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cloudybarnes · 2 years

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I hope that you may consider my request for Draco Malfoy, in which the reader is in Gryffindor house and a muggle. He doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings for her and she feels the same about him but he doesn’t know how to really react to these feelings and picks on her a little bit until the one day she felt the need to stick up for him to a teacher that seemed to have it for him and after that, feelings are confessed and they end up together in the end? If not, that’s okay! :)

Hii thank you so much for the request!! Hopefully I did it justice to how you imagined it :)

Pairing: Draco Malfor x gryffindor!reader

Summary: hidden feelings with draco get revealed when (Y/N) stands up for him against one of their professors

Word Count: 1.1k+

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"Oh bloody hell," Ron rolled his eyes, "here comes Malfoy."

You scoffed, looking over to where Ron nodded his head. The two of you were sat in the yard on a picnic blanket studying for your potions exam.

Hermione, who may have been able to help a little better than Ron, was off helping Harry woo Cho with some scheme he's come up with. Truthfully though, Ron is pretty good with potions.

"Well, well," Malfoy taunted, his two goonies right in tow, "what have we here? Weasle-bee and (Y/N) on a little date? How pathetic."

Draco stood directly over top of where you and Ron sat. He stared down at you with a smirk, not really paying much attention to Ron.

"What, jealous no girls want to be around that nasty attitude of yours?" you smirked back.

Draco scoffed with a laugh, "I'm sure you'd have no problem spending a night with my 'nasty attitude', sweet cheeks."

The way he spoke to you both infuriated you and gave you butterflies. It was pathetic. Draco was attractive; there was no doubt about that. Beside that, he was a complete dick. He was rude to you and your friends, always belittled them, and did his best to push your buttons.

It was infuriating.

"(Y/N) would never go for someone like you, Malfoy," Ron piped up, "you're way below her standards."

Ron was great for defending you, but if you were being honest with yourself, Draco wasn't mean to you. He was a jerk to your friends which is something you couldn't tolerate, but all he really did was tease you.

Draco smirked, "Why don't we let (Y/N) tell me herself if I'm 'so below her standards'. Sweetheart?"

That pet name made your stomach flip, but you wouldn't show it.

You rolled your eyes, "Draco, you're an asshole at the best of times; I would never give you a chance. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got a potions exam to study for."

Draco scoffed and gathered his two goons and left you and Ron be.

“What a nightmare that Malfoy is,” Ron stated.

You hummed in agreement, looking back down at your potions book. The blonde boy infiltrating your thoughts, much to your dismay.

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In class the next day, you sat next to Hermione with Ron and Harry at the two-person table behind you. You were sat down taking your potions exam, doing everything in your power to figure out what bloody liquid you put in your pot to make a truth potion.

Just as you’re on the verge of figuring it out, Draco barges into the classroom, late as usual. Snape’s head lifts up from his desk as Draco parades in and takes his seat.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape starts and he stands from his chair, “you’re late.”

“Sorry professor, got lost in the halls.”

Snape scowls, “I don’t want your half-witted excuses, Malfoy. I guess you are as stupid as your classmates presume you to be.”

The class starts to giggle, but Draco bows his head with a scowl on his face. You start to feel a little bit bad for Draco. Though he’s a dickhead to you and your friends, you still know how it sucks to be picked on, especially by a teacher.

“In fact,” Snape continues as he slowly steps closer to where Draco sits, “you may as well just not even bother taking the exam today. Godric knows you wouldn’t pass even if you had an intelligence spell with you.”

“Professor,” your voice shocks you. You didn’t realize your disdain for the way Malfoy was being talked to would lead to this.

Snape turns his attention to you, “Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

You cleared your throat and looked at Draco for a quick second before bringing your attention back to Professor Snape. “I think it’s entirely inappropriate the way you belittle Mr. Malfoy by saying how stupid you perceive him to be. Draco may not be the top student, but he is clever, and I think it’s a mistake to underestimate him.”

The class stared at you in disbelief. A Gryffindor standing up for a Slytherin is unheard of, especially if the Slytrherin is Draco Malfoy.

Snape stares as you for a long second before speaking, “everyone back to the exam. Next person to talk gets 20 points deducted from their house.”

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After class got let out, you walked with Hermione, Ron, and Harry out in the hallways.

“What has gotten into you!” Harry exclaimed, “Sticking up for Malfoy now?”

“I’m so confused,” Ron mumbled.

“I mean,” Harry continued, “what were you even thinking?”

Before you could even get a word out, Draco’s voice called out your name.

The four of you turned around to see Draco standing behind you. “Can we have a chat, (Y/L/N)?” Draco asked as he turned his back and started walking the opposite direction as you.

You looked to your friends, who shook their heads, but your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to go anyway.

When you caught up to Draco, he was stood at one of the pillars looking out the window.

“What did you want, Malfoy?”

Draco turned his attention to you, “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Don’t play stupid, (Y/N),” Draco snarled, “you stood up for me in front of Snape, in front of the whole class at that. You called him out for saying I was stupid, then you actually complimented me.”

Draco started to grow a smirk on his face. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a little crush on me.”

You couldn’t help the warmth that spread to your cheeks. “I don’t have a crush on you, for Godric’s sake. I just don’t particularly like the way Snape talks to his students. Trust me, it was not because it was you, it was because Snape needs to be knocked off his high horse sometimes.”

Draco chuckled, “Alright, (Y/N), you keep on telling yourself that.” Draco grabbed his bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He stared into your eyes as his shoulder brushed yours,Draco walking past you and leaving.

You turned and watched him go, but he stopped a few steps down the line. Draco turned around, smirk on his face. “Maybe next time Snape gives us an assignment, you’ll have me as your study date instead of old Weasle-bee.”

With that, Draco turned back again, walking away. His last statement sent butterflies straight to your belly. You couldn’t wait to take him up on that offer.

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ Gryffindor female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: this is kinda long ...

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⭑ You had obviously met at Hogwarts. You were put in Gryffindor and couldn’t be happier. You hadn’t heard a cheer so loud.

⭑ But you and Fred didn’t get along.

⭑ Within the first week of being at Hogwarts, both you and your new friend had been the butt of the Weasley Twin’s pranks.

⭑ Fred and George were a year above and both towered over you. But you didn’t care. The first prank, was aimed at you. The second, was at your friend and that made you feral.

⭑ Your motto for life is, “befriend, defend.” So anyone who messes with your friend, by your line of thinking - is messing with you.

⭑ So you marched up to the grinning Weasley’s and sneered at them.

⭑ “You think that’s funny, huh?” Your youthful voice changed into something cutting.

⭑ “Yes,” Fred replied while George’s eyes widened.

⭑ That interaction had put you and Fred on a course that would end in marriage.

⭑ No one would have guessed it. And bets were made that you would kill each other by the 7th year.

⭑ Goerge realised Fred’s feelings during your second year. When he wouldn’t stop ranting about you. Fred never ranted about anyone for more than three minutes ... it had been an hour.

⭑ You started seeing Fred differently in your third year. When he would defend Harry Potter against bullies.

⭑ Little did you know, Fred had been defending you for years. But never wanted you to know.

⭑ You and Ginny grew close at Hogwarts, and she invited you over during the Christmas holidays. You, of course, accepted!

⭑ And you couldn’t deny the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the thought of seeing Fred.

⭑ You had packed your nicest clothes, and then scolded yourself because why were you acting so self-conscious? It was just visiting Ginny ... your friend ...

⭑ So you packed your casual clothes, and off you went. Your journey to the Burrow was one you would never forget.

⭑ The anticipation created tension within yourself like you had never known

⭑ And when you arrived, there Ginny stood, waiting out the front.

⭑ Her smile was enormous and she beckoned you inside where you were met with an older, plumper version of Ginny

⭑ Mrs Weasley made you feel at home instantly. And you felt safe at once.

⭑ How would you ever leave?

⭑ While you were being introduced downstairs - there was a whole world upstairs that you were not aware of.

⭑ Fred had cleaned up his shared room and George’s head nearly exploded. “Fred I have NEVER seen you clean a single thing in your life.”

“Mmm... no, I definitely have,” Fred replied, his hair spiking in all directions as he wiped down the window sill.

“Mmmm, that window sill has never been cleaned before.”

“Sure it has ...” Fred pandered off, wiping the walls, picking up stray bits of crap off of the floor.

“Wh-why do. We. Have. So. Much. Shit!” Fred exclaimed, pausing after picking up each possession one by one. His arms were full of miscellaneous items: socks, bits of cardboard box, a half-eaten shoe, a ruined textbook, a pair of underwear.

⭑ George watched his twin with raised eyebrows and tried not to let the grin take over his face. “Ooookay,” he replied. Blinking rapidly as if this very image before him was an illusion.

⭑ Downstairs, Mr Weasley was asking about your family and what your parents did for work. To his great delight, you told him about your muggle family and he had an influx of questions.

⭑ Ginny rolled her eyes and pulled you toward the staircase. “Dad, I’m going to show y/n my room now,” she grabbed onto your wrist and pulled slightly, guiding you to the steps.

⭑ “It was nice meeting you Mr Weasley,” you called over your shoulder.

⭑ At that same moment, George opened the bedroom door and began to walk out.

⭑ You, Ginny, and George met on the second landing, which led to the twin’s room.

⭑ You went to walk past, but you looked at the open door and saw Fred.

⭑ Instantly, Ginny began laughing at the state he was in.

⭑ Fred still held onto the items. But while you had been talking to Mr Weasley, George had flung a pair of underwear onto his twin’s head.

⭑ For the first time ever, Fred blushed.

⭑ He barely looked at you for the rest of the afternoon and night. But the next day, he acted as if nothing had happened.

⭑ You liked that in Fred. That no matter how stupid he looked, he could still bounce back.

⭑ This stay had cemented your future with Fred. The way you interacted with his family, how you made everyone laugh - even Percy would chuckle.

⭑ And he admitted his feelings about you to himself.

⭑ “I do like her Georgie,” he whispered into the dark room. The clock ticked to 2:13 AM and George could barely comprehend.

“Tha’ good Fre’ie” He mumbled back.

⭑ The oncoming year was incredibly awkward. And you didn’t understand why. Usually, your days were filled with anticipation on seeing Fred, but he had distanced himself from you.

⭑ Lessons felt dim, and the usual magical ambience felt flat. You couldn’t put your finger on it until one of your room mates set the story straight.

Delilah, with her big brown eyes and long slick black hair, looked at you with exasperation. Her eyebrows had nearly risen to her forehead, and her mouth was slightly agape.

“What do you mean, you don’t understand?!” She nearly shrieked. Her hands were firmly on her hips.

“I- ugh...” you stammered, and it was all you could do. Because you were completely OBLIVIOUS.

⭑ After a few seconds of Delilah staring straight into your soul, she said one word.

“FRED.”

⭑ And boy did that year get even awkward...er...

⭑ With the next year, came more and more tension.

⭑ Until Fred had kissed you before causing the fireworks to go off during the exam.

⭑ It was a natural progression - neither of you had to say that you were a couple. Everyone ... just ... knew?

⭑ Fred treats you like royalty, but his attention span is limited.

⭑ You’re never cold because of the endless cosy jumpers that Mrs Weasley knits

⭑ Always having someone that can make you laugh

⭑ Never feeling like you’re too much

⭑ Being great friends with George

⭑ It’s not a family dinner without you (and Harry), actually speaking of Harry. You became good friends with him as well. You were a good source of advice and comfort. Like an older sister who looked out for him.

⭑ Ron has a crush on you, and Hermione usually swats him on the arm when he stares at you too long. You’re just so kickass.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Dating Fred Weasley Would Include

You’d be best friends with the twins since day one.

Wherever they were you were never far behind.

And you would try and be a good influence but those boys were their own force of nature.

You both realise that you like each other around Fourth year.

But he never asks you out.

Instead, one day when you’re studying he leans across and kisses you out of the blue.

You’re flummoxed but he merely shrugs and flashes you a cheeky grin.

Then it happens a few more times.

‘Fred…do you like me?’ ‘I’ve been snogging you for the past week I should bloody hope so.’

George is happy for the pair of you.

But he hates your PDA.

Fred’s happy to let the world know you’re together.

He carries your books to and from class, kisses you goodbye outside the classroom, and walks the halls with his arm around your shoulder.

When it got too much George would insist you ‘bugger off and give him a chance at keeping his lunch down’.

So you’d spend a lot of your days finding secluded spots in the castle.

Fred’s insatiable.

And his biggest turn-on is the idea that the pair of you might get caught.

Eventually you stop spending the night in your own dormitory.

Sleeping next to him is soothing.

And if McGonagall knows she doesn't let slip.

You’d try and get him to take school a little more seriously.

He’d shrug you off.

Which would cause massive arguments.

But eventually he would tell you about the pair of them wanting to open a joke shop.

‘Why didn't you just tell me?’ ‘Because we didn’t think we could do it…not really.’ ‘You two can do anything. I know it.’

Since you’ve been friends from the start Molly knows you well but she acts like you’re a completely new woman and she’s desperate to impress.

The twins mock her endlessly for it.

But you tell them to pack it in sharpish.

‘Never tell me off like that again.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because Georgie dearest pointed out that you look exactly like my mother. And I don’t have the money for therapy.’

Even though they would drop out of school Fred would insist you stay put.

If truth be told you’re a little lost without the pair of them around.

You’d count down the days till any school holiday.

And there’d be letters written from both of you almost daily.

They’re utterly sappy but neither of you care.

He even promises that when you graduate the pair of you can get married.

Once you’re out of school he makes good on his promise and buys you a gorgeous ring.

Your days would be spent helping with the order, running the shop and doing your own job.

It’s exhausting but you love it.

Until the night you lose Mad-Eye.

Seeing George mangled like that was when it gets real for you.

And you can’t stop seeing Fred’s face in place of his brother’s.

You’d spend nights up worrying about the war.

Fred was one to talk you down. To try and calm you.

George would talk it through with you which would help because at least he was feeling what you did.

Then the battle of Hogwarts would come.

You’d feel it mid-fighting. Something wrong. Something bad.

And you wouldn’t have to see his body to know he was gone.

You could tell by the crumpled form of Molly Weasley that your love was gone.

That’s when your world would break apart.

The only reminder of your love is that ring on your left hand.

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 to new love 」

fred weasley x fem reader

summary: you should have bit your tongue, but luckily your best friend is willing to help you out of a hole you dug for yourself.

requested: written for @onlyfreds’ 1k writing challenge!

word count: 4.2k

warnings: marriage/wedding, brief mention of alcohol, mutual pining, pet names (princess, darling, baby, pretty baby), bed sharing, love confessions, heavy use of physical touch

a/n: ahhhh! not gonna lie, it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written anything for fred - which is weird bc i was writing a ton for him at one point. anyways, here’s a cute little wedding-set fic with the tropes ‘fake dating,’ ‘only one bed,’ & the prompt ‘are you even listening to me?’ i will admit this is also a college au, and a slight modern au fic, but it is what it is. it works, so hopefully you all enjoy it! Xx

If you could go back three months in time and slap yourself, you would. If you just hadn’t said anything when your cousin was going on about it ‘being okay that you’ve never dated…even though you’re 21,’ you wouldn’t be in this position.

You wouldn’t be sitting here in one of the many lounges on campus, leg bouncing as you chew on your bottom lip. You certainly wouldn’t be sitting here entertaining the idea of simply finding a fake boyfriend for the weekend.

Too lost in your worries and trying to find a solution, you completely forget that you’re sitting with your best friend. That is until you hear your special nickname. The one only he is allowed to call you - princess.

Looking up at him, all you can do is hum, eyebrows raised as you try to recall what he said, but unfortunately the words completely fail you. You hadn’t been paying attention in the slightest.

“I said that you’re going to chew your lip off if you keep doing that.” Fred chuckles, shaking his head as you duck your head slightly.

“What’re you thinking so hard about anyways?”

“Nothing. I just…I said something really dumb a few months ago and it’s biting me in the ass. Violently.” You sigh, frowning as you bounce the pen you’ve been holding between your thumb and forefinger.

How could you have been so stupid? Was it not embarrassing enough to not have a boyfriend already? Did you really need to add to it by agreeing to bring the boyfriend you don’t have to the wedding as your date?

“It can’t be that bad. We all say stupid shit, princess.”

“Have you ever told your family you’d bring your boyfriend - that you don’t have - to a wedding?” You counter, positive he’s never said anything quite that stupid.

“Well, considering I’m into girls…no.”

You can’t help but groan as Fred jokes, laughing with a wide smile as you roll your eyes.

“This isn’t funny, Freddie! The wedding is this weekend and I couldn’t be more single if I tried.”

“Do you think I’d be able to get one of those, like, male escorts on such short notice?” You question, completely serious as you think of anything you can do to save yourself the embarrassment of showing up to the wedding solo.

“I’m not even sure they have anything like that around here, darling.”

“They don’t have to be local. As long as they’re willing to travel, I’ll take them.”

“You’re serious?! I thought you were joking. You’d really hire some stranger online to play your boyfriend for the weekend?”

You nod, shrugging your shoulders. If that’s what it takes, then yeah. You’d do it.

Watching you, all Fred can do is half laugh, half scoff as he shakes his head. He can’t believe you’d actually hire a stranger instead of admitting you’re single - even if you made up some excuse for it like you and said boyfriend recently broke up.

Fred hasn’t known you terribly long, only since you met in an intro class about a year and a half ago after you transferred here. However, he has learned in that relatively short time that you wouldn’t be freaking out if the issue wasn’t important to you in some way or another.

“Save yourself the money, princess. If you’re really that desperate for a plus one, I’ll go.” He huffs out a little chuckle, smiling nonchalantly as he pretends to focus on the book he’d been reading for class.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I mean, what’s a weekend away from campus with wedding cake if not a small piece of heaven?”

“You realize you’d be my boyfriend for the weekend, right? Like we’d have to act like a couple?”

“Yeah? Can’t be that hard. We are friends, aren’t we?”

“Well, yeah, but…Fred we’d have to like…kiss, and hold hands, and whatnot. You’re okay with that?” You question, not sure he knows what he’s signing up for.

You’re not against him being your faux boyfriend, but you need to make sure he’s okay with it all. Sure, you’d have to try harder than normal to keep your feelings for the redhead hidden, but it’s only three days. You’re sure you can manage.

“If it’ll make this weekend easier for you, then yeah. I mean, we’ve held hands before, and it’s not like we’d be the first friends to kiss.”

“I guess…” you mumble, brows furrowed as you try to imagine kissing Fred.

Although it’s rather easy to picture kissing him, it’s hard to picture it being just a favour for the weekend. You don’t think you could kiss him with no feelings attached, which makes your stomach flip. It would be easier, and probably more comfortable, if Fred played your boyfriend though, the potential mess of emotions be damned.

“Alright. If you’re sure, then let’s do it. Let’s be a couple for the weekend, Freddie.”

~.~

You can’t help but tap your fingers, rather vigorously, against the steering wheel as Queen plays through the radio. It’s been about three hours since you and Fred got on the road, and every mile that you get closer, the more nauseous you get.

This needs to work. You need your family to believe that you and Fred are dating, and have been for some time.

“Take a breath, princess. You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“I just might.” You retort as your stomach thrashes with nerves.

“Do you really think they’ll believe us? Like, maybe we should go over our story?”

“I think we’ll be fine, princess, but if it’ll help calm you down, then sure. Let’s go over our story.” Fred smiles, placing a hand on your thigh to comfort you.

His touch does help to comfort you, especially when he starts rubbing his thumb over your clothed skin, but it also happens to make your stomach flip more. Not to mention that his touch makes your heart beat wildly.

You rarely admit it to yourself, and even less so to anyone else, but you do have a crush on your best friend. A massive, ‘I want to hold you and kiss you and do what other couples do’ crush. How cliche is that?

It’s not like you can help it though. He’s insanely attractive, and he’s got an alluring personality. Not only is he kind, and funny, and considerate, but he knows how to be fun while still taking things seriously. He makes you feel at home in a place that couldn’t be farther from one, and even then it’s the thought of him that makes you feel at home in your childhood house.

“Yeah? Alright, uh, where do we start? Should we go over how we met, or?”

“You know that we don’t need some elaborate lie, right? We can use some of our actual friendship as the basis of this fake relationship.”

“I know that.”

“Do you? Tell me then, how did we meet, princess?”

“You sat next to me in Cognition.”

“Good. Do you remember how we started talking?”

“How could I forget, Fred? You asked me for a pen and then proceeded to flirt with me.” You laugh, shaking your head at the absurd idea of you ever forgetting that.

There you were, sitting in class and already anxious because you were afraid of not making friends, when this breath-taking redhead sat next to you. You could tell how attractive he was with a single glance, and that only made you more anxious. Talking to those you found attractive has always been hard for you, but luckily he made the first move.

“Yeah, but it made you laugh, did it not? I swear to god, I could feel how anxious you were as soon as I sat down.”

“Surprisingly, it did. I’m still not sure how I got the courage to talk to you.”

“However you did it, I’m glad.”

You glance over at him as you chew on your bottom lip, finding a smile resting happily on his lips.

“Me too.” You murmur, being a hundred percent honest. Befriending Fred has been one the best decisions you’ve ever made.

“So we have how we met covered. How long have we been dating?”

“Uhm, well it’s been four months since I told my cousin I had a boyfriend…”

“…and I’d made it sound like I had been with someone for a little while before I told her so…I don’t know? Five or six months?” You suggest, cocking a brow at Fred for his opinion.

“Let’s say six months then. That way it lines up with when we went ice skating together. You remember that?”

“Yeah. You’d ask me to open skate - which I sucked at, by the way. Afterwards we went out to McDonald’s and sat in the parking lot eating and talking for, god, seems like hours.”

“Mhm. You shared a lot about your family that night, and even some of your deepest thoughts.”

“I did, and you didn’t make me feel silly or less than for them.”

“I never once even thought about doing so.” He comments, patting his hand against your thigh gently.

“I really appreciate it.” You murmur, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly as you keep your focus on the road, too afraid to look over at him.

In your peripheral, though, you catch him smiling and nodding as he squeezes your thigh to let you know he heard you.

~.~

The wedding is in an hour and you still don’t feel ready. Aside from sleeping in later than you had wanted, you don’t feel comfortable or pretty in the slightest. On top of it all, though, you feel your heart racing as your entire being feels jittery - your nerves ravaging your mind and body.

“How’re you doing in there, princess? We should probably be leaving soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we should. I just…” you trail off mid sentence as you click your tongue, walking out into the shared room.

“Does this look okay?”

At your question you feel Fred look up at you from the bed the two of you shared even as you stare at your reflection in the hallway mirror.

A moment seems to pass without a response, which makes your heart race even more. You should have brought a second option, but you decided against it.

“Fred? It looks awful, doesn’t it?”

“No…no. You look, you look amazing, y/n.” Fred murmurs, and you finally take a moment to look at him.

He seems completely enamored with your appearance, which warms your cheeks and chest ever so slightly. You’ve never been one that boys look at, or at least you’ve never been one to notice if guys look at you. With the way Fred’s eyes carefully trail down your body, though, it’s hard to miss his adoration-tinged shock.

“Really? Well, uh, thank you.” You softly reply, your cheeks burning as you shy away from his gaze.

“We should get going then. I figure if we get there a bit early we can hopefully find a decent seat.”

As you talk you start to bounce throughout the room as you grab everything you need - last minute jewelry, perfume, phone, keys, etc.

“I’m pretty sure the wedding is only supposed to last like a half hour, but then there’s the reception which is a little bit of a drive.”

“They’ll be having a little cocktail hour with some snacks before things really get started, though. Oh! I need their gift. Is that still in the car?” You question, pausing your pacing as you look at Fred.

“Are you even listening to me, Freddie?”

“Hmm? Yeah. ‘Course I am.”

You can’t help but sigh lightly as you shake your head with a soft smile. You’re 95% sure he hasn’t heard a word you spoke since asking about your appearance. He was far too blank-faced and hazy-eyed to have been paying attention.

“Is their wedding gift still in the car?” You reiterate, deciding against teasing him for being distracted.

In all honesty, the fact that he was distracted by you makes you feel giddy. Maybe there’s a chance that you’re not the only one in this friendship that has feelings. Not that you actually believe there is such a chance, but it’s a nice thought.

“Yeah. I left it on the back floorboard where you had set it.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, yeah? Time to try to fool my family.”

Fred nods, smiling as he gets up from the bed, adjusting his dress pants and button down shirt. He even finished off his outfit with a tie, which you have to admit really brings it all together. He looks good. So good that you’re not sure how you’re going to pretend that the fawning you’re sure to do is simply an act.

Regardless, you don’t let yourself worry about it as Fred wraps his arm through yours, making you giggle as he leads you out of the hotel room. This - “dating” your best friend - is definitely better than hiring some stranger online.

~.~

“Y/n! I’m glad you could make it.”

You smile as your cousin comes up to where you and Fred are standing by the bar, a smile on her face as she hugs you. Even though you had dug yourself a hole for this event, you have to admit it is a rather wonderful evening. It’s even better to see her so happy, though.

“You knew I would. I wouldn’t dream of missing this.”

“I know, but it’s still nice to see you.”

“It is. Feels like we only really see each other at big family events like this. I’m so happy for you though. The ceremony was beautiful.” You smile, fidgeting with your fingers holding your champagne flute.

Fred notices you getting anxious, so he brings his hand up to rest on your waist in a small act of comfort. It definitely helps, especially when he gently rubs his thumb in small circles over your dress. You’ll never be able to thank him enough for this weekend, nor will you ever be able to convince yourself that this is all just an act.

“Thank you. I’m glad it wasn’t too long or anything.” she smiles and you nod.

“Definitely. It was nice. Perfectly short and sweet.”

“Kinda like you, huh?” Fred murmurs, leaning in so only you can hear him.

You can’t help the shy smile and warmth that settles on your face, chewing on your lip as a means to keep yourself in check. Although it makes complete sense for him to act flirty with you, for some reason your mind completely skipped that thought meaning you were, woefully, unprepared for such words and the way they’d affect you. If you make it out of this weekend alive, it will truthfully be a miracle.

“Oh, uhm, y/c/n this is Fred. Fred, y/c/n.” You introduce the two, Fred holding a hand out to greet her as she smiles.

“Nice to meet you, Fred.”

“You know, y/n, I hate to say I didn’t actually believe you at first, but you two…you’re cute together. I’m glad you’ve found someone to make you happy.”

“Thank you. He, uhm, he does make me really happy.” You stammer, feeling your heart skip a beat as you look up at the redhead to find him already looking at you.

“I’m glad. You deserve it.”

You nod, smiling a little wider as you turn your attention back to your cousin, trying to ignore the heavy weight settling on your chest that makes it hard to breathe.

This isn’t real. You’re lying to everyone, including yourself and Fred. Fred believes that all of this - your words, behaviour, everything - is simply for show, but it’s not faked in the slightest. You like, maybe even love, him at this point. There’s no way you can easily go back to just being friends after this. Not when you have a taste of what it’d be like to be his girlfriend, for real.

~.~

“Are you getting tired, princess?” Fred murmurs, his breath warm against your skin while his hands sit around your waist as the two of you dance to a slow song.

It’s been hours now since the wedding, and although it’s been fun, you’re exhausted. The two of you have done more than your fair share of dancing. On its own, dancing is tiring, but you’ve done all of it in heels. You could easily pass out in bed right now.

“A bit.”

“Just a bit?” He teases, a smile settling on his lips as he chuckles, watching as you roll your eyes with the tiniest smile on your lips.

“I think it’s time we get back to the hotel. What do you say?”

All you can manage is a hum and slight nod of your head in response, drawing a soft chuckle from Fred as he helps support your weight. He’s seen you tired before, and while he has always found it endearing, being the one you rely on in your exhaustion is an entirely different feeling.

It’s difficult to explain, but it’s almost like his heart is inflating far past its limits. It’s hard to breathe steadily. It’s nearly impossible to wipe a smile off his lips. Not to mention the fact that he just wants to hold you and never let go.

“We gotta say our goodbyes first, Freddie.” you inform, absentmindedly sighing at the thought of having to do anything else.

“Then let’s do that, yeah? You’re exhausted, darling.”

You can’t suppress the smile that quirks your lips at the pet name, but you can’t manage to say anything. Instead, you work on mustering up any energy you have left to be able to say goodbye to those of your family that remain at the reception.

As soon as you’re done wishing everyone goodnight, Fred helps you out to the car, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist. He’s honestly been the perfect boyfriend today, and you desperately wish you could just keep this going. Do you really have to stop pretending to be in a relationship after tonight?

“You’re thinking awful hard over there, princess.” Fred points out as he drives through the city towards your hotel.

“Am I?” You tease, drawing a smile to Fred’s lips.

“Mhm. Wanna share what’s on your mind?”

“Just been thinking of today, Freddie. Thank you. For doing all of this, I mean.”

“Of course, princess. You’re my best friend. I could never leave you hanging in times of need.”

“I still appreciate it, though. I truly don’t know how to thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve already got some ideas for you.” He mumbles, a smile evident in his voice.

“Yeah? What would those be?”

At your question, all Fred can do is smile, which makes you smile but leaves you confused all the same.

~.~

“I don’t wanna change, Fred. I’m so tired.” You nearly whine in reply to his suggestion as he taps your leg that’s hanging off the bed.

“You’ll sleep better if you do, though, princess. If you’re so tired, I can help you?”

“Would you?”

“Mhm. Long as you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay with it, Fred. ‘M so tired. Don’t wanna move.”

“I know, princess. It’s okay. Just gotta tell me where your things are.” Fred coaxes, pushing some hair out of your face.

“In my bag on the desk.”

You watch him nod, a soft smile on his lips as he gets up to grab your pajamas. As he digs around, you gather just enough energy to push yourself up from the bed so you can shuffle to the bathroom. Although it really doesn’t faze you, you figure it’d be better if you took your makeup off and undid your hair instead of sleeping in it all.

“You alright, darling? You disappeared on me.” Fred questions, leaning on the bathroom door frame as he watches you in the mirror.

“Mhm. Jus’ taking my makeup off, Freddie.”

“Alright, baby. I’ve got your pajamas right here when you’re ready.”

You nod, the traces of a smile on your lips as you watch Fred through the mirror as well. He takes a moment to watch you as you wipe at your eyes, but then he’s moving to stand behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re really quite beautiful, you know that?” He murmurs, his eyes still on your reflection.

Humming, you go to shake your head but he stops you before you can. Squeezing you in his arms, he turns his head to bury his face in your neck.

You can feel his breath against your skin, and for a moment it feels like he wants to kiss your neck, but he never does. Instead he turns his head to look at you in the mirror again.

“You are. Never say it because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you are.”

“You’re beautiful all dolled up like this, but you’re beautiful in sweats and a messy bun as you sit in class, too. You’re just…really pretty, darling. A pretty baby.” He sighs, meeting your eyes through the mirror, holding your gaze for a moment as you study him.

He’s never this soft and vulnerable with you, but you’re not complaining. It might make your heart race inside your chest, but you don’t mind one bit, not when this is exactly what you’ve been wanting for nearly a year now.

“The wedding’s over, you know. You don’t have to be so sweet on me, Freddie.” You mumble, not really wanting to break whatever this moment is, but you find it hard to let yourself fall into any unnecessary sweet talk in case he’s still just playing. You can’t handle getting your heart broken by your own hands.

“What if I want to be sweet on you?”

“Then I guess I can’t stop you.”

“Good, because I don’t wanna stop. Not yet.” he murmurs, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist as he watches you through the mirror.

You’re almost afraid that he can read each and every one of your emotions, but if he can, he doesn’t say anything.

“You wanna get changed now?”

“Yeah…Can you, can you undo my dress? It was such a bitch to get on.” You huff, making him chuckle as he nods, a wide smile on his face.

“‘Course, princess. Move your hair f’me.”

There’s no stopping the shiver that runs through your spine as Fred unzips your dress, carefully pushing the straps down your shoulders as you try to keep your breasts covered, having forgone a traditional bra for the day.

Fred helps you pull your sleep shirt over your head, assisting you in getting your arms through the holes as you hold your dress up. The last thing you want to do is flash Fred right now.

Within a few minutes, though, you’re out of your dress and in your pajamas, slowly trudging your way to the bed as Fred changes his clothes.

Although you and Fred shared the double bed last night, something feels different tonight as you wait for him to crawl under the covers. Maybe it’s the way he’s still acting so sweet on you, but maybe it’s your own wish to not yet stop this act. Whatever it may be, it makes your palms sweat and body jitter.

“You’re not sleeping yet? Thought you’d be passed out by now.” Fred comments as he makes his way to the bed, turning off lights as he goes.

“Were you waiting for me, princess?”

“Not really. Just trying to get comfy.” You mumble, not necessarily lying as you watch him climb into bed, pulling the covers over himself after getting comfortable.

Facing you, you watch as a little smile sits on his lips, his eyes seeming to scan your face. What he’s looking for, though - if he’s even looking for anything to begin with - is past you.

“Can I tell you something, princess?”

“Mhm.”

“I like you.” He admits, voice soft as the two of you nearly stare into each other’s eyes.

“You…like me?”

“Mhm. Have for a while.”

“Truthfully, the entire reason I offered to be your boyfriend for the weekend was so I could pretend you were mine for a day. Is that bad?” he questions, searching your eyes for any sort of answer.

“Can I tell you something?”

“‘Course, darling.”

“I like you too. Have for a while.” You murmur, smiling as you copy his words while a heat creeps up and over the apples of your cheeks.

At your admission, a smile grows on Fred’s face before he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. A small shriek leaving your body as he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead with little hesitation.

Without it being explicitly said, you know that you’re his, just as much as he is now yours. Truthfully, this is the last thing you expected of this weekend. Out of all the possibilities you pictured, not one included Fred admitting his feelings for you. Sure, it may have been a daydream, but you never thought there was a chance of it happening.

It’s a little ironic how it took a wedding for the two of you to take that first step, but maybe someday down the road you won’t simply be attending a wedding as a fake couple, but rather as bride and groom.

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