couldn’t do that anymore, considering you didn’t have class. You looked up at Fred who had already read it from over your shoulder.

He had a slight smirk as he looked back at you. “I bet work would qualify.”

“I can’t skip work!” You pushed his shoulder playfully, while meaning it.

He winked. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” And with a loud pop, Fred Weasley was gone.

You leaned back against your apartment door, your heart beating madly and a smile stuck on your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Fred.” You whispered to the air before turning and walking inside.

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The next few months flew by quickly. It wasn’t everyday that Fred came up with some wild scheme to complete one of the items on the bucket list, but the both of you did at least one a week. From walking through the Forbidden Forest to swimming in the Black Lake to starting a food fight to simply stargazing without doing it for an Astronomy class. Fred had accompanied you through every item. No matter how many times you told him, you could do it alone, he insisted on joining you. And everyday your Hogwarts crush began to turn into something substantial. Something real. And everyday you wondered if those feelings were returned.

You were getting to the end of the list and you knew it. There were only two more things if you were guessing correctly. Which meant soon enough your time with Fred would come to an end. And that was the last thing you wanted.

Fred was waiting outside his shop when you arrived in Diagon Alley. He smiled at the sight of you still in your work robes. He tugged you into his arms and wrapped you in a warm hug that drove out the winter’s cold.

“Ready for tonight?” He whispered, pulling back to look you in the eye.

You smiled as you looked up at him. “I guess I’ll have to be.”

“Don’t worry, love. Pranking is sort of my wheelhouse.” He said grabbing your hand and tugging you in the shop.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” You laughed, preparing yourself for whatever it was that Fred had planned.

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The two of you fell back onto Fred and George’s couch in the apartment above the store laughing uncontrollably.

“That was incredible.” You managed to say between bursts of laughter.

“And that’s what it feels like everytime.” Fred nudged your arm with his elbow. You turned your head to see him already looking at you. There was a look in his eyes you’d come to recognize, and yet one you weren’t willing to name in fear that you were wrong. That was a kind of heartbreak you couldn’t take. So you tore your eyes away to look up at the ceiling.

Fred cleared his throat before speaking up again. “So what’s left?”

“What?” You whispered still thinking about the way his lips looked, wondering how they would feel pressed against yours.

“The list.”

Your fingers reached into your pocket pulling out the slip of parchment that had so long ago started this entire thing. You glanced down at it and began reading it out loud.

“Tell Fred-” Your words lodged in your throat as your eyes continued reading the sentence. You stood up.

“Tell me what?” And before you could react, the paper was out of your hands. It felt familiar. Except instead of him reading some dumb wish, this one was- well- incriminating. His eyes looked down and he read. “Tell Fred Weasley that you’re in love with him.”

It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Neither of you moved. Your heart was racing faster than it ever had before.

Fred hadn’t moved, his eyes were still trained on the paper. You didn’t know what that meant. But- if the last few months had taught you anything, it was that bravery and courage is a choice. So you sucked in a breath and looked up at Fred who was standing next to you.

“Fred Weasley, I’m in love with you.” His eyes looked up into yours, that familiar stare back in them but you continued. “I don’t know if what I felt at Hogwarts was truly love because I know the way I feel now is what it’s supposed to feel like. But I love you. You have so quickly become my best friend these past couple months and even if you don’t feel the same way-”

His hands gently gripped your cheeks. “Remember how you asked me how flying felt for me?”

You blinked. That was months ago. You were pouring your heart out and he’s asking about the first bucket list item? “Um… yeah?”

“That night? It felt like this.” And before you could take another breath, his lips were on yours. For a split second, you didn’t know what to do. But as his hands slipped from your cheeks to around your waist, you let your body take over. One hand wrapped around his neck while the other found itself tangled within his red locks. You both became one in that moment. One heart beating in sync as the world slipped away from around you.

He pulled back first. His head rested on yours as you both panted. “Yeah. It felt exactly like that.” Fred mumbled.

You pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, your hands drifting to his chest while his curled further around your waist. “I meant it, Freddie. I love you.”

The smile that overtook his face outshined every other smile you’d ever seen on him. He looked like I had handed him the world on a platter. And as quick as lightning, but gently, he dipped you. The look in his eyes was as strong as ever. You were confident you knew what it was. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting to hear those words from you for quite some time now and I was starting to get impatient.” And as his lips met yours, everything around you disappeared. Nothing existed except the two of you.

Not the apartment around you.

Not the shop below you.

And not even a small piece of parchment lying on the floor with one last thing written on the list.

Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.

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givemeweasley · 4 years ago

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Second Best

Fred Weasley X Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: inspired by champagne problems by taylor. this is pretty minimal fred weasley x reader. it’s also very angsty. sorry it’s been forever since I’ve written anything. I ended up working everyday during summer and kinda going through a writers block. plus I recently just went through a break up which is kinda inspiring some of this angst so my bad. hope y'all enjoy though.

Masterlist

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You loved him. You wanted to marry him. To make a family with him. To grow old and be buried next to each other one day. Or at least you tried to want that. And now you’re sitting wondering how you could’ve ever lied to yourself.

Your head fell into your hands as sobs shook your frame. But no tears left your eyes, which made everything that much more frustrating. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You wanted to feel some sort of regret or hurt but all you felt was…free.

The music was drifting in from way down the hall, reminding you what you left behind. Soft notes and slow melodies that could’ve been upbeat in celebration. But now it just seemed like they were holding tune for the rest of the guests and the ruined mood. The mood you had ruined.

You stood to your feet sucking in a deep breath as you heard footsteps approaching down the hall. You felt your body clench as you apparated away to the only place you could find peace.

The lake.

Seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

It was dark out. The stars seemed to be sympathetic as they glimmered in the sky above you. You walked to the edge of the water that reflected everything, including the view of you in your wine stained ball gown. You sank to your knees in the mud and just sat there. Thinking.

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“You look beautiful,” He whispered in your ear as he guided you along. You looked up at him and smiled. Anthony Goldstein was a handsome man. Once a Ravenclaw prefect and now one of the most renowned Wizards of your generation. He was coveted by many and adored by everyone.

Even you.

Or at least, you tried to.

Somewhere along the way of your three year relationship, something changed. Sometimes for a brief second, Anthony’s hair lightened to a familiar red and his blue eyes darkened until they resembled a warm brown. His height lengthened and his frame grew. Until he looked like someone you actually loved. And whenever that split second ended your heart broke all over again. Feeling just as crushed as it did the day-

“You okay?” You startled and blinked. You looked up at Anthony who was looking at you with soft and concerned eyes. You swallowed. You didn’t deserve him.

“Yeah-” You cleared your throat. “Just nervous.”

“Don’t be. I got you.”

You forced a smile on your face but nodded anyway.

Anthony led you into the ballroom gracefully. It was some sort of anniversary gala for the Ministry. Everyone was in full regalia. Everywhere you looked, champagne and silk, fake smiles and hor d'oeuvres. You tried desperately not to think about the Yule Ball. Where calloused hands held you more gently than you’d ever been-

“Let’s dance.” Anthony pulled you out onto the floor and wrapped his arm around your waist. And for a gesture that once felt safe, it felt wrong. It felt constricting. “What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”

You looked up at him and hated how you wished he was someone else. “Nothing. Just admiring the general splendor.”

A laugh bubbled from his lips as he spun the both of you. “It is quite beautiful isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“You know, my love, I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. But I really feel like right now is the right time.”

He stopped you both in the middle of the floor. You looked up at him with a question in your eyes.

And then he knelt to the ground.

And your heart stopped.

His hands smoothly reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a velvet royal blue box that fit in his palm. The box opened seemingly on its own revealing a large emerald between two smaller diamonds.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I have had the honor of being with you for the past three years. We’ve survived so much together. You are the most beautiful and strong witch I know. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be my wife?”

The words seemed filtered through water. Your head was ringing. You couldn’t breathe.

Your head spun looking around the room. Those fake smiles were turned in your direction now. Everyone waiting for the inevitable yes. The inevitable celebration.

You looked back down at Anthony, whose smile was faltering.

“Y/N?”

You took a step back. Shook your head.

“No.” A wine glass that had been hovering next to you for a toast of celebration fell to the floor and shattered, staining your cream colored gown.

You turned and ran from the room as gasps and shouts began to echo throughout the room. It was only as the doors magically opened in front of you that you looked back, seeing Anthony gazing at the ring in his hand still kneeling on the floor with a broken look you would never forget.

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“Thought I’d find you here.”

You looked up seeing none other than Molly Weasley. Still in her ball gown. Holding a cup of tea. The steam was rising into the cold night making you remember just how chilly it was in the middle of March.

She slowly sank to sit beside you, disregarding the mud on her dress.

You looked back over to the pond as she pushed the cup of tea in your hand. “How?”

“This is where you always came when you needed to think. You act like you haven’t spent nearly every summer at my house for all your years at Hogwarts.”

A small smile slipped onto your face. “Yeah.”

It was quiet for a moment. The only sound was the crickets and quiet hum of the night.

“Talk to me.”

You took a sip of tea before letting out a breath. “I can’t marry him.”

“Why is that?” Her voice was gentle and kind. There wasn’t an ounce of judgement.

“I don’t love him-” You looked up. “Maybe I never did. Maybe I just thought I should and figured eventually I would love him without feeling like it was an obligation. But he’s such an incredible guy. He’s a brilliant wizard with a kind heart and everyone who meets him absolutely adores him.”

“But not you?”

You nodded. “But not me.”

You saw Molly nod out of the corner of your eye before she sipped her tea. You brought your own warm cup to your lips letting it warm you from the inside out.

“Why not.”

At those two words your heart leapt into your throat. She didn’t phrase it like a question. She knew there was a reason. You had a feeling she knew what the reason was. The real question was if you were going to lie or be honest.

You looked at her straight on. “He’s not the one I want.”

Red hair and warm brown eyes. Smile lines and hearty laughs.

Molly reached out and pulled you into her embrace as tears began to pour for the both of you.

“But I can’t have the one I want.” You sobbed into her shoulder as the words you’d been holding back had finally poured out of you.

All you ever wanted was Fred Weasley. And that opportunity was gone. He was gone. And all that was left for you was second best. And second best still wasn’t enough.

“He would’ve wanted you to be happy,” Molly whispered through her own tears.

“I don’t know how to be. It’s been years and I-” You crumbled. “I can’t stop loving him.”

Molly pulled back enough to look you in the eye. “I don’t think you ever will. It’s not about stopping, it’s about moving forward. There will never be anyone else you will love like you loved Fred and how Fred loved you, but there might be someone you can love differently. It’s not Anthony. But who knows, dear? You’ll always be a daughter of mine whatever happens.”

As she wrapped you back in a hug, a small piece of the pain you’d been feeling for years lifted. Like for once there was hope. That perhaps one day, you’d be okay.

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givemeweasley · 4 years ago

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Just letting you guys know I’m alive and well! School ends in a week and I have SO MANY FICS PLANNED!!! I’m excited but schools been kicking my hurt so that’s taken up most of my time! Can’t wait to get back into writing all my ideas tho :)

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givemeweasley · 4 years ago

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happy birthday to my boys. i love you more than words can say. freddie, my love. george, my bestie. have the best day.

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givemeweasley · 4 years ago

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Already Gone

George Weasley X Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: this is inspired by the Already Gone cover by Sleeping At Last so angst (it's been a hard month), but also happy endings so no worries.

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Sometimes love was hard. It was a lesson you had to learn the older you got- the deeper you loved. It’s not that you would take a moment of that love back, but it definitely didn’t make it easier when you had to make hard choices for the people you loved.

And you were head over heels in love with George Weasley.

You fell for him slowly. Over time your best friend became something more to you. And you to him. Until the two of you became a couple in fifth year. And for two years you were the happiest you’d ever been, even with the death seemingly always knocking. You were just filled with memories of George's soft half smiles reserved for private moments, exuberant laughs that filled any room he was in, elaborate pranks that somehow you always managed to escape, and a fullness of love you had never felt before.

And now that fullness felt heavy.

It began to feel like weight the moment you walked up to Fred and Georges room at the Burrow the summer before seventh year. You thought George had been there, but he wasn’t. Instead you found plans for a shop. Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Their inventions were listed out, priced, packaged, plans were drawn up for the outlay. Everything was seemingly planned.

At first you thought little of it, George was your person. You’d be beside him no matter what he wanted to do.

Until seventh year started.

And Umbridge came with it.

And you saw George begin to pull away.

Not from you, but from Hogwarts. You could see in his eyes he was done with Umbridge. Especially after he saw the scars on your hands one day after detention with her.

So it was no surprise when you heard him and Fred talking about leaving. You were coming down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room late at night when you heard them talking. You leaned against the wall of the staircase, out of sight while you eavesdropped.

“It’s time.” Fred spoke loud enough for you to hear.

You heard George sigh. You could practically see him run his hands through his messy hair. “Fred-”

“I know you’re worried about her, but she’ll be okay. She’s stronger than you think.”

“I know she’s strong, I just- I’m worried anyway. I don’t- I can’t leave her, Freddie.”

Your heart clenched. The pain in his voice was so- so raw.

You heard what sounded like Fred putting his arm around his brother. “I know. But this is our dream, George. She’d understand. You know she would.”

A long silence followed Fred’s statement. Your heart pounded in your chest. Silent tears slipped down your cheeks.

And then at last, he spoke. “I know.”

“You have to tell her, Georgie.”

“I know.”

A pat sounded before a sigh followed it. “So next Thursday?”

“Yeah.”

You waited until you heard their footsteps go up the boys staircase before sliding down the wall. Your head fell onto your knees as sobs began to wrack through your body. Your arms crossed over your knees in an attempt to muffle your cries. The last thing you needed was for Fred and George to hear you, although you were sure they were already dead asleep.

A piece of your heart bled as recalled George’s words. He couldn’t leave you. You’d known the handsome red head since first year. You knew how deep his love ran. How loyal he was to those he cared about. Leaving you? It would hurt him.

And that was something you couldn’t allow.

You would go to the ends of the world for him. You would do anything if it meant he would be happy.

Even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness.

So as the tears stopped, you steeled yourself for what you had to do. Stood up. And went to bed with an already broken heart.

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The feeling of dread had a new taste that morning. Every step felt too heavy to take. Every breath felt nearly impossible. But you swallowed it all as you walked towards the library table George and Fred were sitting at with Angelina and Lee.

George looked up, a bright smile on his face. The smile he reserved for just you. It almost crippled you.

But it was the quiet pain you saw in his eyes that solidified your resolve.

“Hey, love.” George reached out for you. You let him, unable to deny yourself his touch. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and began to pull you onto his lap, when you lifted your free hand to his chest stopping him. It then traveled up to tuck a piece of loose hair behind his ear.

“Hey, Georgie.” You swallowed. “Do you mind if I steal you away for a minute or two?”

Freds laugh rang out across the table as a balled up piece of paper flew across the table and smacked George in the face. “A minute or two?” Fred looked to Lee. “I always knew he was a quick shooter!”

Lee and Angelinas laugh soon joined in as George’s face reddened. Yet he stood up and wrapped an arm around you to lead you out of the library. But not before he called back. “At least I’ve never had any complaints!”

Madam Pince hushed him at the same time as Fred started to shout back, but by that time George had led you past the library doors and down the hall.

You allowed yourself to lean into George’s hold. To feel the warmth and smell the scent that was so completely him. The muscles in his arm that were hidden underneath his robes. The curl of his fingers on your hip.

You let him lead you to a secluded bench in one of the more quiet hallways of Hogwarts. He let you sit down first before sitting next to you.

“So what did you need?” He lifted his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing across your lip.

Utter pain flooded your body as you closed your eyes, unable to look at the person you loved most in the world.

“George-” You choked out. George’s hand fell. You opened your eyes to see his face. He looked like you had slapped him.

He shook his head. “No. Love, I know what you’re thinking. And no. Please-”

But you steeled yourself. Reminded yourself why you were doing this. You knew a part of George would be here with you, not focused on the shop. His dream. Him and his best friends dream that they had worked so hard to build.

What kind of girlfriend- what kind of friend would you be if you held him back from that?

That thought helped you.

“I- I think we should break up.” You looked into George’s warm brown eyes.

George’s hands grabbed yours. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Tell me. I’ll fix it. Just please don’t-”

It took every ounce of strength for you to continue to look at the man you loved and not cry- to not give in.

“I’m sorry, George.” You couldn’t help leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Your lips lingering for a second longer than they should’ve. “I love you.” You whispered before standing and walking away.

“Wait-” George’s hand grabbed your wrist. Tears had already begun pouring down your face unable to be held back anymore. So you knew better than to look backwards at him. He would be able to read you the moment he saw your tears. “Please, Y/N. I’ll do anything.” His hand was shaking around your wrist. His voice sounded broken.

It’s for his dream.

You sucked in a deep breath.

“Goodbye, George.”

You pulled your wrist from his grip and continued down the hall. Each step an effort as you heard his shout echo through the castle.

But he didn’t chase you.

Despite it being what you wanted, it hurt.

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The day George and Fred left felt like mercy. The days after the break up were some of the hardest you’d ever been through. It wasn’t that Fred or George were mean to you, in fact no one was.

It was the way George looked. And the way he looked at you whenever you failed at avoiding him.

His normally glowing skin was pale. He had a slump in his shoulders that had never been there before. The looks of utter longing and confusion he sent your way, broke a piece of you you didn’t even know you had.

Fred wasn’t better. He looked at you like he knew. Like he knew exactly what you were doing, and couldn’t tell whether to be grateful or upset.

But all that ended when they left.

Yet, all that began after they left was something new. On top of your hurt was Umbridge’s desire to make your life miserable. As the girlfriend- ex girlfriend of one half of her arch nemesis, she took all her anger out on you.

You took it.

The thought that rang loud and clear in your head as you carved I will be obedient into your hand was-

He’s living his dream.

And so you would bleed any amount. Feel any level of pain. Miss him more than you thought possible. Take his anger or blame. All if it meant he was happy.

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Somehow, despite working at Flourish and Blotts for six months, you hadn’t managed to work up the courage to visit Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes only a few doors down.

You passed it every morning on the way to work, and every night on the way back home.

Usually you’d avert your eyes. Sometimes you’d glance up, seeing the giant likeness of the twins lifting his hat. Very rare times, you stopped for only a second to glance in the windows. Every glimpse was something new. Sometimes there’d be a new product sitting in the windows. Once there was a laughing child, who’s face held nothing but pure joy.

But you’d never seen him.

Until one day, you decided to risk more than a glance.

You were walking home. Flourish and Blotts closed an hour before Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes did. As you began to pass the store, a strong desire you’d been suppressing for a year gripped you.

You desperately wanted to see what you sacrificed your heart for. You wanted to see what became of their dream.

With a deep breath, you turned and walked to the door of the shop. It glowed. Your hands pushed the door open and you walked into the most magnificent store you’d ever been in.

Color bloomed on every surface. Everything was labeled. You saw their earlier inventions, ones you had been a part of, sitting on a shelf off to the side. You took a few steps in and just let your feet guide you.

Your fingers grazed the Extendable Ears, the Nosebleed Nougats, the Love Potions, and newer inventions like the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. A smile lit up your face as you spun in the middle of the shop. Laughter was the music and joy seemed to radiate from every corner of the shop.

This was exactly what you hoped.

What you dreamed for them.

Then your eyes caught on a small display in the furthest corner of the shop. Your body carried you before you could think about it.

On the display were a collection of glass balls the size of a Bludger. They were all clear, with nothing inside. But what truly caught your eye were the glass balls hanging above the display, scattered like stars. Inside each of the hanging orbs were different scenes. You leaned towards one up to inspect it closer.

Inside danced two figures. One in a glittering silver gown and another in a brown tux with sparkling lights floating above them. It took a minute to realize it was you and George. You blinked back tears before turning to the next floating orb.

One figure was carrying another one running towards what appeared to be a lake-

You looked at the next one.

George kissing you under the moonlight after you admitted your feelings to each other in the Astronomy tower.

You and George sitting together in the Great Hall laughing about a stupid joke.

George running his fingers through your hair as you slept.

You stumbled back.

What were those memories doing here? You looked around to see the name and description of the product, your frantic need causing you to stumble back another step. But instead of falling, your back met a hard chest.

You froze.

You didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who it was.

“They’re Memory Ornaments. You can make copies of your favorite memories and hang them as decoration. They usually do better around the holidays.”

A sharp breath left your lips. It was the first time you’d heard his voice in almost a year. It was soft.

You wondered then if he knew who you were. If he ever became resentful of you after the breakup. You hoped not.

His arm came from behind you, reaching up to an ornament hanging a foot or so above your head.

“These are all my memories. But this one is my favorite.” He pulled it down and held it to your eyes.

Inside were two people sitting on a bench holding hands. One crying and the other trying not to. The last time you and him talked.

And this was his favorite?

You couldn’t help the question that bubbled out of your lips. “Why?”

You felt him lean down, his breath brushing your ear.

“Several reasons. First, it was the last time I talked to the only girl I’ve ever loved.” His free hand came up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You should’ve known then. But you refused to believe it. “Second, she tells me how much she loves me-”

You whipped around tears in your eyes. “That’s not at all what she said. She broke up with you.”

You thought you were prepared to see the face of the man you were still head over heels in love with. But you weren’t.

He glowed with sheer and pure happiness. His hair was shorter. He was definitely taller. The bright suit fit him so well, you almost reached up to feel his biceps under the sleeves. You missed that cheeky curved smile that lit up for you. The kindness in those beautiful brown eyes, that looked down at you in that moment like he was dreaming.

He must’ve released the orb, because his hands settled on your cheeks. “I think we remember things differently, love.”

The tears did fall then as you tried to break his grip. But it was as firm as it was gentle. You lifted your hands to push against his chest. “No, George. I broke up with you-”

“So I could have this.” His eyes were earnest. You opened your mouth to lie but he cut you off again. “Fred told me after a few months. To be completely honest, after I’d gotten over the initial hurt, I’d guessed as much. It seemed exactly the kind of dumb self sacrifiice you’d do.” His thumb reached up to brush a few tears.

“I’m sorry, George.” You closed your eyes, unable to look at his kind and loving face. “I heard you that night. You and Fred were talking about leaving. You said you couldn’t leave me.” You opened your eyes. He had to know you didn’t want to do it. “But this is your dream. I couldn’t- I can’t keep you from that.”

George huffed a laugh before leaning down until his face was level with yours and inches away. It was an effort to maintain eye contact. But you knew it would take more effort to drag your eyes from his.

“Do you know what I’ve been dreaming of since the day we left Hogwarts?”

You shook your head as much as George’s grip allowed.

A gentle smile overtook his face before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

You felt every thought and feeling pour into you from him. Everything he didn’t know how to say and yet knew exactly how to translate it through his kiss. Your hands, still pressed against his chest, wound around his neck pulling him impossibly closer. And in return, you sent your own love through the kiss. Hoping it could tell him what you struggled to.

That you loved him more than words could ever begin to describe.

Until he pulled back gently, his forehead resting on yours.

“You, love.”

You leaned back a fraction, looking at his still closed eyes.

His lashes fluttered as his eyes opened, staring straight at you.

“I dreamed of you.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. A smile you hadn’t smiled in a year. Your hand reaching up and tangling in his hair as you pulled him back to you. Your lips claiming each other again, promising without words to never let go again.

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Spells and charms + claude monet 🌠 * [part I]

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The Magic of Misunderstandings

Fred Weasley X Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: angsttt (because I haven’t changed a bit), misunderstandings (of course), pregnancy? birth? children? are those necessary warnings? idk

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Things change the older you get. For your muggle mother, she learned about things like telephone bills or car payments. For you? A half-blood witch? Things were very different. Adulthood came at seventeen, at the graduation of Hogwarts. You were thrown into a profession and hoped that you liked the first one you got. You could change of course, but that would be more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe settle down with a nice wizard and start a family. Preferably a tall wizard with bright red hair and a dazzling smile.

At least that was what you had always expected wizarding adulthood to be like. What was anticipated.

But things never quite turned out how you anticipated.

The small swell of your abdomen told you as much.

Your chest heaved with pain and despair as you stared down at the muggle pregnancy test your mother went out and bought for you. It had only been a week since you last saw Fred.

Only a week.

The words still rang in your head loud and clear like the church bell from two streets over that rang every hour. Tears poured down your face as your hand slid to cradle your stomach. To cradle the life it now held. The life that would grow for nine months.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself one last trip down memory lane, before you resolved yourself to never think of it again.

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You were tired of the gloomy skies and endless rain. It had been raining for a week and all you or anyone else wanted to do for that matter was go outside. Hogwarts had been gloomy without the twins. It made your heart ache, but at least you were on the train back to London. Which meant you could take a slight detour to Diagon Alley to see where the boys set up shop.

You wrapped your jacket tighter around your shoulders as the hills and trees flew by in the window. Angelina had fallen asleep long ago, and Katie was reading a book silently in the corner. Which gave you nothing better to do than to observe the dark skies outside.

After what felt like forever, the Hogwarts Express pulled up to the station. You tried not to feel the weight of the sadness as you pulled Katie and Angelina in for one last hug as Hogwarts students. This wouldn’t be the last time you saw them of course. You all had planned a getaway trip in the middle of summer to France as a graduation present from your parents. If Fred and George could get away from the shop, they were invited too.

Hurriedly you grabbed your things and met your parents standing on the platform. You met them in a hug before pulling back and smiling.

“Diagon Alley?”

Your dad laughed and held out his hand to your mother. “You owe me a galleon.” She smirked and pulled out a pound.

“This’ll have to do.” Before linking her arm with yours and pulling you towards the brick wall as your dad’s hearty laugh followed you.

“What did you two bet on?” You asked your mom as you stepped through the platform wall.

She smiled and squeezed your arm. “How long it would take you to ask to go to Diagon Alley. I bet a minute. Your father said it would be the first thing out of your mouth.”

You tried not to smile, but it crept up anyway.

“Well then… are we going?”

Your dad caught up to the both of you by then. “I have a feeling if I said no, you’d find a way to get there anyway.”

“Probably so.”

And so the three of you made your way to Diagon Alley, but your parents stopped right outside the store.

“We’ll meet you at home, love.” Your mom leaned down, kissing your forehead. You furrowed your brows.

“I’m assuming you'll want to stay awhile, so we’re apparating home.” Your dad leaned in close to your mom and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. “Gotta get some more alone time with your mom before-”

You pushed away. “Gross!” But he only winked and the two of them were gone.

You turned to the store behind you. Bright and booming. The lights ignited the entirety of the dark Diagon Alley.

You desperately tried not to picture what it used to look like, compared to all the gloom it bathed in now. You pushed the door open, and screams of joy and laughter hit you in the face immediately.

It was like stepping into another world. There was a staircase that led upwards but there were shelves next to it holding all sorts of gadgets and gizmos. The main floor was jam packed with not only products but people. Your jaw dropped in amazement.

“Welcome to-” You looked up seeing one half of the iconic Weasley duo standing on the stairs with a look of dread on his face.

Huh. That’s never happened before.

You began to walk up the stairs to meet George, but his face only continued to drain of color. He stumbled back a few stairs and reached to grab the railing before he really fell.

“Is everything alright George?” You asked, reaching for him.

Quickly he straightened. “Uh- yeah- of course-”

A feeling of dread swept over you. George only acted like this when he was desperate to hide something from his mom. “Where’s Fred?”

George opened his mouth to respond but he closed it, his eyes darted up the stairs seemingly unintentionally. “He’s not here.”

That feeling of dread intensified. But George looked ready to block your path up the stairs. So you shrugged and relaxed your expression. “Oh. Okay! Well, could you show me around?” You smiled cheerily hoping he would believe it.

And he seemed so willing to believe it, because he instantly shifted around you and began to lead you back down the stairs.

But the instant he was around you, you took off up the steps to where George had looked.

George only had a moment to notice but you were long gone. You vaguely heard his voice behind you.

“Y/N!! No! He’s-”

But you never knew what George was going to say. Because there was Fred. His lips on another woman. Her in his lap. Grinding against him. As he moaned into her mouth.

“Godric, you’re so sexy.” He murmured against her lips.

You were going to be sick.

“Y/N-” George stumbled into your back before looking past you. “Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?! Get out!” George pushed past you, marching towards the woman sitting on his brother.

Fred angrily looked up. “How dare you speak to the love of my life like that!”

Your mouth dried. All the air from your lungs was suddenly sucked out. He didn’t even look at you.

Teary eyed, you stumbled out into the hall, down the stairs and into Diagon Alley. The world seemed to be spinning rapidly. You reached for the doorway of the shop to steady yourself before leaning over and vomiting.

Footsteps sounded and the door flung open behind you.

“Y/N it’s really not what you think.” You heard George from behind you.

But you didn’t believe him.

So before another word could leave his mouth, you apparated home. Where you could cry in safety and in quiet because the man you thought would be your future had just done the one thing you thought him incapable of.

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“You should tell him.” Your mother said from your kitchen.

Your hand pressed on your swollen stomach. You were a week out. You’d been practically holed up in your house, mainly because for months Fred wouldn’t leave you alone. He’d knocked on your door. Sent you letters. Flowers. Chocolate Frogs. Begged you to hear him out through the door, until you put a silencing charm on the door.

How he had found the small house you had moved to, was beyond you. Although it wouldn’t surprise you if Angelina let something slip accidentally.

Either way, you were happy in your small home out in the country. Your mom made visits every other day to make sure you were okay and hadn’t gone into premature labor.

“I know.” You mumbled back. “But I can’t.”

“And why not?” She called back.

You stood, something that now took you longer than usual, and walked into the kitchen. Your mom had her back to you as she flipped what you assumed were pancakes, if smell was anything to go by.

Your hand tightened around your belly. “He doesn’t deserve to know.”

Your mom sighed and turned, a sad look on her face. “It’s not about deserve. That baby deserves to have a father in his life-”

“Even if he’s a cheating-”

Your mom sat the spatula down. “You still haven’t talked to him, have you?”

Something about the way she said that made you tense. You tried to calm your heart rate, knowing that it wasn’t good for him. Your hand rubbed your stomach in circles, trying to soothe him or yourself you didn’t know.

“Have you?” It came out harder than you anticipated.

“Sweetheart-”

“Have you?”

She sighed. “Yes. I didn’t tell him about the baby, but I think you really-”

Before you could help it, tears were falling down your face. “Not today, mom. Please.”

You heard the smallest sigh, but she dropped it.

The two of you ate in silence, and when the meal was over your mom could tell you were tired. So she grabbed her things.

“You gonna be okay?” She asked, hesitating at the door.

You nodded. “If anything happens, I have my birthing plan. I know what to do.”

She pursed her lips. “I don’t like the thought of you being alone…”

You shrugged. “I have a week, mom. You can stay with me non stop in a few days. Just- just give me a few more days to myself.”

She smiled and nodded, shutting the door behind her. Finally, you gently collapsed against the couch. You desperately tried to ignore the deep pain that settled into your heart at the thought of Fred. The way he looked at the woman. The things he said. The grief seemed to weigh you down, even more so than the baby boy in your womb.

As if responding to your thoughts a small kick jolted you. You sweetly rubbed a hand over that spot as tears leaked from your eyes.

“I know I’ll always have you little Gideon.”

And with that you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep before you could help it.

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A dull pain woke you. It felt like monthly cramps only more rhythmic and more painful. You pressed a hand to your abdomen as another sharp pain cleaved through your body. You began to count the seconds as they ticked by on the clock.

The pain radiated for over a minute before abating.

You started the count again.

Six and a half minutes passed before another contraction hit you. A choked sob left your mouth before you could help it. You needed to get up and grab your things, get to the nearest hospital.

But standing was impossible. The pain was debilitating. Even in the minutes between contractions.

But there was no one here. You either would get up or give birth alone in your living room.

Another choked cry of pain left your lips as a contraction hit. It was all you could do to just scream and wait until the pain abated.

But then, a gift from above came. A knock sounded on the door.

“Help!” You screamed.

And just like that, the door came busting open. Sweat poured down your forehead as you wearily looked at the intruder. You didn’t even care who it was.

Your eyes scanned the tall frame, the bright red hair-

Fred.

He seemed just as stunned as you were. But as another contraction rocked your body, he was drawn out of his stupor. He was by you in a flash, lifting you gently by your arms.

“Can you apparate?” He asked softly, holding you up. “I- I don’t know-” He looked frantic and more worried than you’d ever seen him.

Breathlessly, you nodded. “Just can’t do it by myself.”

He nodded frantically. Then glanced around the room. “What else do you need? Nevermind. Let’s go and I’ll come back for it.”

He pulled you close. Closer than you had been to him in nearly six months. But you tried not to think about that moment six months ago.

The world folded and contracted around you and then you were standing in St. Mungos.

“She’s in labor!” Fred shouted, still holding you up.

A scream tore it’s way out of your throat as the pain became sharper.

Healers swarmed you and Fred, escorting the both of you to a room.

The next hours turned into a blur. A blur of pain and screaming. Fred holding your hand and squeezing tight. Your mother arriving somewhere along the way. Pushing and pushing. And then crying. Loud hearty crying.

If your heart had been broken earlier that day, the sound of your son crying made it feel a million times healed.

You promised yourself you would never forget the first time you looked down on him. He looked like a perfect combination of the two of you. But he definitely had Fred’s nose.

You cradled the small baby to your chest as you breathed a sigh of relief at the labor being at an end. But there was still more difficult things to come.

You glanced over at the father of your baby, who was looking down at the both of you with utter devastation. He looked like he was filled with love and also robbed of it at the same time. It broke your heart seeing him like that.

So you licked your lips and opened your mouth. “Here.” Your tired arms lifted Gideon slightly, just enough for Fred to understand. And you would’ve thought you’d given him the moon by the way his eyes lit up.

Gently, he pulled his son from your arms. And stared down at him in reverence.

“I was going to tell you.” You whispered. “I’m sorry.”

But Fred looked up, tears shining in his eyes as he handed your son back to you. His hand lifted to cradle your cheek. “Don’t be sorry for giving me the greatest gift I’ve ever known. If anything I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

At the reminder of that, you flinched pulling Gideon further into your chest as if to hide him from the wrongs of his father.

But Fred turned and pulled a chair up to sit next to you. “May I tell you what happened?” He looked so earnest, you didn’t think you could’ve told him no even if you didn’t have his child in your arms.

So you nodded.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“To make a long story short, a customer gave me a spiked love potion before I realized it. George locked me in the flat upstairs, and I don’t know what really happened after that. Only I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and George screaming at me that I was a bloody git. He told me what happened and I set out to talk to you that day.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Except you wouldn’t talk. I’ve been trying to explain for months…that I love you” His gaze shifted to the boy on my chest. “And I love him. And even if you don’t forgive me-”

You pressed a finger to his lips before sliding that same finger across his cheek as tears glimmered in your eyes. “Say it again.”

Fred’s face collapsed in utter gratefulness and he leaned into your touch. “I love you. I love him. And-”

“I’m sorry. For not hearing you out. For ever believing you would be capable of that.” You cupped his face, still worn out from labor. “But I love you too.”

As carefully as he had ever, Fred leaned forward and kissed you. A kiss you had been waiting for, for months. Warmth and relief spread throughout your body as you thought about that future you had dreamed of for so long.

The one with Fred in it. The one with your son in it.

“What’s his name?” Fred whispered against your lips, pulling back only enough to look down at the baby between you.

Your fingers splayed across Fred’s cheek as you looked down at your son.

“His name is Gideon.”

And the smile that followed made up for every moment lost, every moment apart, every moment broken.

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