#fred weasley loves fat girls

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fred weasley thinks fat girls are the epitome of perfection and his favorite thing about our bodies is our stretch marks and stomach rolls. its true he told me this himself

[metorea]

Receiving Oral w/ HP Boys

smut below the cut!!! all characters aged up

Harry

♡ More than anything, Harry is nervous. Nervous to mess up, nervous to do poorly- just nervous. 

♡ But this doesn't stop him from trying. Quite contrary, actually, he tries very hard. 

♡ He has never gone down on anyone before, but he has …. done his research. 

♡ He's gentle and cautious at first, but the sounds you're making spur him on like nothing else 

♡ “So good, so so good. You can give me another right?” 

♡ He finds himself quickly drunk with lust, addicted to the reactions he's pulling from you 

♡ You will have to pull him off, because he's not stopping until his jaw locks up. 

Ron 

♡ Weasley's man, I'm telling you. 

♡ This is probably one of the first sexual things you guys do together, period. Just going down on each other. No risk, high reward- what could be better?

♡ He's ever done it before you, but unlike Harry, he is not nervous in the slightest. In fact he is glaringly confident 

♡ For good reason, too. 

♡ Ron is, in a word, ravenous. 

♡ He may be oblivious most of the time, but in this arena, he is not. Quite contrary, he is incredibly in tune with you. Every move you make, every sound that leaves your pretty lips, he's listening and adjusting accordingly 

♡ “Fucking hell,” Is all you'd get from him, once or twice. His mouth is too full for him to say much else. Not that you're complaining. 

Cedric 

♡ Cedric is not a huge fan of oral. He prefers to get to the main event, where you're both feeling good. But seeing how interested you are in it, he's willing to try it. 

♡ And God, is he glad that he did. 

♡ He has you lay down on your back for him while he explores slowly, moving at an agonizing pace

♡ The first time you cum, he's shocked. He'd hardly done anything at all and here you were, a mess. 

♡ It opens up a whole new world of possibilities. 

♡ He watches and enjoys as feather light touches elicit the most extreme reactions from you, taking unbelievable pleasure in the way you're so desperate for him

♡ Yeah, oral becomes a staple of your foreplay from therein. 

George 

♡ He wants this. He wants it an incredible amount. 

♡ You never have to ask. He is ready to go, constantly. 

♡ Under the desk. In a closet. On his bed. On your bed. On Fred's bed. Everywhere. 

♡ George Weasley is absolutely nothing in this world if not a munch. 

♡ And God, is he good at it. Entirely too good at it. It's almost too much, the way he devours you without inhibition. 

♡ You have to push him off when you've finally cum too much for you to handle, and simply can't keep going. Even then he'll try to persuade you to just let him help you clean up, resulting in an eventual round 10. 

♡ “Come on baby, you're okay. Hush pretty girl/boy, one more.” 

Fred

♡ Fred isn't a munch per se. He is, however, a freak. 

♡ He's always looking to try something new, something experimental. 

♡ One day, an idea occurs to him. What if he combined his two favorite things? You on top, and him making you feel good. 

♡ This lands you here, on his face 

♡ Fred LOVES it. He loves the way that he's drowning in you while you rut against him, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls you down against him. 

♡ He's looking up at you with greedy eyes while you use his mouth to get off, and he could not be more thrilled.

♡ “Y/N, I told you to sit, not hover. So fucking sit.” 

Draco 

♡ 69 sorry not sorry. 

♡ Draco is a very greedy man. He takes and gives nothing back, as has always been the case. 

♡ Luckily for you, this does not apply to sex … most of the time 

♡ He loves to have you sat on his face while you go down on him so he can feel you struggling to focus, choking on him while you shake against him. 

♡ He makes a game of it, trying to get you to finish before he does. More often than not, he wins 

♡ “Merlin, Y/N. Already? Tsk.” 

Blaise 

♡ He does it to think. I'm not kidding. 

♡ He's stressed out? You're crushing his head between your thighs. He's confused about something? You're sat on his face. 

♡ He uses you as a reassurance, taking pride in the way he can make you feel so, so good. 

♡ If he can control nothing in this world he can control how hard you're cumming on his tongue, amen.

♡ “Lay back.” He'd say, bursting into the room from what you can only assume was a long night, loosening his tie just enough for it to hang on his neck. “You know what I want prince(ss). Help me out, won't you?” 

Tom Riddle 

♡ Like most things with him, it is a ploy. A plot, to make you weak, make you pliable. 

♡ To Tom, there is no position more powerful for him than between your legs, staring up at you while you struggle to create any thoughts whatsoever. And that's exactly how he likes you; totally brainless. 

♡ Unlike the others, though, this is not about your pleasure. He is mean about it, always. More often than not, he goes down on you as a punishment, not a reward 

♡ He withholds orgasms for so long you're crying, shaking against him 

♡ And when he does let you cum, he refuses to let you stop- overstimulating you into a puddle

♡ He's a powerful wizard, he can go all night. And he does. 

♡ “What, it's too much?” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow with a sneer. “That's too bad. You aren't moving until I'm done with you.”

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Requested by: @irissfoot

[hjparisian]

christmas kiss- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem!reader w: fluff, not proofread summary: spending christmas with harry and the gang at hogwarts a/n: lil thing i whipped up, sorry its not the best. happy holidays everyone !

Christmas time at Hogwarts was one of the most gorgeous times of the year. The halls were decorated in holiday glee, Christmas trees lined the Great Hall thanks to Hagrid and the house elves. A white blanket of snow covered the grounds of the school, adding to the winter spirit.

Few students littered the halls of Hogwarts, most returning to homes to celebrate this wonderful holiday with family, but that didn't ruin the Christmas cheer.

(Y/N) (L/N) sat alone in her dorm, doing some very last minute gift wrapping. Her dormmates went home and her parents had something come up last minute which meant she would have to stay at the castle.

She didn't mind though. Especially when Harry was staying along with Hermione and the Weasleys. It was a bit exciting to be able to spend the holiday break with her friends.

(Y/N) was wrapping the last gift, which was a scarf and a broom kit for Harry. The boy had been complaining about the state of his firebolt, so (Y/N) had bought the kit to help him fix up his broom (as well as to stop the complaining). The scarf was something she knitted herself, noticing Harry's slight shiver in the colder months as he lost his Gryffindor scarf.

Harry had always been a wonderful friend to her since they started bonding in their second year. But (Y/N) would be lying if she said she just saw him as a friend. His boyish charm didn't fail to captivate her and his loyalty and kindness was something she had always admired.

Once she finished wrapping the last gift, (Y/N) gathered the rest of the gifts to bring to the Gryffindor common room. After speaking the current password to the portrait of the Fat Lady, (Y/N) spotted the trio.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" (Y/N) announced to her friends.

Hermione was the first to greet her, taking the gifts from her arms before wrapping her arms around her in a hug.

"Merry Christmas (Y/N)!"

Ron came up and greeted her in a hug as well. Harry was last to greet her, but was the best. His hugs felt like home.

"Where's Fred, George, and Ginny?" (Y/N) inquired, noticing the absence of three red heads.

"They're all outside in the snow," Ron told her. "We told them we'd meet up with them in a bit."

(Y/N) nodded. "Well, I have your guys' gifts if you'd like to open it," she said as she began handing them their respective gifts.

Ron did not hesitate to rip the wrapping paper off his, revealing sweets from Honey Dukes, a winter hat, and a poster of his favorite Chudley Cannons Players.

"This is wicked, (Y/N)!"

Hermione unwrapped her presents with care. She received a planning journal and a book of wizarding history.

"Oh, (Y/N). I love it!"

(Y/N) knew Ron and Hermione would enjoy their gifts, but she had a bit more worry on what Harry would think of his. Maybe Harry expected something more. What if he hated his gift?

Finally, Harry unwrapped his present. The corners of his lips turn upward upon seeing what he got. The sight began to put (Y/N) at ease, but her worries still consumed the back of her mind.

Harry grabbed the scarf, feeling the texture between his fingers.

"This is lovely, (Y/N). Did you make this scarf?"

The girl smiled, glad Harry enjoyed his gifts. "I did. Took a while to get it to look perfect."

"Well it look stunning. Thank you (Y/N)," Harry said to her, wrapping her in another hug.

Ron coughed, causing them to break apart. A sly smile appeared on his face.

"Hate to ruin the moment, but I think my brothers and sister are waiting for us."

"Wait, but (Y/N) hasn't opened any of our gifts," Hermione exclaimed. "Oh, but I left yours in my room."

"It's fine Hermione. I can open it later." (Y/N) reassured her. "Besides. I'm ready to go out in the snow."

The four of them went to meet the twin and Ginny out in the castle grounds, where they found them making a snowman.

"Finally," Fred said. "We've been waiting ages for you lot."

"Thought we would have to drag you here ourselves," said George.

"We didn't take that long," Ron huffed at them. "Besides you guys w-"

A snowball hit Ron in the face, stopping his sentence. He wiped the snow off his face, revealing his now slightly red face.

"Oi! What gives?" He said before another snowball hit his shoulder.

"How about less talking," George began.

"And more snowball fighting," Fred said before he and George ran from Ron.

Ron groaned. "Oh alright. Come on guys."

Hermione shook her head. "You guys can go ahead. I'll help Ginny with her snowman."

"Suit yourself," said Ron. "Let's go Harry, (Y/N)."

Ron, Harry and (Y/N) joined Fred and George on their snowball fight. The twins mainly threw at Ron since they thought it was funny, but didn't fail to make an aim at each other or (Y/N) and Harry.

(Y/N) had caught up to Harry, who stood back watching as Fred and George used their wands to cast a pile of snow onto Ron, who began to spit curses at them while digging his way out to chase after them.

"So how has your break been," Harry asked the girl.

"It's been good," she told him. "It's a bit sad I can't celebrate Christmas with my parents, but at least I'm celebrating with you."

Harry flushed a bit. "I'm glad to be celebrating with you too."

"So," (Y/N) began. "Do you really like the scarf?"

Harry nodded. "I love it. I can't believe you made it for me."

"I'd do anything for you, Harry," She said truthfully.

"Anything?"

(Y/N) nodded, feeling her face flush. "Of course. You mean the world to me, you always help me with anything so why wouldn't I do the same?"

"Then you wouldn't mind giving me a kiss?"

(Y/N) was taken back by Harry's words.

"A kiss?"

Harry nodded his head, suddenly feeling shy despite his bold words.

"A kiss. But only if you want to," he quickly said. "It's fine if you don't, we can just forget I even asked. Honestly it's probably silly for me to-"

Harry's tangent was cut off by a pair of soft lips on his. He was a bit shocked by it, not expecting it. He gave in, kissing the girl back.

Unfortunate for him, (Y/N) was the first to pull back, the warmth of her lips leaving his. The two stood in brief silence, staring into each other bright eyes.

"That was."

"Nice," (Y/N) said. "Really nice."

"Yeah, really nice," Harry agreed.

"So, does this mean you like me?" (Y/N) asked. Her heartbeat was racing and it felt like the snowflakes around them were floating in her stomach. This was either going to go good or bad.

"Depends. Do you like me?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) responded. "I do."

"I like you too, (Y/N). Like you for a while actually," the boy admitted.

"Me too." The girl felt herself smiling.

Clapping sounds distracted the two as they turned to see the twins, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, all with grins on their faces.

"Finally," Ron said to them. "I thought you guys were never going to tell each other."

"Thought we were going to have to do something about it, you know maybe a love potion." said Fred.

"Fred!" Hermione scolded him.

(Y/N) laughed a little. "Well I think I'm ready to head back in. Hot chocolate anyone?"

Everyone agreed and began to head back inside the castle. Harry and (Y/N) were at the ending trailing behind everyone, enjoying each others presence. Harry gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Christmas, (Y/N)."

"Happy Christmas, Harry."

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

No Matter What - F.Weasley

Summary: Y/N is finally meeting Fred’s parents and his eldest brothers for the holidays. She’s nervous but Fred assures her that he would love her no matter what.

Word Count: 1507

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, nervousness, Fem!Reader, non specific house, betting

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Author's Note: This is my first day of trying once again to post 25 fics leading up to Christmas! I have a few days done in advance already. I will be posting at least 2 fics per character on my masterlists. I hope you enjoy!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

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Y/N and Fred had been together for nearly a year. They had started dating right after New Years. For this Christmas, instead of spending the holiday at Hogwarts, Fred had invited her to the Burrow for Christmas, which she agreed to happily. However this would be the first time she had met his parents, Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Wealsley boys coming home for the holidays. She already knew George, Ginny, Ron and Percy through school but meeting the parents of the Weasley clan was something that made her nervous.

It was officially the first day of break, she was packed and ready to go, waiting by the Fat Lady’s painting for Fred and the rest of the Weasley’s, the first one to exit the portrait was George and right behind him was Fred. “You ready to go love?” Fred asked her with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m ready, let’s go boys,” She replied, matching her boyfriend’s smile. Fred was blissfully unaware of how nervous she was, he was just excited to go home to see the rest of his family, sure he had a majority of them at Hogwarts but he missed his parents dearly. He linked arms with his girlfriend who had linked arms with his twin as the three of them pranced their way to the exit of Hogwarts. 

Once they were on the train, then Fred finally took notice of how nervous his girlfriend actually was. “Why are you so nervous? I told you everyone is going to love you!”

“I know but I can’t help it. What if your mum doesn’t like me? Or your dad?” She asked, concern lacing her voice. Fred grabbed her hand and squeezed it, looking right in her eye.

“They will love you, I promise. Have I ever lied to you? Like ever?” Fred asked, she shook her head no, “So why would I lie about this? Mum and dad will love you. No question about it. George, a little backup here?” George perked up and looked right at his brother’s girlfriend, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Oh no, I entirely disagree. I think mum will claim her as her own child, another daughter. You know how much she loves having a single girl in the house, now imagine her with another girl in the house that loves her son just as much as she does,” George said, Y/N giggling slightly, the twins doing fantastic at their job to make her feel better.

“Thank you Freddie and Georgie. I appreciate it a lot.”

She was calm for the rest of the ride, the nervous feeling only returning once they flooed into the Burrow. She was right after George to get to the Burrow, Fred and the other’s right behind her. 

“My children are home! Hello my darlings! I’ve missed you!” Molly exclaimed from the kitchen, her voice getting louder until she had reached the fireplace. “You must be Y/N! Oh you are gorgeous, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Molly pulled the girl in for a hug which surprised her, she was stunned for a moment until she finally remembered to hug the woman back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too Mrs. Weasley. Freddie wouldn’t shut up about coming home to your cooking. He always says the house elves have nothing on you,” Y/N replied.

“Oh dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old.”

“Can I steal my girlfriend back to introduce her to dad? You’re going to suffocate her woman,” Fred joked to his mother. Molly let go of the girl before quickly apologizing.

“I’m sorry dear, Fred just hasn’t stopped talking about you, I’ve been so excited to finally meet you!”

“I’ve been so excited to meet you too!”

“Okay, love, let’s go meet my father before my mum steals you for the rest of the holiday,” Fred grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and led her to the back yard where Arthur was tinkering with some muggle objects. “Dad, this is my girlfriend Y/N, love, this is my father.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Weasley, Freddie has told me loads about you,” She said with a smile.

“He’s said loads about you too! He told me you’re a half-blood, can you tell me what it’s like to have a muggle parent?” Arthur replied.

“Dad-”

“No, it’s fine Fred, I enjoy talking about my life as a half-blood, I got the best of both worlds really. I got to experience things as a witch but also as a muggle,” She explained to the man. Arthur continued to ask the girl questions, Fred eventually leaving the two of them to talk about the muggle world so he can go catch up with his mother.

“Where’s Y/N, dear?” Molly asked her son.

“Lost her to dad. They’re talking about muggles.” Fred replied.

“I had a feeling that would happen. You’ve got a good one Fred. That’s a keeper she is.”

Fred and Molly took the time to catch up, Fred telling her about school and Molly telling him about new things that she had done while her children had been away. They took their sweet time catching up until dinner was ready, Molly tasking Fred to call in Arthur and Y/N, so he went outside where he saw the two who had just met hugging, his father treating his girlfriend as one of his own. It made Fred’s heart warm to see it.

“Mum said dinner is ready,” Fred was apprehensive to interrupt but was glad he did deep down because he could finally steal his girlfriend back. Arthur was the first to let go of the girl and happily went into the house, Y/N meeting Fred halfway so they could walk into the house together. “I see that you and dad get on well.”

“Yeah, he’s a delight Freddie! He reminds me of you a little bit. You both get very passionate when you talk about things you love or have an interest in. Your eyes light up and you can talk for days about whatever it is. You two have that in common,” She smiled as they walked towards the house.

“See, I told you, there was no reason to be nervous. I do owe George a galleon now though.”

“What? Why? What did you two bet on this time?”

“I said mum would be the one to steal you but Georgie said dad would. George was right.” The two of them laughed about the bet as they entered the house and sat at the dinner table. 

Dinner went well, the Weasley’s that didn’t know Y/N got to know her and what she had liked. She had learned some new embarrassing stories about the twins as the conversation went on. And then, Molly pulled out the photo albums much to all of the Weasley children’s dismay. Y/N, Herminone and Harry, however, thoroughly enjoyed seeing pictures of their significant others as children, it gave them perfect ammunition to use against them if needed. 

Molly stayed up with the girl for a while finally getting the time to talk to her one on one to get to know her and her intentions with dating one of her sons. Y/N assured Molly that Fred was the love of her life; that there was nothing to be worried about when they were at Hogwarts because she would be there for Fred, no matter what. Molly felt lighter hearing this but she felt even better as she went on about her other children that were attending Hogwarts as well.

“Mrs. Weasley, I promise you that I will look after and care for Ginny, George and Fred when they’re away from you. They’re my family too and I care about them a lot. They mean the world to me,” Y/N assured the woman next to her. The woman pulled the girl into a tight hug as a thank you before sending her off to bed once she realized the time. She went up to the twins’ room and climbed right into Fred’s bed where he was already half asleep.

“Have a good talk with mum?” Fred asked her sleepily.

“A really good talk. I’ll tell you about it in the morning,” She replied as she was getting under the covers with him. As soon as she was under the covers, he pulled her into his side and dropped a lazy kiss to the top of her head. 

“Night, I love you.”

“I love you too Freddie. Good night.”

She had never felt so welcomed by another family before, she already felt like she was a part of the Weasley family. She knew that the family would always hold a special place in her heart no matter what happened. Fred was happy that she was quick to become part of the family, that she was quick to care for his family. He knew that he would never let her go, no matter what.

[vanishingcherry]

Hi!🪄

Can you do a story where the readers is a chubby girl and Harry's siblings and between her and Fred there is something going on (only Fred confessed his feelings).

The reader doesn't believe that Fred feelings are real because he used to make fun of her with George.

Harry and Hermione (as reader best friend) decide to help Fred to make you understand that his feelings are true ( Harry give him some advise on how have your attention: your favorite book, favorite flower, what you like to do on the weekend etc.). Hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?

The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it

i mean it

words: 1.4k

a/n: i have no experience and hence wasn’t sure how to write a chubby girl, i tried my best. please do tell me if i’ve written something wrong so that i can change it. 

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Finding out that you, just like your brother, were also magical, was one of the best moments of your life. The one year in which Harry was at Hogwarts and you were at home was torture, the Dursleys giving you extra chores, forcing you to do everything around the house in an attempt to get you energetic. 

“You’re always so lazy. Get up and do something on your own for once, would you?”, your aunt berated one day when you sat down for a minute after trimming the bushes outside. 

However, the next summer when you got your letter, they calmed down, knowing that they couldn't stop you from going. You got sorted into Gryffindor and immediately did your best to become friends with everyone. However, to your dismay, a lot of people didn’t really want to become friends with you. 

Sometimes, you would hear them talking while you took a shower.

“She’s so fat, it looks weird she would be much prettier if she exercised a bit.”

“Yeah, or maybe if she went on a diet. My cousin went on one and...”

Most of the time, you tried to block it out, trying to stay optimistic. You figured that it would jut take some time, but you would fit in, sooner or later. 

Meanwhile, you became best friends with Hermione Granger, who Harry introduced you to. She was great, always helping you with schoolwork and the two of you loved spending time with each other. You mainly hung out with Harry’s friends, who didn’t mind having you around and definitely didn’t tease you, so having another girl in a group was life saving.

Ron, however, wasn’t exactly your favourite. Not because he was bad or anything, but because of his brothers. Fred and George, the troublesome twins that just never seemed to leave you alone. They made all the teasing worse, spreading rumours about how you tried losing weight but couldn’t, or how You-Know-Who cursed you as well, so you would be chubby forever.

You absolutely despised the two of them, hating how everyone laughed at your face when you saw them whispering to each other in the common room. You would find yourself crying in your dorm after lights out, hating the way they and everyone else made you feel. Soon enough, you did start dieting, or tried to at least. 

You would skip one meal a day, instead taking a walk outside. Hermione and Harry realised almost immediately, and started escorting you to meals, making sure one of them was always next to you, making sure you ate enough. You appreciated the effort, of course, but sometimes you wished they hadn’t realised. 

A couple days later, you accidentally walk up the boys dorm while reading a book and hear some shouting. Looking up, you see the door open. Ron and Harry are shouting at Fred and George, who look solemn.

“Are you bloody mad? She already feels like shit, you don’t need to add to it.” You hear Ron’s voice yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum raised us better than this.”

Harry was stood to the side, adding points in between, slightly conflicted as the Weasleys had been nothing but nice to him. “Look guys, I and Y/N would appreciate it if you just stopped. It’s hurting her and me.”

Fred looked to the side and saw you. Making eye contact, you leave, running to your dorm, avoiding all four of the boys for the next few days. 

Eventually, they apologize and you accept it.

---

For the next few years, you kept distance from them, and they from you. Occasionally you would run into each other when you stayed over at the Burrow, but other than that, they stopped troubling you and you didn’t say much to them.

One night when you were back at Hogwarts, you were coming back from a late night study session in the library when Fred took ahold of your arm. 

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you?” His voice was unsure, nervous. 

Frowning, you replied. “Yeah, is something wrong?”

“No uh, look I- I wasn’t sure how to do this so um- I like you.”

Taken aback, you double check to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. When he repeats what he said, you can’t help but start laughing. 

“You’re not being serious. Look, if this is some sort of elaborate joke, it’s not working Fred.” You head back to your dorms, leaving Fred standing there in the middle of the hallway, a shocked look on his face. 

He realises that you didn’t trust him anymore, not after the way he treated you. Honestly, he didn’t blame you. He was downright stupid for treating you like that, and he really did regret it. At that moment, he decided that he would do everything he could to make you like him.

Over the next few weeks, unbeknownst to you, he was constantly cornering Harry and Hermione, asking them what all you liked in order to gain your attention. At first the both of them were confused, wary at his sudden interest in you. But, after he confessed to them the reason behind his endeavours, they were more than happy to help. 

Harry would tell him funny stories from your childhood, while Hermione would share with him your favourite books and things you did over the weekend.

Following that, you would often enter the common room to find Fred on one of the couches, lounging as he read some of the books you liked. It was a surprise every week as he picked up a new one. One day, you decided to go over to him.

“Nice book?”, you asked. 

“Yup! This bit’s actually really interesting.” Fred tilts the book towards you, so that you can read what chapter he’s on.

“Hmm.”

He scoots over and pats the space next to him, inviting you to read with him. Taking a quick glance at the clock, you figured you could take a break for a while before going back to studying, and sat down next to Fred. It became a habit, every day the two of you would read a chapter together before you went your separate ways. It soon became his and your favourite part of the day. 

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”, Fred asked one night. “We can go to Honeydukes, i’ve been wanting some Peppermint Toads.” He had remembered a conversation with Hermione in which she revealed to him your favourite candy. 

“You like Peppermint Toads? Huh. I always put you up as a Fizzing Whizzbees type of guy.”

Fred scratched behind his neck as he awkwardly chuckled. “No, I like Peppermint Toads quite a bit. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll pay.”

Giving a small smile, you accept. 

---

You and Fred got extremely close over the next few months, and you found yourself developing a small crush on him. However, you were still hesitant, remembering the way he treated you when you were younger. 

A few days later it was Valentine’s Day, and Fred figured it was the perfect day to try again.

He walked up to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and handed them to you with a shy smile, cheeks and ears bright red. 

“Thank you? Happy Valentine’s to you too Fred.”

“I like you. I meant what I said last term. I really did mean it, I swear.”

You sigh, not sure how to reply. “Fred, look, I like you too, I do. But I just-”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I-”

“I know what I did Y/N, and I am so, so, so sorry. I was stupid and young and I meant it when I apologized. Look, I get that you might not want to go into this, but I just need one chance. I promise I’ve changed.”

You stay silent for a second, thinking of whether or not you should give him the chance. He really did seem to have changed, and he had been really nice to you. Plus, the part of you that crushed on him was going crazy right now. 

“Okay, yeah!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” You look your arm through his, the other still holding the flowers, as you head to great hall. 

“Wait uh, how did you know that this was my favourite flower? And come to think of it, you’ve been really interested in my favourite things recently.”

“Oh, um, Harry and Hermione sorta helped, y’know like told me what all you liked.”

“They did huh?”

---

a/n: i wasn’t sure how to end it, so sorry about that.

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Story type: Fred Weasley x fem*reader enemies to lovers

Summary: Fred is always being mean to

y/n. At the ed it is a love story looool.

Warnings: SMUT / NSFW, swearing, shouting,harm, bullieng, homophopia, selfharm, depressions

Word count: around 2470

"Y/n, darling, how ya doing?" Ask's the Redhead fred. A short "Shut it weasley" leaves your mouth while walking over to the coutch of the griffendor common room. You sit down beside the other twin. George. He has been you best friend since the first year. "Whats up pretty women?" He ask's. A big smile spreads over your face.

"Nothing" you awnser shortly. "How has your date been yesterday? Did cedric treat you well, hun?" He wonders. Fred looks over to you both. "It was grea-" as you were about to tell george, how it went, the onther twins shouts from the other side of the room. "A date? Who would date an ugly brat as you?" He laughs while looking at you. "I- i think i'll leave now.... we'll talk later george" you stood up and left in silence.

George looks at fred with angry eyes. "Really? You are such an idiot" he shouts while fred leaves with a smirk on his face.

As youre sitting in class, the pretty boy from yesterday appears behind you. "Hey pretty lady" he whispers into your ear as he sits down beside you. You feel your cheeks warm up and a smile spreads over you face. "Hey pretty boy" you say happily.

A few minutes after the class has started, you feel that something has been thrown at the back of your head. A paperknoil. You picked it up. It seem lile someone had wrote somthing onto it. "Mh.." you whisper as you unfold it. ~pretty girl? Never. He'll use you anyways.~

Your heart stops. This made you feel so bad. You turn around just to see him amirking at you. Fred. It was fred. You wish you could just kick that smirk out of his face. You feel tears building up in your eyes. Without asking you storm out of the classroom. You didnt care about anyone, not even cedric.

"Y/n, darling, wait." you hear cedric shouting. You wait. Not facing him. He hugs you from behind. "i read it. Dont care about them. You are the prettiest girl on earth." He smiles. You turn around. Facing him. He wipes away ypur tears.

One week went flying. After class cedring asks you to study with him in the hufflepuff common room and you agreed.

He smiles. "See you at 5?" He asks again. You agreed and went to the griffendor tower. "What is that smile for?" The fat lady asks. "There is that one boy-" you tried to explain and she starts talking. "Ahh... young love... anyways. Come in." There she goes. Opening the etrace to the griffendor tower.

A few hours later you are walking down the stairs. "How do i look georgie?" You ask happily. " what ist that a pj? Your going on a date in pj's or what?" Fred laughs at you. "I didnt ask you about you opinion!" You storm off into your droom. "Great." George replies. Before heading into you room, grabbing your favorite sweatshirt and you fav jeans and handing them to you.

Studing with cedric was great. He insisted to bring you back to the griffendor tower, but you shook it off, it wasnt far. "Good night then, pretty girl" he says, kissing your cheek. "Good night" a little smile leaves you face. As you were waling through the coridors you saw daniel and his "friends", stupid motherfuckers, picking on george.

Since george came out as bi-sexuel, the slytherin boys kept picking on him. "HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!" You ran over to geroge. "stupid mudblood!" Daniel grabed you by your arm and pushed you to the ground. You tried to defend your self, but he was to strong. You were looking over do george, who was held by two boys, and one punching george. "George!" You screamed, not caring about your own pain.

Suddently you felt someone pulling daniel off of you. It was fred. You ran over, helping george while fred was punching daniel. The boys ran away. "Fred stop! Thats enough!" You screamed. Fred let go of daniel and he quickly ran away, gollowing those pussys of friends.

You are sitting on the ground. Sobbing. Holding georges face. "Y-you take his arms, i take his legs" you said crying. As you both dragged george into his and fred droom, you started taking care about georges wounds. "I-it was my f-fault."

You said quietly. "It's not all about you y/n! You are so selfcentered!" Fred shouted. "Fuck you!" You stood up wanting to leave. "could you atleast take care about my hands?" You sat down, taking his and in yours, wiping his bloody hand with alcohol wipes.

"Quiet." You say. "Make sure georgie takes those pills when he wakes up. They'll help him heal faster." You stood up and left. Three weeks passed and cedric asked you to become his girlfriend. You said yes. It was all perfect. The last tuniere came and cedric had to stay one hour under water. You met his father. Time was ticking. The onlyones who were left were cedric and harry. A few minutes passed till you saw harry dragging cedrics dead body out of the water. You and his father ran over to him. You held him. Screaming. Crying. Sobbing. George came and pulled you away.

He took you to your room, letting you place your head on his lap. Crying. Fred entered the room. "You werent at dinner... i safed you some of your favorites." He placed some food y/f/f and some tea on the nightstand next to your bed and stood in you room silent.

(Y/f/f= your favorite food)

"Gosh, y/n stop crying already! He is dead, wow! Shit happens! A lot of people die, sometimes you know and love them, sometimes you dont!" You looked at fred, stood up and slapped him right through his face. You stormed off. You went for a walk. You sat down near by the forbidden woods. Suddetly you felt someone grabbing you. Placing one hand on your mouth and pulling you into the woods.

You were screaming. You never felt that kind of pain. No one heard you. You saw daniel and his group, A knife and a lot of blood. Your arm hurt. Your back hurt. And your stomache hurt. Blood. Everywhere. They left. Left you alone. Dying. Or some kind of shit.

Two day passed and no one heard of you. The corridors where filled with studens, when hagrid carried a half dead body through the people. Right to the hospital wing. Mrs. Pomfrey took care of you. Soon you'll be fine. When you woke up, you said nothing, just laying there and staring at the ceiling. Still traumatized. George sitting next to you, holding your hand. "It hurts..." you whispered. "I know." George said. A few day later you left the hospital wing.

Dubledore expelled the boys from school. You still felt unsfe. You have spend a lot of time with george. But you haven't smiled since that one day. Two weeks till the school year ends. "You wanna spend the time at our place again?" George asked. "Mhm.." you noded, leaning against george. " how do you feel georgie?" You ask quietly. "Good... how do you feel my love?" He ask. "Better..." you said. Fred sat across the room, Watching you both. "I want to be happy again. I want to live my life." You said and you voice cracked. George nods.

"Its time for bed now... i'll bring you to bed." You both stood up and left. "Good night fred..." you said. He didn't reply. George headed back into his and freds droom. Both of the boys were laying in their beds.

"Freddie..." george broke the silence.

"George..." fred said. "The things they have done to her..." he swallowed. "Mudblood-" he swallowed again. "-And die... kill... all over her body... she will keep those scars forever..." fred sat up. "What do you mean?" Fred ask. "they carved it into her body." George said. "W-what?" Fred replied. " she hates her self even more than she did before..." george said. "She hated herself because of me." Fred said. "Yes." Said george.

The next day, the boys entered the common room to find y/n sitting on the couch. Fred immediately went over to the couch. Hugging you. You did nothing. "I am sorry y/n/n" he whispers. "I know..." you say. George sat down on the other side. "I'm sorry too fred-" befor you could finish, He replied with a "i know".

"Georgie, could you leave us alone for a sec?" Fred ask. George noded and left.

"I want to explain..." he said. You nod. "I am so sorry.. i didnt mean to say all those thing to you. I just could stand you crying over other boys. I could stand you laughing at other boys jokes. I couldnt stand seeing you lauging with other boys, because they werent me."

You looked at him. "You are in love with me, arent you?" He is just nodding. He looks down to the ground. "Always been" he admit. "I never hated you either." You said. " i really liked you..." you admit. "Mhm... me too... but you dont like me anymore, right?". He ask. You shrug. "well... lets find out." He suddently pressed his lips onto yours. You didnt pull back. It was incedible. His lips were soft and his kiss was full of energy and adrenaline.

After minutes of kissing you break the kiss.

"WOHAAA FRED!" George shouted. Fred started to blush while you were giggeling. Laughing for the first time. The two boy were looking at you. Both huged you tightly.

The last two weeks flew by and you guys finally reached the home of the weasleys. Molly weasley was more than happy to see you again. She hugged you tightly.

That one day, everyone but you and fred, left for a trip. You and fred were cuddeling and kissing till something happened. You both wanted more, but as soon as fred wanted to pull your t-shirt over your head you pulled back. "S-sorry... i-i cant..." you said looking away. Not facing fred. "Its okay darling... george told me about it. I know what you are thinking of yourself, but you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen. You are more than perfect. Even if you gave scars, i dont care, if you want, i'll kiss every single on of them. Those scars are empty words. You are the prettiest human. I love you y/n!"

You looked at him. Shocked. Tears filled you eyes. You hugged him tight. Not letting go of him. "Thank you freddie..." you kissed his cheek. "Now stop crying my love" he kisses your forhead.

*START OF SMUT / NSFW*

Suddently you pull up your shirt. Revealing your black bra. Fred couldnt stop staring." Dear merlin, i hope that is a set!" He pulled of his shirt as well. Unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. "No way my dreams are comming true!" He stares at you black string and then looking up again. Seeing, or better hearing you giggle made him feel happy too. You felt comforttable now. He pulled down his jeans as well.

You inhale deep as he unclips your bra.

"Fuck... so pretty" he said. As he told you so, he kissed every single scar. Whe he reached the bottom. Where you string starts, he looked up to you, to make sure, that he is allowed to. As you nod, he pulls your string aside. Kissing your hot spot, then slowly licking over your slit. As you let out a moan, he looks up to you. "Fuck. This is going to be fun." He chuckled cause of your giggle and continiued licking and teasing you. As he felt you getting close, hes stops.

Your breathing was heavily already. "Come on man!" You said frustrated. "Shhh. I want you to cum all over my cock" he said with a smirk on his face, pulling down his boxers.

He slides of your string and throws it across the room. He pulls you down to the edge of the bed. "Fuck." You whispered at the moment you saw his length. "You like it, huh?" He asks. You nod. He starts pushing the tip into you. Teasing you to let out a soft moan. Then he sholves his whole length into your hot spot. You feel the heat comming up.

"Faster!" You scream, scratching his back. He does as he was told. "Freddie!" As soon as you screamed his name, he let go a loud growl. "Merlin! I'm gonna cum fred!" You screamed as he slamms his length into you. "Wait my love.." he pulls out and turns you around, that you are laying on your stomache now, before sliding in again.

"Oh god! FREDDIE!" You are cumming hard and rough. Fred followed you. He pulled you and slid of the condom full of his hot, sticky juce. "Gosh y/n!" He kisses you.

You kiss him back, you keep grinding against his body, kissing his neck and chest. Youre kissing his whole body, stopping before you reached the place he wanted your kisses the most. "By merlins beard, y/n!". He takes a deep breath. You start sucking on his hard cock. "Could you take it all?" He ask moaning. You try your best, but fail. "Let me help you... first relex." You relex. "Good girl. Now open your mouth..." you do so. He slowly grinds his hip forward. "Good girl. Halfway in." He continiues doing it. Your eyes are shut.

"Just a bit... yeah... yeah...." he groans loudly. his full lenght in your mouth now. A tear escaping your eyes. His balls pressed against your lips. He slowly pulls out, but emediantly slamming back inside. Feeling you gag on his dick made him moan. He repeats a few times before pulling out. Cumming in your mouth. "Good girl." You both were out of breath. He pulls you up, kissing you. He is hugging you tight, looking at you, strocking your arm.

*END OF SMUT / NSFW*

A few hours after, the weasley came back and you all had dinner. Everything was perfect. You and fred. Everything. You had a family now. You loved everyone.

This is my first story on tumblr. And english is not my mother language.... i hope you liked it :)

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SafeHouse || Four

Previous

"Keira? what the bloody hell are you doing here?" My brother, Ron asked me as he and Hermione met me in the quidditch stands for the Gryffindors practise

"same as you Ronald, watching their practise" I said as if it was obvious

"But you hate the cold, and the outside, and Quidditch"

"Oh, Ronald, people can change you know, besides I seem to really enjoy it now" I huffed and folded my arms across my chest

"More like enjoying the sight of Oliver Wood" Hermione teased

"What?! Keira! He's four years older than you"

"Is that a Slytherin?" There was my sweet Scottish man "You're gonna have ta leave" He flew up to where we were sat, waving at me to shoo off

"Me?! I'm just here to watch the same as these two" I furrowed my eyebrows

"Sorry, Weasley, I cant be having other teams watching my practises, who knows who you could be telling"

"but I- ugh fine, your not even that cute anyway" I rolled my eyes as I stood up and brushed myself off and headed back to ground

"What did she-

"Just ignore her" I could hear my brothers eye roll from here

"Bye Keira, ta ta" My other Brothers, Fred and George waved at me, both with matching grins as i stomped back to the castle.

                                  •

"Hey, GinGin!" I greeted my little sister in a sing song tone

"Keira" she smiled back at me

"What do you know about Wood?" I asked her as I squished myself up next to her on the Gryffindor table at lunch.

"Well, He's the Gryffindors quidditch team captain, he's four years older than you-

"why does everyone keep mentioning that" I cut her off

"and its his final year"

"wait!" I stopped her

"What?"

"I'm fourteen in march, so he wont be that much older than me, when's his birthday?!" i wiggled my eyebrows

"I dont know, Keira go ask Percy, they are in the same year" she rolled her eyes

"Brilliant, thanks Gin" i kissed her head, her trying to get out of my hold, and rushed off to find my oldest brother at Hogwarts.

"Jesus Christ Percy, where the bloody hell are you?" I sighed as I walked out the library

I had searched everywhere, the Great Hall, the library, the stairs and in front of the fat lady portrait. I had no idea where he might be.

Feeling defeated, I was on my way to the dungeons, feeling sweaty, wanting a lie down and relax.

As I turned the corner I caught sight of him, lip locking with some Ravenclaw girl, wait I remember Ginny briefly mentioning her in the catch up of the last few years I missed, her name was something murkyocean, nah that wasn't right, oh well, Percy looked pretty busy for the moment so I decided to just let the whole thing go and accept defeat.

"Miss Weasley, what are you doing?"

"Professor Dumbledore?! what are you doing sneaking up on people?!"

"I beg your pardon, Miss Weasley, but as the headmaster of the school I was making my rounds when I saw you hiding behind the corner, is there something suspicious happening on the other side?" He asked me as I froze up over what I just did and he leaned over the corner a bit to try and see, but was met with nothing as Percy and cleansea had already disappeared.

                                   •

"What?! you really said that to Dumbledore?!" Hermione gasped,Her, Ron and I were currently walking back from Hogsmeade for the first time, sadly Harry couldn't come as he had no one to sign his permission slips, I offered to forge a signature, as well as Fred and George but he wasn't having it.

"What do you expect, he's the one who jumped out on me, who does that to someone" I rolled my eyes

"I feel bad for Harry" Ron sighed "He would love it here"

"yeah, well at least we got him a bunch of his favourite sweets from honeydukes to cheer him up" I smiled and shook the bag

"Oh, and Keira, you were only joking when you said you were gonna kiss Harry, right?"

"Yeah? why" I asked Ron, dragging out the y

"phew, its just that the bloody git hasn't shut up about you since, and frankly, its annoying hearing your name all the time" Ron rolled his eyes

"Gee thanks Ronald"

"you know she's in love with Oliver right" Hermione giggled

"I am not!" I protested "I just wanna get married and have his babies" I laughed until Ron smacked my arm with the back of his hand, giving me a death glare

"Thats not funny!" he narrowed his eyebrows

"you do realise that one day we are both going to find someone, right? and instead of being bossy and annoying such as yourself, I will accept Hermione with loving arms" I shrugged my shoulders, Hermione choked on her saliva and Ron froze up

"I- what- no, me and Ron- Never-

"I would never, how could- thats rubbish-" they both stuttered at the same time

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone, shall I?"

"Wait, Keira no! You can stay, don't go" Hermione called after me but I was already heading up to the castle.

When I entered the Slytherin common room after dinner, I was pleasantly surprised to find it empty, apart from a small group of first years playing wizards chess in the corner. It actually gave me a chance to have a proper look around the room for the first time, and examine the extravagant details, apart from it being bloody freezing and the lurking rumour of evilness shadowing the room, it was quite lovely.

Seizing the opportunity, I decided to grab my divination book and do some reading, I was with Hermione on the subject being a pile of nonsense but never the less, I wanted to pass my classes.

I had been reading for over ten minutes, making notes in the margins along the pages until an insufferable git had interrupted me.

"Well well well, what a rare sighting, Weasley is actually spending time in her own house" I could Hear Malfoys mocking tone leaning over me "How very peculiar to see her not with her dim witted brother, scarface and the MudBl-

"Finish that sentence Malfoy, and I will make you regret it" I threatened, our faces only inches apart as I held my wand up to his throat, my other hand clutching his jumper

His friends watched, waiting on Malfoy to call them to take care of me, but before they could jump in, one of our prefects had barged through the room, eyeing us suspiciously before making an announcement to the students, that I hadn't even realised started filling the room

"Everyone must head to the Great Hall immediately" He told us

"Whats happened?" A Forth year asked

"I dont know, we just got told to tell everyone to head to the Great Hall, so come on, hurry up" He ushered us

I reluctantly lowed my wand, letting go of my grip on Malfoy, and following the other students out of the dungeons

Walking into the Great hall, I searched all across the sea of students, looking for a head full of red hair, Fred and George were the first to catch my attention and I bounded for them

"Guys!" I grabbed their attention and they spun in sync to greet me

"Keira!" Fred cheered as I looped both my arms around each of their necks and bringing them into a hug

"Are you guys okay, is anyone hurt?!" I asked them

"Calm down, will ya, everyone's okay" George grinned

"Except the fat lady, she's spooked"

"Serves her right, she was a shit singer"

"Wheres the others?" I brought their attention back to me and out of their conversation

"You really think that we know where everyone is"

"what their doing "

"every minute"

"of everyday?" They both exchanged knowing looks with one another, as if they were hiding a secret

"don't be stupid Keira" George patted my head

"but turn around" Fred said as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, seeing Ron talking with Harry and Hermione, Ginny with some of her friends, gossiping about the situation most likely and then Percy, making note of all the Gryffindors he could see.

"Your welcome!" George shouted after me as I went towards the trio

"You all okay?" I asked them

"Keira!" Hermione greeted me with a smile "are you okay?"

"I just asked you that" I laughed

"They think Blacks in the castle" Ron paled, just thinking about it

"yeah, i know" I rolled my eyes "Harry, how are you?" I asked the boy who looked to be stuck in his own thoughts, my voice breaking him out of his trance

"Hm?, what? oh right yeah, I'm okay, glad no ones hurt" He blushed

"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle"Professor Dumbledore announced, cutting off all conversations "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the Hall and i am leaving the Head boy and girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately" he added, to my brother Percy "send word with one of the ghosts"

Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the Hall "Oh, yes, you'll be needing ..."

with a wave of his wand, the long tables flew to the edges of the hall and stood themselves against the walls, another wave and the floor was covered with hundreds of squishy purple sleeping bags.

"sleep well" he waved his hand, walking out the door.

Conversations broke out instantly, The Gryffindors excitedly rushing to tell the other houses what had happened, and my poor older brother trying to get everyone to behave and to their sleeping bags.

"C'mon" Ron said to us, we seized four sleeping bags, dragging them to a lonely corner.

"So what actually happened to the fat lady?" I asked them "Fred and George said she was spooked"

"When we went up there, a crowd was stood outside, Ron guessed Neville had forgotten the password-

Which I didn't, by the way!"  Neville cut Hermione off from a distance away from us, causing Hermione to lower her voice so no one could hear our conversation

"Anyway, Thats when we noticed that the fat lady was missing, and there were deep cuts all down the painting, she claims it was him" Hermione whispered

"Do you think Blacks still in the castle?" I asked them, anxiously.

"Dumbledore obviously thinks he might be" Ron replied

"Its very lucky he picked tonight, you know" Hermione told us as we crawled inside the sleeping bags, propping ourselves up on our elbows, I cringed at the feeling of my jeans in the sleeping bag. "The one night we weren't in the tower ..."

"I reckon he's lost track of time, being on the run" Ron shrugged

"Makes sense, didn't realise it was Halloween. Otherwise he would have come bursting in here" I finished his thought, Hermione shuddering at the idea.

Conversations broke out about how Sirius Black could have possibly broke in, eventually Hermione had shut them down with facts from Hogwarts, a History, and logic, I zoned out at the chaotic conversations, my focus on Harry, and how he had sat in silence this whole time.

I nudged his arm, grabbing his attention before I spoke "Are you sure you're okay? Its fine if you're not, given whats going on"

"I'm fine" he nodded "just thinking"

"The lights are going out now!"Percy shouted "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and no more talking!"

I rolled my eyes at his orders but dropped my elbows and turned around to look upwards as the Hall fell into silence, and eventually darkness.

I had been staring at The Great Hall ceiling for quite some time now, counting the hours by how many teachers would come in to check on everything, the soft snores of sleeping students working as white noise, I was focused  on the swirling clouds until a conversation broke the blissful silence.

I could make out the faint voices of Snape and Dumbledore discussing something.

I quickly turned on my side, facing the wall, and pretended I was asleep as their footsteps drew nearer and I could make better sense out of what they were saying

"it seems - almost impossible - that Black could have entered the school without inside help. I did express my concerns when you appointed-"

"I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped Black enter it" Dumbledore cut Snape off "I must go down to the Dementors, I said i would inform them when our search was complete" As they walked off, their conversation got harder to hear, Percy joining it again until Dumbledore left, a few moments passed until eventually Snape followed after.

I opened my eyes and turned facing Harry's Green ones and Ron's matching blue ones beside him, I looked to my side to spot Hermione still awake as well. All four of us having confused faces

"What was that all about?" Ron mouthed to us.

                                  •

Sirius Black had been the only topic of discussion in the past few days at Hogwarts, and frankly I was sick of hearing the many rumours conjured up about him, mostly from the slytherins.

I hadn't seen much of my friends since spending the night with them in The Great Hall, they had been a lot more secretive and less about, and being in different houses it was a lot harder to find them.

Me being the stubborn cow that I was, I had decided I had enough of hiding away from the Slytherins, more specifically the ones in my year and that I was done staying away from them, if I felt like spending time in the common room, i bloody well would, it couldn't possibly be that hard to ignore their taunts, and who knows maybe we might all be able to get along, ha. fat chance, but My mother always said it was helpful to be hopeful, or something like that. 

So there I was for the mean time, sat on one of the leather sofa's in the Slytherin common room, working on some homework after my last class of the day, Herbology.

"You know, its quite rude to stare at people" I said to the two boys who had been sat opposite me and having a discussion for the past five minutes, their stare burning on me every few seconds, I finally looked up from my books and parchment to meet their eyes.

I had no idea what their names were, not really taking notice or caring about any of the Slytherins in my year really but I knew they were friends, or at least acquaintances with Malfoy, the only ones I knew were Malfoy of course as well as his trollish body guards, Crabbe and Goyle, and then my dorm buddies, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass.

I looked between the two boys, the first one, who I had heard talk a lot more than the second, I could tell was tall, maybe not as tall as Ron, but then again, he was sitting down, he was skinny as well, not a lot of muscle, he had chestnut brown hair that fell in light curls with a fringe that he sometimes blew out of his grey eyes.

His friend who was sat next to him, was also obviously tall with the build of a chaser, he had dark skin and high cheekbones, he was model worthy.

I noticed how they were both handsome, the dark skinned one looked at me with a frown etched on his beautiful face, as if he didn't want to be anywhere near me, how pleasant.

"I'm sorry, do I know you or something?" I asked them, suffocating under their stare

"You're Weasleys sister, right?" The lighter skinned boy asked

"Yes, as far as I am aware, and you are?" I asked, not really caring if I got an answer

"Theodore Nott, and this is Blaise Zabini" Theodore introduced him and his friend

"Okay, well you obviously already know my Last name but I'm Keira-

"Meaning little dark one" Theo said, with an suggestive smirk

"Uh, I wasn't aware of that, kinda weird that you are, anyways I think I might go before the rest of your little gang arrives, farewell" I bid them goodbye and gathered my things, but before I could leave Blaise stopped me.

"Sit down Weasley, there is a point to Notts insufferable yapping"

"I didn't ask, see ya" But this time Theodore caught my wrist

"And we don't care, now sit down and listen" He told me, his smirk had gone and a serious frown replaced it.

Snatching my wrist out of his hold I plopped back down onto the sofa and crossed my arms

"Well? I haven't got all day"

"Just a moment, He's not here yet" Blaise put up a hand

"What your master? so he can tell you what good little lap dogs you're being?" I rolled my eyes

"Shut your mouth, Blood traitor! You dont know anything" Theodore lunged for me but Blaise calmly placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him

"Awe, you guys are so cute together bleodore, Hogwarts least favourite couple" I teased

The door to the Common room opened, out of curiosity I turned around to see Malfoy, followed by Crabbe and Goyle walking in.

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head

"Whatever it is you have to say, go bother someone else with it, because I couldn't care less" I turned back around to tell Theodore and Blaise, attempting to stand up again but this time Malfoys bony hand clamped down on my shoulder

"Not so fast, Weasley, Boys I think it better if we discuss this in our dorm, without wandering ears" He suggested, but it was obvious he wasn't asking for an answer

"You guys have fun with that, im just gonna-"

"Goyle" Before Malfoy could even finish his name, the ogre had already flipped me over on his shoulder

"I'm wearing a skirt you barbarian!" I kicked

"Dont flatter yourself, Weasley, theres not a soul who would be looking" Blaise scowled, but from where I was it kinda looked like an uncomfortable smile.

I continued to slap Goyles back all the way up the stairs until the Five of the them marched through their dorm and Goyle dropped me onto the floor "Ow you oaf, that hurt!" I whined as I rubbed my back and Malfoy dismissed Him and Crabbe to their own dorm they shared with the other Slytherin boy, weird, I thought they were friends, I guess they were just his laps dogs, his big mountain troll lap dogs.

"You know, I may be new here, But boys and girls aren't allowed in the same dormitory rooms, and we're only thirte-

"Fourteen, I'm fourteen my birthday was two months ago" Theodore cut me off, the rest of us giving him a look

"Oh my, wow, see now I definitely can't be in an older boys room, how scandalous" I raised my eyebrows in a mock horror sort of way

"Shut up Wealsey, she jabbers like you Nott" Malfoy told his, friend?

"Oh sweetheart, you wound me" Theodore mocked and held his chest

"I see your busy with a lovers quarrel, I'll let you have some privacy then" I went to leave

"Don't make me cast Pertrificus totalus on you" Malfoy threatened

"oh yes, cast that on the only girl in the boys dorm, how, lovely, you know, if Pansy knows im here, she'll want my head on a pike, now who would want that, I'm sure if you asked nicely she would be happy to take my place"

"Shut it Weasley! I'm above hitting girls, but I will make an exception" Blaise threatened darkly, making me slam my jaw shut and bite my tongue.

"Now, listen."

Next

[wordofthewicked]

Switched- A Fred and George Weasley Fan Fiction

Fred and George Weasley are the most infamous duo at Hogwarts- you'll never find one without the other trailing close behind. Many people can't even tell them apart, and even fewer try to figure it out. However, there is more to the twins than meets the eye. Perhaps being two halves of the same whole isn't their choice in the first place. When a date with George's longtime crush leads to a new budding romance, chaos ensues within the Gryffindor house. This girl holds some key to George's future, but can he outrun the danger that comes with loving her?

~All characters, places, objects, and events that happen in the Harry Potter Universe are property of J.K Rowling. I own none of them. This book is purely a work of fan fiction.~

General Masterlist

Switched Masterlist (All Chapters)

Chapter Two: The News

Fred's POV:

After walking Stevie back to the Slytherin common room, I rushed towards the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Bauldersash!" I shouted, impatient to go talk to George.

"Hmmph, in a rush are we?" She hummed, crossing her arms.

"Yes! A big rush! Baulderdash!" I repeated.

"Alright alright, don't get your wand in a twist." Her frame swung open, revealing the hole behind it.

I ran straight through, ignoring the questioning stares from those who were heading off towards breakfast. I ran up the stairway on the left, shoving past Ron and Harry who were on their way down.

"Oi- watch where you're going mate!" Ron grumbled, eyes half open.

"You watch it! I've got places to be!" I called over my shoulder.

Once I reached my dormitory, I flung open the door. Lee and George were sitting on one of the beds, in a heated conversation. George hadn't bothered to get dressed, despite him having to be up for over an hour by now.

"Hiya Georgie! Interesting morning?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

"Save it. I don't even know if I want to hear what happened after we switched." He groaned.

"Listen, it was great. If she wasn't a Slytherin, I'd say she's perfect for you," I plopped down on the bed opposite of them. "You do, however, have a date with her next Saturday."

George's eyes went wide, horror flooding his features. "A date? A DATE?" He threw the pillow that was in his lap and my head, but I dodged it before it made contact.

"Why would you do that to me? You know how she makes me feel. How do you think I'm supposed to go on a date when I can barely speak to her?" George rambled.

"She's just a girl. You'll be-" I began, before George swiftly continued talking over me.

"And you know what? What if we switch? Then you'll be on a date with her. You know that we're more likely to accidentally switch when one of us is nervous. How do I explain that? And what if it goes well? And she wants to go out again? How do I explain to her that some days I'm not me, but I am me, just in a different body? She'll think I'm mental."

Lee grabbed George's shoulders and shook him gently "Merlins beard George- take a breath. Freddie did you a solid here, don't waste the opportunity.

"I have a plan for everything. I'll be nearby so that if we do switch, which we won't, we can just switch back! She won't notice anything." I ensured him, smiling brightly.

While switches happen randomly and tend to have no distance limit (albeit, we're never far away from each other), as long as we're close by, we can switch on our own accord. When taking exams- it's useful. I'm dreadful at Transfiguration, but George seems to get every spell almost immediately. Likewise, I'm much better at charms, allowing us to at least pass those classes easily.

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now get dressed- Wood wants us on the field after breakfast and I'm not about to let you make us miss food." Standing up, I headed towards the door to leave.

"You're the one who always makes us late!" George argued, climbing out of bed.

"Well I was up bright and early this morning- I even saw the sunrise!" I chortled, before shutting the door behind me and making my way back down the stairs to the common room.

~~~

Stevie's POV:

"Weasley? Really?" Blaise rolled his eyes, reaching over Draco for another croissant.

"He's really sweet! I think it'll be fun!" I reasoned.

"Talk about sleeping with the enemy." Adrien joked, shaking his head.

"It's about time you finally talked to him. I'm tired of you ogling over him during meets, instead of cheering us on." Draco sneered, picking his coffee up.

"I do not ogle! I just simply... admire. From a distance. Frequently."

"Whatever you say. I don't blame you honestly. He's quite fit and- 6'4 you said? I'd climb him like a tree too." Pansy snorted, enjoying Draco's disgusted face.

I blushed slightly before stuttering out "I'm not climbing anyone like a tree. It's just a date!"

"Mmm sure. Didn't you say the same thing about Higgs at the end of term party last year? I remember quite well trying to think of a spell to get rid of those love bites." Millicent chimed in, winking at me.

"I hate the lot of you," I stood up from the bench "I'm going back to the common room to start on McGonagall's essay. I don't know how they expect us to do well on OWLs if they're already bombarding us with homework."

"I haven't even thought about starting mine, so I could use the encouragement." Adrian got up from the table and stood beside me. "You four should enjoy how easy your fourth year is before it's over."

"I'll be sure to do just that then, as I spend the whole weekend not having anything to do." Draco smirked, raising his eyebrows proudly.

"I can't wait to watch him flounder next year." I whispered to Adrian, walking away from him.

"He's a prick- it'll definitely be amusing." He chortled back.

As we were passing through the doors of the Great Hall, I saw Fred and George turn the corner, their friend with the dreadlocks following closely behind. George looked just as good as he did earlier, an effortless appeal to him. I waved at him and smiled, meeting his eyes. He immediately waved back, sending a wink in my direction. I blushed a bit before speeding up my walking.

"Oi- you're going on a date with him but you won't even stop to talk to him?" Adrian questioned, catching up with me.

"We spent the whole morning talking on the Astronomy Tower- what's left to say?" I rationalized, my mind drifting to how close we were standing to each other. How for just a moment, when he looked at me and opened his eyes wider, I thought he might just kiss me.

"I don't understand you," he shook his head slightly "You're the most confusing girl I think I've ever met."

"Well perhaps you're meeting the wrong girls then- huh?" I retorted, taking a sharp left and descending the stairs towards the dungeons.

"I guess so." Adrian shrugged, following me down the stairs.

When we arrived at the entrance, I muttered 'wiggenweld' and the stones in the wall parted, revealing the common room just beyond. Adrian and I stepped through, looking around for other students. The room was quite empty- not unusual for a Saturday morning. Many people were still in bed.

"I have to go grab my textbook and parchment. I'll meet you back out here in a minute." I headed off towards the girl's hallway, my thoughts wandering back to George as I did.

I've had a small crush on him since my second year, though I never felt right acting on it. Aside from the fact that he was a year above me, he's also a Gryffindor and a Weasley. I highly doubt my parents would think he was fit to be friends with me, let alone take me on a date. Still, there was something about him that I couldn't help but be drawn to. He was well known throughout the school as one half of the dynamic prankster duo that set the school alight with fireworks, but he was so much more. Fred always managed to light up a crowd around the Gryffindor table with his animated stories, but it was the way George sat faithfully by his side and only chimed in during certain moments that got to me. It was the fact that he was also so observant, his eyes were always scanning across the room, noticing everything around him. It was stupid to think that someone I never talked to before this morning could be so enticing to me, but he made me weak.

quickly grabbed what I needed from my room and joined Adrien on one of the couches by the fireplace. I set my book and parchment gently on the table in front of me.

"Fuck- I completely forgot a quill and ink." I groaned, sinking down into the couch.

"Here," Adrien handed me a quill "I grabbed an extra for you. We can share my ink pot."

"Ugh- you're the best!" I squealed, sitting forward and opening my book, "I seriously don't know what I'd do without you!"

"Die, probably." He joked.

Our eyes met for a moment, and I let them linger. He kept his head still, staring back at me. I felt him move closer to me, our legs against each other. The weight between us was definitely noticeable to anyone around us, but I didn't know how to stop it. Adrian was good looking, and he'd always been a great friend to me. Finally, I cleared my throat and forced myself to look down at my hands.

"Right- we should probably get started." I muttered, flipping through the first couple pages of the Transfiguration spells.

"Right." He sighed, shifting slightly away from me.

Despite being friends for 5 years now, I know that Adrian's had feelings for me for a while. He asked me out in our third year- but we were barely 16 and I didn't feel old enough to date yet. There'd been some weird moments between us since, including one particularly drunk incident on his last birthday, but he never asked me again. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't feel fondly of him, and I know he'd be the perfect person to bring home to my parents. Yet, every time I try to give him my attention, George's stupid grin lights up in the back of my mind.

There was something about George Weasley that I just couldn't shake, and he haunted my thoughts day and night. But honestly? I didn’t know if that was such a bad thing anymore.

~~~

George's POV

"That was kind of weird, huh?" I observed, sliding next to Ginny on the bench.

Lee sat down across from me. "I'm surprised she didn't talk to you. Nerves maybe?" He offered.

"It's got Pucey's stench all over it, never liked that git." Fred muttered, piling his plate full.

Hermione made eye contact with me from across the table before getting up from Harry and Ron and sitting next to Lee. "What's this I've heard of you finally asking out Stevie?"

I choked on my tea, the hot liquid spilled down my robes as I tried to catch my breath. "Bloody hell Hermione. That just happened like 45 minutes ago- how did you find out?"

"Well, Cho overheard Stevie talking about it this morning at the Slytherin table, so she told Padma. Then Padma asked Luna if she knew anything, and Luna then told Ginny. As soon as Ginny heard, she told me!"

I sighed and rested my head against my hand "News travels fast here, huh?’

"How did you do it? I know you've been pining over her for years!" Hermione's dark brown eyes were wide with excitement.

Despite being Ron's best friend (though the way I saw it, it was only a matter of time before they were something more) I always had a soft spot for Hermione. She was awkward and shy, but she had a big heart once you got to know her. When she wasn't berating me about his grades, she was a pretty great person to talk to. Plus, it only took her until the end of her first year to realize that we switched- something that many of our friends couldn't figure out at all.

"Actually- I did all the heavy lifting." Fred smirked, leaning closer to her. "George and I switched when he was alone with her, so I took a chance. Worked out great though- eh?"

Understanding flooded Hermione's features, before she furrowed her brows. "Have you got a plan for not switching during the date?"

"A poor one, but we're taking a risk. I'm not too worried about it." Fred nodded, puffing out his chest.

"Because it's not your date! I, on the other hand, am scared out of my mind." I ran my hands through my hair, pushing the food in front of me away.

Hermione grabbed my hand from across the table and smiled sympathetically. "You're going to be alright. I know she's a Slytherin and friends with Malfoy, but she seems decent. Even if you tell her, I'm sure she'll be okay."

I nodded thankfully as she got up and rejoined the boys.

"I don't think you should do it." Ginny piped up, anger etched on her face. "She's everything we were raised to not believe in- you're just going to turn your back on that because she's hot?"

"I'm not turning my back on anything. Since when did we judge people based on their houses?" I reasoned.

Ginny gathered her belongings before standing up. "We don't. We also don't hang out with people whose parents are known Death Eaters, either. I guess it's okay to forget that when it's convenient to you, huh?" She stormed out, leaving silence in her wake.

"I don't know what is up with her." I shook my head. "Since when does she care who I date?"

"I don't entirely disagree with her," Fred picked up another helping of toast. "But it's not like you're going to marry the girl. It's one date. Besides- I don't think she'd be going out with you if she agreed with her parents decisions."

I glanced across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table and immediately made eye contact with Malfoy. He had a sour look on his face- which wasn't unusual; he always kind of look like he just smelled piss. He narrowed his eyes at me before promptly turning away and rejoining his conversation.

"I don't know anything about her parents, but there's just something about her I can't get away from. Merlin- I've talked to her once and yet she's lived in the back of my head for the past 4 years. I want to see where this can go. We have some sort of connection that I need to see where it leads." I elaborated.

"Mate- you hit your head? You're starting to sound like Trelawney with her weird visions and premonitions." Lee joked.

"I'm fine, just thinking out loud I guess." I picked my tea back up and held the mug between my hands.

There was something about Stevie Blythe that I just couldn't shake, and she haunted my thoughts day and night. But honestly? I don't know if that's such a bad thing anymore.

[thatblackravenclaw]

Just A Play Date

Masterlist

A/N: Okay, so this is a bit different than what I usually write. It's a bit angsty, but I think you guys will like it. Also, should I start a taglist?

Fred Weasley x fem!reader (non-Gryffindor reader)

background info: implied modern au

word count: 1.7k

song: Play Date -Melanie Martinez

warning(s): Fred is an asshole, angst, smut, p in v, clit stimulation, squirting (if you squint), cussing, protected sex i just got too lazy to write it in

You tell me to come over

There’s some games you wanna play

The library is probably the only place I feel okay right now. I swear it’s like Fred is everywhere. I really like him, but if I see him flirt with one more girl I swear I’m gonna scream. He’s not mine, so it’s not right for me to feel the way I feel, but I do. I decided to just read a muggle romance novel. If I can’t have a happy ending at least Lara Jean gets to. I’m about halfway through reading Always and Forever, Lara Jean for the second time before I hear footsteps get closer. I figure it’s just Madame Pince coming to check on me since I’m one of the only students that come in here and just read without making any sounds besides flipping the page and breathing.

“Knew I’d find you back here.” I was wrong.

“How’d you find me, Fred?” I ask trying not to sound too annoyed.

“How did I find an introvert that loves books more than life? I’ll let you take a guess.”

I genuinely did not know. I haven’t really told anyone about this spot.

“Come to my room at 11:30 alright? The password is sordidum secretum.” He says before walking away without waiting for my reply. Probably because he knows I would’ve agreed anyway. I always agree.

I finish my book about an hour later right as dinner is starting. I decide to skip it. I’ve just learned that eating before going to one of Fred’s playdates is just a no-go. Besides, I’m not feeling very hungry anyway.

I’m finishing up my history homework when I look up at the clock. 11:20. I should probably get going.

I’m walking to your house

Nobody’s home

Just me and you and you and me alone

I cast the disillusionment charm before walking out the common room door. I’m a prefect, but I still feel like I’d be asked questions if seen, so it’s better to just blend into the background. Besides, how else will I sneak into the Gryffindor common room?

I get there about two minutes early due to Filch and other prefects being elsewhere in the castle. I get to the fat lady’s portrait and say the password. She lets me in giving me a sad smile. How pathetic. Even the paintings know what’s going on.

I walk up the stairs and stand in front of his dorm and wait until the little hand moves to the 6 on my watch. I knock and then open the door.

“Hey, love.” He says after he looks up at me. I know there’s no meaning behind the pet name, but it still makes me weak in the knees. I say hi back and walk over to his bed.

“Where are the others?”

“Some party. I think in the ballroom.”

I nod my head and awkwardly stand at the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing all the way over there? Come here.” He says as he lays against his bed.

I lay down on his bed in his arms. He lifts my chin so he can kiss me. The thing about Fred is that the kiss starts so soft and sensual. He tastes like toffee. I hate him. It gradually gets needier. We sit up so we can take off our clothes and I take off my shoes.

We continue kissing for a bit before his kisses start to move down to my tits. He starts sucking on my left nipple caressing his hands up and down my body. When he switches nipples I feel his hand move down to my pussy. He uses his fingers to spread my lips before using his middle finger to gather up my arousal and circle around my clit. I try to hold back my moans when I feel the stimulation from both of mouth and his fingers.

“Don’t. I want everyone to hear how I’m making you feel.”

I space a bit from the pleasure before I realize that his tongue is flicking my clit and he’s pumping his fingers inside of me.

“Oh fuck. Please don’t stop. Please please don’t stop.”

He starts to suck on my clit, and I lose it. I don’t think I’ve ever moaned so loud before. He ends up moving his arms around my legs to keep me still. As soon as I’m on the edge, he pulls away.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to be inside of you.”

I watch him stand up before he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He rubs the head through my pussy collecting my cum before tapping my clit. What a tease. I was going to make a remark, but then I felt him lift my legs over his shoulder and start thrusting into me.

“OH, fuck me.”

“I already am baby.”

I look up at him expecting to see him looking back at me, but his eyes are closed, and he looks so lost in the moment.

I reach my hand down to start rubbing my clit, but it’s like he has a sixth sense because I only get to rub it for 3 seconds before he says, “No. Only I can touch my pussy got it?”

“Yes, oh, yes I’m sorry.”

“What’s my name?”

“Daddy!”

“And who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours! It’s daddy’s pussy!”

I hear him growl before he starts thrusting faster while rubbing my clit.

“Can I cum, please?”

“Aw she has manners, but no. not yet”

I start to tighten around him, and I just try to focus on breathing, so I don’t cum, but with him hitting my g-spot like that it’s getting really hard.

“Cum.”

And that’s all I need before I let go. I hear myself drip on the floor as he pulls out of me.

Wake up in your bedroom and there’s nothing left to say

When I try to talk, you’re always playing board games

I wish I had monopoly over your mind

I wake up and smile remembering last night’s event, but frown when I realize that he’s once again not in the bed with me. I sit up as he’s walking through the door.

“Oh, hey you’re up.”

“Yeah, I just woke up. Hey, are-“ I don’t get to finish my sentence before he starts talking again.

“Well, I’m about to go out with George, Lee, and Angelina so I’ll see you later.”

I just nod and watch him grab whatever he came in here for and leave. How could I be so stupid? I should’ve known last night wouldn’t have been different than any other night. I just want to be more than a fuck to him. I wish I didn’t care all the time. You know what? Fuck him. I’m done.

I go back to my common room, so I can get the ick that is Fred Weasley off of me. After I get out of the shower I’m a new me.

With this newfound attitude, I decided to be more out there. I ditched the robe since we don’t have to wear it on the weekends, hiked my skirt up a bit high, and wore a shirt that accentuated my cleavage. I was going to flirt my ass off and make sure Fred saw it all.

Once I got down to the Great Hall I looked around to make sure he was actually there. He was. I made a point to walk past him and sway my hips a little bit more than usual. Subtle though. I don’t want to look stupid. A few guys and girls from each table looked at me as I walked and when I tell you I thrived off of the attention, I mean it. I sit down at my house table and start eating my soup. I moan a little just to get an extra reaction out of the guys.

I was about to eat some more when I felt a looming presence behind me.

“May I help you?” I say annoyed without even looking up.

“What are you wearing?”

“A skirt?”

“No. That’s not a skirt. That’s fucking lingerie.”

“Mm no, I’m pretty sure it’s a skirt.”

All of a sudden he pulls me up and I’m forced to stand. I choose not to look at him because I felt like that gave him too much power.

“Go back upstairs and change or we’re done.”

That’s it. I look up at him and say, “I’m tired of all this chasing after you. I don’t give a fuck about you anyways. Who ever said I gave a shit about you?”

I notice a few people slyly look over, but they’re so obvious.

“I guess I’m just a play date to you.” i say before walking out.

Ring around the rosie

I never know, I never know what you need

Ring around the rosie

I want to give you, want to give you what you need

I’m back in the library away from prying eyes. The attention was great for the first few minutes, but that altercation with Fred has left me uneasy. I’m reading a different novel today. Decided to re-read Little Women. Jo ends up with the guy in the end, but Louisa sticks to her word and doesn’t. I think we can learn a few things from Miss May Alcott. Of course, I can never finish a book in here, because here comes the same disruption.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” I say without moving my eyes from the page.

“I am. Please look at me.”

I sigh and decide to look up.

“What? You know, the whole point of the library is that you’re supposed to be quiet.”

“Look, just meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight okay? Please?”

Against my better judgment, I say, “Fine.”

Later that night

I shouldn’t be doing this. Why am I doing this? I could just stay in my room and stop this game with him.

“You came.” He says surprised.

“I did. What’s up?”

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

I don’t speak right away. I want to lie and say yes. I want to actually believe what I told myself earlier. That I was done with him.

“You know I give a fuck about you every day. Guess it’s time that I tell you the truth. If I share my toys will you let me stay? Don’t want to leave this play date with you.”

[potter-imagines]

Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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“Kiss Me.”

Fred Weasley x Reader

Day 11 of the 12 Days til Christmas Special!!!

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Summary: (Y/n) gets caught under the mistletoe at the Weasley Twins’s Christmas Party…

Warnings: teenage party? There’s really nothing 😬😂

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

(Y/f/n) - your friend’s name

“It’s not even Christmas yet. Why the bloody he*l are the Weasley twins throwing a Christmas Party? It doesn’t make any sense.” (Y/n) grumbled, fixing her sweater as she and her best friend, (Y/f/n), walked up the grand staircase, towards the Gryffindor common room.

Don’t get the wrong idea; she enjoyed a good party every now and again, but Gryffindor parties were known to get very wild very fast, and (Y/n) had an inkling it had something to do with the plethora of mischievous redheads in attendance.

(Y/f/n) chuckled at her words as the portrait of the Fat Lady came into view. “We won’t be here on actual Christmas. Besides, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. Fred will be there.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, earning herself a glare from the other girl.

(Y/f/n) was the only person in all of Hogwarts that knew about the little crush (Y/n) had procured for the older twin over their many years of going to school together. He was, of course, so naturally problematic that she had never done anything about her feelings, but that didn’t stop (Y/f/n) from constantly trying to force her to confront them.

“Good for him. I’m sure he’ll have a grand old time. I’m going back to the common room.” (Y/n) made to turn around, before her friend’s grip on her arm stopped her.

“I was only suggesting that you give it a go. This pining after him in silent anguish isn’t a good look for you. But, if you’re that set in your ways, I’ll drop it for the night. Just, please don’t leave me alone?” One look at (Y/f/n)’s puppy dog eyes, and (Y/n) had begrudgingly consented.

+ + +

And that’s how she found herself where she was now; a wallflower at a party filled with drunk teenagers, (Y/f/n) nowhere to be found.

She didn’t blame the girl. It was a party. She was probably off getting lucky or high or something. But, a little heads up would’ve been nice.

“You look scorned.” A voice to her left suddenly spoke. She knew it was one of the twins without looking, she just didn’t know which, as her gaze remained on the party in front of her.

“Not scorned, per say.” She mumbled, looking down at her cup. She didn’t want to know which twin it was. If she never looked, she’d never get that weird tingly feeling she got every time the older one was around.

“Ah, so the pretty girl hiding in the corner was abandoned then.” (Y/n) blushed a little at the comment, finally glancing at his face, finding one Mr. Fred Weasley grinning down at her impishly. She looked away immediately, not wanting him to catch her red cheeks, as she took in the fact that the guy she was crushing on had just called her pretty.

“You’re drunk.” She noted, clearly in denial about the whole thing, but Fred just chuckled.

“I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry.” She gave him a look that earned another boisterous laugh from the boy. “I’m kidding.” They were silent for a moment, both watching the festivities in front of them before Fred spoke once again. “So, who abandoned you, then? Boyfriend?” (Y/n) almost snorted at the thought.

“Yeah, right. Cause boys are fighting to get with me.” She said sarcastically, making Fred frown.

“Why wouldn’t they? You’re beautiful, (Y/n).” She had a frown of her own now, confused as to how he knew her name.

“See, now I know you’re drunk.” She managed to get out, not wanting to get her hopes up. Fred Weasley was a flirt. And that’s all he was doing now. Flirting with a lonely girl at a party.

But when she turned to face him again, suddenly his face was much closer to hers then it had been moments ago.

“I’m completely sober, love.” He muttered, all humor gone from his face.

“Oh?” She didn’t know what else to say. She had never been this close to a boy before, much less Fred.

“Absolutely.” They were silent again. Fred’s eyes kept flitting down to her lips, while (Y/n) just stared on in shock.

When he spoke once more, (Y/n)’s heart practically stopped in shock. “Do I need to use the fact that there’s mistletoe above us as an excuse, or can I just kiss you?” He asked, his soft voice barely understandable over the loud music surrounding them, but (Y/n) heard every word. There was a light air to his tone, as there always was with Fred, but (Y/n) thought that he had never looked more serious. And so, she threw caution to the wind and found herself nodding with a tiny smile.

“Kiss me.” And so, he did.

+ + +

And, when (Y/f/n) returned to the party from her own questionable endeavors, that’s how she found them, their lips locked in a heated kiss, as Fred’s hands held (Y/n) close, her own running through his ginger hair; both oblivious to everyone else, as they existed in their own little world…

Underneath the mistletoe.

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Gah daym this was a JOURNEY to write. I swore to myself to never write angst because, well I suck at it. But here we are, I swear this has a good ending because my heart can't bear that. I could've written this much better, so I promise to bring my A GAME for chapter 2. Enjoy, also Lee in this is a hate crime. This is very story telling-esk so I hope it flows well.

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Chapter 1 out of 2 (Backstory)

Summary —> Life has always been a cruel joke to you, yet you simply play along. Overshadowed by Eva Burke your whole life, watching from the sidelines while everyone flooded each other with love, it would always feel like a joke.

Pairing: fredweasley x fem!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (with a fluffy ending in the second part) / One mature scene (18+) and then it's angst again <3 / Some slander / Offensive language

Rating: 18+

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You were a bright child.

Beaming bright enough to keep a tight lipped smile during flu-shots, and enough to put on a happy façade when your dad threw away the drawing you had done of your family dog, rather than hang it up on the fridge.

Children have foolish dreams, and that was yours. Your friends in preschool boasted about their pictures being hung like trophies on fridges, with decorative magnets and even bigger pink bow ties.

The fridge in the Y/L/N manor was empty. Always empty, just how Ms. Y/L/N liked it. Empty marble floors with empty rug designs, and empty rooms with even emptier people living in it. They were both empty people. Hollow and void of any emotion, at least towards you.

You were different though. You were filled to the brim with ambition and hope and so many positive emotions that your parents never seemed to reflect on you. You were like those Disney princesses. The princesses always had hope, and when you have hope good things happen.

Right?

Your dad never meant to give you false hope. He just wished you’d keep your mouth shut as he worked until late hours. Using big words and having big aspirations, you shouldn’t have.

Mr and Mrs Y/L/N weren't bad people per say, just busy. They didn't know how to raise a child, this was obvious, because the purpose of even having a child was to fix their marriage. But a temporary fix wouldn't do it, it never did. There was always that hole on the roof, leaking rain of despair into their falsely built home that no bucket big enough could hold back. Because it always found a way to overflow.

They didn't know how to show their love, so they did it with money, clothes, toys and crayons that you would later use to draw pictures of your family, only to have them end up in the dumpster once again.

They spoiled you rotten, bought you gifts you never even dreamed of asking. You just shut up and enjoyed it, what else could you do? Whine and demand attention? Risk losing their favor? There was no favor to lose.

You got yourself a fat A plus on your third grade math test. Star stickers on your chest, you entered through the glass double doors of your house with a crooked smile - two front teeth missing of course - making your joy all the more endearing. Your backpack strapped tightly over your narrow shoulders, hanging low with all the crammed books you pushed before leaving school because you were just so excited to show your parents.

You received a big sloppy kiss from your Nanny, who practically was like a second mom to you, and dashed right into your fathers office to show him your new accomplishment.

"Good job, I'm proud of you."

You froze. You found a way to actually get their attention. The attention you so craved, the recognition you would die for. This was revolutionary. Basically a new era for you.

Nanny made you a star shaped cake that night, and sat with you while gently stroking your hair and listening to you blabber about how easy the math questions were. It felt warm, motherly love. Even if it was false, it would never compare to the love of your own mother, a love you would never get.

You spent all your night studying, your eyes burning under the harsh light of your lamp in the early mornings and your pencil, ebbing away over sheets and sheets of blank paper. Writing away your little hands off until they ached, just to snatch another A and get a good job.

This was good, it worked out very well. You became that student who looked forward to class, just to get a good grade and have the validation of your parents. The sight of your father’s lips quirk up even in the slightest, and how your mother’s eyes shone briefly in appreciation of your hard work, even if it was for a quick second, it was worth it.

Until the new neighbors moved in.

Mr. Burke was a round, cheerful man with an even rounder belly, and a big fat pipe that always hung on his lips. Mrs Burke looked and acted like those fairy godmothers you adored. You couldn’t believe such people existed. Mr Y/L/N invited them over for dinner, for courtesy. He was not happy about said courtesy.

He ended up liking the couple, they had a little daughter called Eva, who was small and adorable with round red cheeks and big doe eyes. Not only Mr and Mrs Burke, but the Y/L/N’s adored Eva as well. She was happy, always smiling, and her teeth weren't nearly as crooked as yours, not to mention she had pretty long hair like a princess.

You liked her a lot, took her to pick flowers, showed her the drawings you had prepared for the empty fridge; in case Mr Y/L/N ever had a change of heart and hung them up, you had been trying for three years and weren't giving up any sooner.

Eva was nice, kind enough to share her M&M's and very used to compliments unlike you. She seemed to get a lot from her parents and yours. The adults were so kind to her, always smothering her with love and kisses. You were happy for Eva, happy that Eva somehow managed to gain the favor of your parents before you did.

Little girls tended to be jealous, you weren’t. You were just glad to have a friend so cool, she didn't blush and stutter under praise and apparently her drawings were pretty enough to go on a fridge.

It was a Thursday afternoon when your mom smiled at you for the first time since your last exam grade. "Look, Eva drew us a picture, isn't it pretty?"

The crayola stash under your bed was no longer needed, they appeared clumsily dumped in the neighborhood trash the next day, most of them stomped under the pressure of your little sneakers. And the bundle of drawings you hid under your pillow, wishing on fairy godmother that one day they would be hung up too, were ripped; clearly a struggle given. You had paper cuts on your hands, and your Nanny thankfully applied ointment before Ms and Mr Y/L/N noticed, or rather, stopped to care.

Though you knew that even if you paraded herself with bloody fingers dripping to your elbows, they wouldn't care.

Nanny did, she was there. There when you were haunted with nightmares when the moon was particularly dark, cooing at you and letting you sleep next to her in that small bed of hers. There when you tripped and fell, small scratch resulting in a screaming tantrum. She was gentle, sweet, paid well.

You decided to go and pick flowers with Eva, and make a pretty flower crown for yourself, months after your drawing incident. Of course, you didn't have such silly dreams anymore. You didn’t wish to have your pictures hung, to have your mother wear the flower crowns you made and frankly you didn’t care for the sight of the sparkle in your parents eyes. Nanny’s was enough.

Eva agreed, dressed in a pink tutu Mrs Y/L/N gifted. You didn't comment, though deep down you gazed at the skirt in sparkling envy. Your mother never bothered to get you such pretty things. The two of you gathered saturated petals and nice ribbons while giggling amongst yourselves. Until, you accidentally caused Eva’s flowers to levitate.

Eva ran home, crying and calling you a witch. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N’s dirty looks made her feel shameful, and even dirtier when a letter addressed to her was dropped by a pretty owl you insisted on petting. It was from a school called Hogwarts, in the faraway land of London, and it seemed, not only you but Eva got the same letter the next day.

Though the Y/L/N’s and Burke’s were proud of Eva’s letter. They weren’t with yours.

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The ride to Hogwarts was interesting to say the least. You had so many questions unanswered, were you a fairy godmother too? Was that your destiny? Was that the reason you never got any attention, because you were destined to give instead of receive?

Eva was cheerful as always, making fast friends in newly bought uniforms and holding a pretty, long and thin wand, with designs flowing across the premise. Your wand was...functional. You were sad you couldn't choose, and that the wand chose the owner. It didn't make sense, what if you didn't want this wand? What if you wanted something charming like Eva’s? It should have been mutual.

It was while trying to find your way to the bathroom that you met the Weasley twins. Quite handsome, a year older and absolute fucktards. A word you learned from the two. Though you always found yourself laughing more at Fred’s jokes, you liked them both equally.

“Hey George! Look.” Fred had exclaimed, clinging onto his brothers shoulder and dragging him across. “Who's that girl?”

You introduced yourself, happy façade on, gentle words slipping out of your mouth like nectar. They had to like you, you told yourself. Just this once, more than Eva.

When sorted into Gryffindor, Eva, you and the twins became inseparable. Your group grew in second year, when Katie, Lee and Alicia Spinnet joined the bunch. You would make fun of the ghastly Potions Professor Snape, and imitate Dumbledore in the hallways to mess with the older students.

You loved your time at Hogwarts, and the adventures that came every year. Especially when Harry Potter joined.

“Hey Fred.”

Fred, who was fiddling with his bracelet you had bought him hummed in response, not bothering to look up.

You sighed, “Do you think the flowers can feel it when we pluck them?”

Fred turned at that, his bracelet was now tightly secure after his struggles. “I hope not.” he smiled, a faraway look on his face whenever he gazed at you. “You know, some people like pain.” he winked.

You merely looked at him confused, clearly way too young for...whatever that is.

He started laughing loudly, slapping his knee and causing you to scoff and slap him on the shoulder.

Third year was when it bloomed. The slight girly attention you gave Fred grew. Fred was...Fred. A handsome ginger, beater for their house's Quidditch team, always charming and charismatic that somehow oozed out of him whenever he did anything really. It was not unusual, every girl in school had a crush on him. That wasn't the case, Fred was one of your best friends, and you refused to entertain the idea of a possible...relationship.

Yet sometimes, you'd find yourself thinking about hugging and kissing Fred like you’d seen couples in your favorite movies did and you’d fall asleep with reddened cheeks and a boy with even redder hair in your mind.

But feelings couldn’t be controlled, nor easily hidden. Eva found out in your fourth year after hearing you mumble his name in your dreams. Fred Weasley was getting more handsome as years passed, and you found it hard to contain your feelings. You were crushing, hard.

Eva was...Eva about it. Happy, but nothing changed. She didn't tease like George did when he found out, nor did she act any differently towards Fred.

“Hey ____!” Fred had sat next to you, shaking the entire couch because he grew that tall during summer. “Got a new girl after me.” he looked at you, almost expectantly, as if you wouldn’t react the way you always reacted.

“That’s great Fred.” you smiled, gulping whatever lump that was forming in your throat and struggling to come out as vulgar words you wished to yell.

“Yeah,” Fred sighed, “It’s...great.”

Fred Weasley was a ladies man, and he wasn't afraid to show it. It was okay, because you were happy enough to be one of his closest, and that was enough. He often boasted about getting girls, and how successful his jokes were, and you always loved snapping back to him cockily, even more cockily than him. Playful banter was easy, comforting between them and when he turned away you would love to shyly entertain the idea of being one of those girl’s Fred talked about.

Fifth year, you had a sudden growth spurt. That was also the year where you discovered Cosmopolitan, Vogue and of course Witch Weekly. Hair no longer in a ponytail, legs shaved and smooth, short skirts with no nylons, you were a new person. After getting your period in third year, your spurt came late, but sudden. Way too sudden in the time of three months. It was hard to handle the changes occurring to your body. It was all too much that you had to become a lady and the fact that you didn’t have your mother to help was a pain you hid deep within.

It was as if whichever god above decided to squeeze your entire life into a summer and call it a day, because it was simply too busy. How ironic. No one saw your growth except old Nanny Gladys. Not Eva, nor her parents considering they went on a getaway and the Burke's, who had gone to Brazil.

But you were over that, you discovered the great telephone, and the great Hermione Granger, package deal with Ginny Weasley. You guys would talk on the phone for hours upon hours, Ginny obscuring your personality and Hermione altering your view on your parents. And Hermione was right, they were assholes. You didn't give a flying fuck about empty praises anymore.

You had become almost too tall for your older clothes, and your breasts were way too big to fit in the training bra you bought not even a month ago. Your hips, now wide and swaying as you walk became graceful, were decorated with long gem bracelets.

You cursed like a sailor that summer, ran around fields with family - your family being your dog, Jambo - bare feet. You stomped on flowers you used to pick as a little girl, stomping on those silly fairytale dreams you used to nurse, and never felt freer. For the first time ever you felt that maybe being empty could be more freeing than having false hope weighing you down.

Returning to Hogwarts was a big deal to students. Who changed, who glowed up after what happened last year - nothing, it was all childish drama.

Before your parents could even see your new self, your escapade to the Granger household was successful. The Y/L/N's didn't care, nor did they write. You knew it should’ve hurt, but frankly, you didn’t think having the pain in your chest was worth it. Hermione was awestruck, of course, after laying her sights on you for the first time since May and insisted on walking into the Entrance Hall, arm in arm with her and Ginny to show you off like some sort of revelation.

It was a revelation all right, at least to the boys, and some girls. It seemed no one saw you as a girl before. George oogled, and Lee was so shocked to find out that you were actually a girl with a pretty figure and an even prettier smile that he stopped clapping you on the back like he always did. Not a girl, you have become a woman. It was far too sudden, new uniforms and a whole new wardrobe had to be bought.

"____? You were a girl?" Fred joked, ruffling your hair like nothing changed between you. And that's when you realized, no slutty skirt, how much pushup your bra, or no matter how pretty your hair looked, Fred would always see you as ____, the girl with crooked front teeth and who once ate a worm in second year. Your teeth weren't crooked at all anymore - thanks to a few years of braces - and finally clear of uncomfortable metals but you felt as if Fred would always see the ghost of them on your pearly whites when you smiled.

He had this view of you that blinded him, caused him to treat you as he treated Ginny while he flirted and played footsie with other girls, including Eva.

That did not stop Eva from giving you false hope, and you took the bait, naive like always. Hope, that's what ruined it all. "You're beautiful now, of course you have a chance!" she said, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly, as if she had warmth to begin with.

It was all false, yet you still believed. You always had. Like a fool.

Ginny didn't like Eva, and maybe that's why you gravitated towards her. She was the first person who had ever met Eva that wasn't charmed by her kind smile and attractive words. Eva was...displeased. She grew up having the attention of everyone around, so when Ginny Weasley told her straight to her face that she wasn't shit, Eva seethed. The attention of Ginny changed nothing though, because Eva was the main character. Everyone - except Ginny, and secretly Hermione (though she would never say it) - loved her, they followed her around like puppies and praised her on her wonky wand work.

The upcoming Yule Ball brought great upswing to Hogwarts.

You were far too busy with her classes to take interest in the tournament - even though the dragon race was the gnarliest sight you had ever seen. Your goal was set, become a badass Auror and move out as soon as possible, so you didn't have to face your parents (except Holidays, yuck.)

But the Yule Ball was your chance. A chance with Fred Weasley.

You could ask to go as friends and maybe, just maybe a little hope and the night would end much more romantic than you had anticipated.

Plucking up courage was the hardest part, you practiced with your bathroom mirror so long that Ginny had to blast through the door and drag you out of her dormitory.

Fred Weasley agreed, why wouldn't he? You, his closest friend, asking to go as a group and drink all night while gossiping? It was a win win. At least that's what you told herself.

That was a lie, it wasn't a win win.

You gave it your all getting ready, dress silk, makeup and expensive shoes. You took a long shower, scrubbing and shaving yourself to a smooth gliding porcelain, only for it all to be washed down with reddened eyes and a boy with even redder hair.

Fred greeted you the same, danced the same, and you chatted the same; you were reminded again, for the second time, that you stood no chance.

Fred told you that he was going to get drinks, a quick trip to the booth and mumbled I'll be back in a second. He was not back in a second. Several minutes passed, and your worries caused your feet to follow after Fred's footsteps.

You ran, trying to find him in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, tears welling in your eyes because he wouldn't. He wasn't that cruel, life wasn't that cruel.

But it was, and in a distant empty classroom you saw Fred Weasley, on his knees and between Eva's legs, groaning and praising her like a starved man. Worshipping her like everyone else had, burying himself in her and completely forgetting the drink he’d bring back in just a second. He’d left you thirsty and alone in the Great Hall and left you to drink from a cup he hadn’t known to be forbidden. Yet Eva did.

Eva's perfect dainty hands tangled in his ginger hair, thighs clamping shut while her high pitched moans flooded your mind and echoed around your head. They were so loud that she couldn’t even hear the loud echoes of your footsteps and the woeful cries that left your lips as you ran. It wouldn’t be the first time she had ignored your pain for her own selfish reasons.

Your heart shattered, and suddenly you were six again, watching your parents praise Eva, hang her drawing on the fridge. A soft breeze tickling your bare toes, dangling from the small cushioned seat you sat on while you watched Eva braid Mrs Y/L/N’s hair. Emotionless, silent, not asking for anything, knowing that you won't receive in return. Eva's small hands carefully placed the flower crown on Mrs Y/L/N’s pool of hair, and she smiled, heart warming and hopeful. Suddenly you remembered the feel of your own hands tangling in between your locks as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to imitate your mothers braid on yourself in the mirror you couldn't reach. You pretended, only for a moment before it twisted into knots.

What a cruel joke, you thought as you watched Eva receive the world from Fred, from your parents, from your friends and from every damn person you had met.

You cried on a big set of stairs that night, your wails echoing as you asked whoever, whatever what you had done. What you had done to deserve such treatment from the people around you. It was rather cliche - and maybe a bit too dramatic. It was an uncomfortable seat of course, and your body, as well as your heart, ached. Pain, misery, false hope and enough hair spray to melt the ozone.

The princesses always cried on big sets of stairs, uncomfortable stone floors causing them to shiver while they hid away their beautifully animated faces in their perfect hands. This was different, there was no fairy godmother to fix your makeup and clone a gentlemanly Fred Weasley, a perfect prince. You knew, because you cried, and prayed and cried and prayed until your throat was sore. There was no fairy godmother, it was all a lie. There was no happy ending. There would be none.

No one came to find you that night either, and you had to drag yourself back to the Gryffindor common room, feet bare, mascara, blush - anything else you put on in hopes of being able to become like Eva even only for one night - practically nonexistent from the way your tears washed them away.

You didn't sleep that night, and your head was unusually clear, pounding, but clear. You laid awake, eyes blood-shot and stinging while your dress shuffled uncomfortably between your sheets. You were too tired to change, and your dress was far too pretty to be worn so short.

Ginny's words replayed over and over again. "They're not worth it." her voice was so clear, and true. Mr and Mrs Burke weren't worth it. Your parents weren't worth it. Fred Weasley wasn't worth it. Eva wasn't worth it. The midnight chirping of bugs invited themselves in from your open window, and blue moonlight streaks beaming down in lines from the tulle curtain flowed with breeze, it was calming.

You felt calm, for the first time in sixteen years. You felt calm.

Fred and Eva started dating that week. Everyone acted like they expected it, and you realized just how blind you had been. Eva Burke and Fred Weasley, golden couple of Hogwarts.

You watched them, emotionless, as they embraced with love and so much passion that you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at how you’d blushed and squeal over Fred in front of Eva and George and anyone who had found out because now you knew. Now you knew that their amused smiles were probably pitying grimaces because they knew that you two were never meant to be. It was always Fred and Eva.

Fred was an amazing boyfriend, making sure Eva was taken care of, lovingly staring at her whenever and wherever, arm looped around her waist at all times; you realized they were truly not worth it.

"You disgust me."

You didn't mean the words to escape so carelessly, but when you said them, you realized you didn't want to take them back. The growing pit in your stomach felt weightless. "Excuse me?" said Fred, stopping his nibbling on Eva's neck, who was just as shocked. You scoffed, Eva already had enough purple bruises to parade around so why did Fred have the need to add more?

"You heard me right," George, Lee, Ron, Harry, Katie and whoever sitting in their circle stared at you, wide-eyed, Ginny and Hermione, however, were grinning devilishly. Kind ____, wouldn't hurt a fly, quiet at times and didn't know how to stand up for herself. It was shocking, but you were done pretending. You didn't want to be like that anymore, you wanted to say whatever came to mind and not worry about the consequences. "You guys disgust me, I know I should be supportive but you don't match, at all."

You turned to George. "And you, no you can't talk about Katie like that." George went pink. "You're disgusting for sleeping around carelessly and telling girls you'd write, stop giving people false hope. Grow up. You’re nearly an adult and you can’t even treat a girl right."

"And you Lee," Lee went quiet. "What gives you the right to make fun of me like that. I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, just because you don't have the courage to wear a headband. If you can talk about my breasts, I'll talk about your shrimp."

"Ron, you take advantage of Hermione then lead her on. Open your eyes, asshole."

"Harry, you're not the main character. You're not always going to be the center of attention, nor do you have the right to yell at your friends."

"Alicia, god you're so stupid. I'm sorry, you're great but such an airhead. No, you can't ride a Thestral if you can't see them, and stop eating quill ink they're bad for you."

You stood up, grinning proudly, heart loud in your chest you feared someone might hear. "Frankly, I don't wanna be friends anymore. I'm done with this façade, except you two, 'Gin, Hermione. The rest of you are just so fake." she gestured to them. "Boys," she nodded again. "Don't talk to me anymore, and Lee, give me back the money, think it's about time don't you think? I've been paying for you since third year."

And with that, you left. You left Three Broomsticks, grin wide and chest heaving. Hermione and Ginny ran behind, whooping and cheering you on as they laughed.

The news of your outburst spread fast like wildfire caught in wind. That week was bliss, you no longer had to watch Fred and Eva, nor did you have to act sweet to anyone. You didn't have to laugh along Lee's sexist jokes and look away to wince, it was pure bliss. You realized that the feeling of being free didn’t have to be momentary.

Pansy Parkinson was surprisingly a good friend, she didn't have the same fakeness to her, the one Eva had where her smile was too kind. She spoke her mind, though every Slytherin did, and you liked that. Ginny wasn't happy with your new found friends, but she couldn't separate you. You made your own decisions from now on. It was refreshing.

You told your new friends everything, eager to get it off your chest and breathe, and they listened. For the first time, someone listened. You didn't have to get good grades, nor did you have to act like a sweet angel.

You teared up the first time Pansy said; "It's not your fault,". You knew it wasn't your fault, but hearing someone else say it with such genuine eyes made you believe. Actually believe.

It started off with you watching from the sidelines as Draco and Blaise pranked, insulted and shamed whatever your old friend group did. It wasn't unusual for Draco to act this way, but he got especially irritated after hearing what you told them. Blaise, someone usually quiet, had stepped up and decided to somehow release the pent up anger he had for the Gryffindor students.

The year ended, and you had started to sneak in an insult or two towards Fred and Eva. It felt nice, like finally, step by step you were clearing your years of hidden jealousy. But, there was no one to tell you that this simply wasn't the right way.

That summer, you stayed at the Burrow. Ginny had invited you and you were quick to say yes; obviously a fact forgotten. Fred, George and whoever you had insulted last year stayed in the same house. You simply didn't want to go home, and if this meant seeing Fred Weasley then you had to endure it.

Molly Weasley was the sweetest person you could ever meet, and it was genuine. It felt genuine, you feared your teeth might rot if the woman got another word in. Molly greeted you as if you were her own daughter she hadn't seen in years. You felt valued, seen.

Until Eva was there, Fred invited her. You had to watch the only person you were able to love, introduce the only person he was able to love to his mother. It wasn't you. It would never be you.

And you realized, even after everything, Eva had once again found a way to be more loved than you.

The grin Molly broke out was nothing short of beautiful, and you couldn't help but smile as well. The smile wasn't directed towards you of course, and you sat on that small kitchen chair, celebrating a relationship that caused your ruin.

Eva didn't care that your friendship was over, nothing budged in her life. She still got the same attention, still received the same love from Fred. The same affection, the same attention and the same everything. Or so it seemed.

Though unlike Eva, Fred merely watched you with sad eyes.

You stayed clear of the couple and the rest. You hung out with Ginny and Hermione only, ignoring the dirty looks Ron and Harry gave you. The secret, whispered insults Eva threw your way. George didn't say anything, but he didn't object either. This was enough to show how he felt. At this point you really didn't care. Why would you, when they didn’t either?

You held your head high just like Ginny and Hermione told you to, and you spoke in a loud and clear tone whenever asked something. Eva didn't, she stuttered when you spoke to her directly. Her words scrambled against each other when she tried to voice her insults in louder statements than a whisper. For the first time, you felt relief. You felt intimidating, protected by the barriers you had built around yourself.

Longest day of summer hit, and it boiled. Tanning became a distant dream, you would bake in this weather, and you were thankful to the big AC box you had brought from home. You couldn't sleep that night, sweat beads falling down your forehead that was already covered in a thin sheen. You had decided to get a cold glass of water, not sure how you ended up face to face with Fred Weasley. His wand tip shone with blue light, and his freckles were much darker because of the sun. It seemed the sun decided to be cruel to Fred Weasley back and wash Fred over with it's deathly heat. He was sunburnt, this was an understatement. He was burnt.

You couldn't help but start laughing when you met, ignoring the proximity, ignoring the sleeping house, dead silent and a big leap from the lively Burrow, ignoring Fred's soft breaths he let out every other second. You couldn't live off on false hope anymore.

Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore, and your face quickly fell. You took a big step back and inhaled, ready to ignore him like you had been doing for the past year. But Fred Weasley was a persistent man, and he gripped your arm and looked at you with determined, doe-like eyes. "Tell me what I did wrong." he said, adamant on fixing this, whatever this was. You both didn't know.

You stood silent.

"Please flower,"

"Don't call me that." you said, stern and gaze sharp. Fred didn't react, he kept on insisting.

"Please, tell me how to fix this. I can fix it," he pleaded, a plethora of empty promises fell out of his lips like nothing. He lied like it was nothing, he was oblivious to everything he and everyone around them had put you through. It was infuriating.

You didn't say anything. You knew he would not fix anything but maybe staying silent would give him the false hope that spinned mockingly in your head for the past eighteen years.

"I'm sorry, just please. I can fix this, I promise, don't be like that." empty tears fell down from his eyes. He looked empty, tired. They lacked the charm they usually shined with and you wondered if it was only you that caused such dullness. Eye bags prominent that you never noticed before. It all felt like a lie, a cruel joke.

Fred Weasley was simply a cruel joke. His presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, especially when you down it like how Hagrid nurses a Firewhiskey filled pint glass. You never know how it will hit you. But in the end, you'd always find yourself curled next to the toilet, crying your eyes out because your headache was simply too much.

He was sobbing now, hanging onto your waist like you would simply vanish and you let him. The grip he had on was like steel vice - almost concerning - but you didn't touch him, didn't say anything. You just let him be, like he did to you. Allowed him to hopelessly hang off you before you would eventually leave him alone, like he did to you. "Where did I go wrong? How could we end up like this? What went wrong?"

‘You’, but your voice couldn’t be found.

Questions were useless when the answer was already right in front of his eyes. You didn’t let a single tear fall, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you cried in front of him.

You blinked, and that night was over. Summer continued on like nothing happened, like it didn't leave you heart broken and in such shame yet again. You continued on ignoring Fred as he looked at you with sorrowful eyes. Looked at you more, with more than he did his own girlfriend.

You blinked and the school year started again with another terror looming around the corner. There was simply no need to keep up anymore, because school was easy. You attended classes, got good grades, a few scar here and there from Umbridge's torture chamber, a woman who stood at a whopping five foot three yet still teriffied an entire school.

You blinked and you had already become a proud member of Draco's insult the Gryffindor's club. You didn't even feel bad, being horrible to the people you hated for years felt like a breath of fresh air. You didn't go as far as physically hurting any of your old friends, but coming up with damaging insults was such fun. A lot more fun than sitting around with a fake smile.

You blinked, and you were already moving out from your childhood house. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N were unusually happy, this was a given. They would have a new empty room and make another office, like they didn't have enough already. You feared they would start getting rid of bathrooms once too into their work, and they would have to do their business in bushes or buckets. Scratch that, you didn't fear that, it would be fucking hilarious.

You blinked, and when had time passed too quickly? Where did all those empty childhood years had gone? You were already graduating, on your way to become an Auror. You had lost contact with all your old friends now, regretfully Ginny and Hermione too.

The war had hit too quickly, luckily you survived, so did your friends. Unluckily, it left you with a nasty scar right across your left brow. It looked sick, but the hit wasn't worth it. It hurt like a bitch. You could see, it was a close call but vision wasn't an issue. The trauma though, god did Bellatrix's breath smell bad.

When it was all over, you had seen Fred hugging his family tightly. It seemed the Weasley's all survived, and you gave them each tight lipped smiles while holding a bunched up rag to your head to stop the blood gushing out. This wasn't the reunion you wanted to have with Ginny, but hey, you take what you can get after a revolutionary Wizarding war you barely made out alive.

Before a franticly running Fred could reach you though, you apparated to your flat in Diagon Alley, ignoring the thrumming of your heart, and how you practiced in front of a mirror to congratulate their successful joke shop that morning.

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An Exhibition of Muggle Duelling [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 2042

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Summary: Angry George is hot. He’s even hotter when he’s fighting. Based on that scene - you know the one - in Order of the Phoenix.

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Gryffindor had won.

It was supposed to be a happy occasion, despite the song Malfoy had gotten many of the Slytherin students to sing, but as you ran down the steps from the stand and onto the pitch, followed closely by Hermione, you realised something was wrong, Malfoy’s laughter being the most prominent sound.

You approached the Gryffindor team, wanting to make sure Harry was okay after the fall he took at the end of the game, though seeing Katie and Alicia hugging him assured you he would be fine.

“But we couldn’t find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see. We couldn’t fit in useless loser either - for his father, you know-“ you heard Malfoy jeer.

“You’d know all about being a useless loser, wouldn’t you Malfoy?” You spoke out, arriving by George’s side as his arm automatically moved to slide around your waist, his head turning in Malfoy’s direction, jaw clenching as he realised what he was talking about.

“Leave it,” Angelina looked towards you and the twins, particularly Fred who had taken a step in Malfoy’s direction, “Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he’s just sore he lost, the jumped-up little-“

Malfoy smirked in yours and Harry’s direction, a nasty look on his face as he sneered, “But you like the Weasleys, don’t you Potter? And you, L/n.”

He spat out your surname with a grimace. You felt George trying to move and gripped his wrist, running your thumb softly over his skin. He swallowed, hands curling into fists as he glared at the blonde boy.

“Spend holidays there and everything, don’t you?” Malfoy continued, laughing with his usual sidekicks, enjoying the way he was winding you all up, “Can’t see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you’ve been dragged up by muggles even the Weasley’s hovel smells okay-“

George suddenly lunged forward out of your reach, his name leaving your lips just as Harry caught his arm, pulling him back and holding onto him, trying to prevent him from pouncing on the blonde.

Angelina and Alicia were holding Fred back, helped by Katie who had a grip on his shirt and one of his shoulders, though he was still struggling to get away from them, pulling them forward as they dragged him back.

Malfoy laughed again, the sound piercing your ears and making you scowl, “Or perhaps you can remember what your mother’s house stank like, Potter, and Weasley’s pigsty reminds you of it. And don’t get me started on you, L/n. The fact you’d even allow a Weasley to touch you-“

“You git-“ you yelled, moving to grab your wand. But before you could even throw a hex at him, Hermione grabbed your waist, keeping you back as you realised Harry had let go of George, and they were both now on top of the blonde boy, having shoved him down into the mud, throwing punch after punch. You stopped struggling as much as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“Harry! Harry!! George!! No!”

The Gryffindor chasers yelled out their names, but couldn’t do much more as they were still holding Fred back, who was still trying to get to Malfoy.

You held your wand loosely but couldn’t bring yourself to use it, watching as your boyfriend’s fist collided with Malfoy’s nose, his muscles straining and abs prominent as his Quidditch shirt rode up, showing off his toned back as he threw more punches, easily blocking Malfoy’s weak attempts at fighting back. He was swearing at the Slytherin boy, angry growls escaping his lips and you felt your mouth drop a little.

Swallowing, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the scene, George’s ginger locks sticking to his forehead with sweat, both from the previous game and from fighting, a snarl on his face as he continued his attack.

You’d never seen him like this, so aggressive, so in control of his actual movements yet not his emotions as he allowed his anger to fuel him, his eyebrows furrowed, clenched fists accentuating the veins in his lower arms as he landed punch after punch, before suddenly Madam Hooch was yelling out, and he was hit by a spell, one that paused his actions - or rather, slowed them down.

Harry jumped to his feet, as the Quidditch coach yelled out, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Malfoy lay on the floor, curled in a ball however you could see his nose was bloody. Fred was still struggling to escape the grasp of the chasers. And George, his lip was swollen and he was breathing heavily, but otherwise he seemed okay, for which you were thankful.

He pulled his shirt back into place angrily, a string of curses being muttered under his breath. His hands were still pulled into fists, his biceps clenching under the jersey, his jaw tensing, before he and Harry headed up to the castle without another word, practically marching away angrily towards McGonagall’s office, under Madam Hooch’s orders.

Fred pulled himself away from the chasers, though he was careful not to hurt them, and they hesitantly released their grips, ready to pull him back again if he attempted to finish what his twin and Harry had started. He scowled as he turned towards the changing rooms, grabbing his broom and heading off.

Hermione let go of your waist and you stomped after Fred, who was grumbling under his breath, and though he nodded at you in reassurance he was okay, you knew the twins and anger didn’t usually end too well.

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No one seemed to want to celebrate Gryffindor’s win after the match. In fact, you were sat in the common room completely alone, waiting for your boyfriend (and Harry) to come back from being reprimanded by McGonagall. Fred had sullenly stomped to his room a while ago without a word, simply kicking the wall beside the stairs in anger as he passed by it.

Even Angelina - who you’d expected to have been happy by her first win as a new Captain - had retired to her own dorm room with a frown, along with Alicia and Katie.

The common room felt odd, being so quiet, but you appreciated the calm. That was, until the portrait door slammed open and two familiar - angry - faces stormed in.

You didn’t have chance to acknowledge Harry before George had pulled you up off the couch and, despite his split lip, he brought you into a rough kiss, one that made your toes curl and caused your greeting to become muffled, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed himself against you.

His tongue ran across your bottom lip, before pushing into your mouth, desperately kissing you as though it were the last thing he’d ever do. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

You weren’t aware he’d started moving you until your back hit the stone wall beside the fireplace, his hand moving to grab your bum, travelling to the back of your thigh to lift it round his waist, his hips pressing against yours.

“Did you hear what he was fucking saying?” He mumbled against your lips, parting briefly to take a breath before kissing you again, “‘Bout my parents, and Harry’s Mum. And you- Merlin he’s lucky he didn’t say much more about you, he’d have had more than a broken nose, I’ll tell you that much.”

Your breathing was heavy, fanning across his lips as you replied, “Trust me, if he’d said much more, I’d have been right there with you breaking more than just his nose.”

He hummed, his mouth hovering over yours as his eyes grazed over your face, your leg still resting around his waist, your hands now gripping his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” You asked. Perhaps a redundant question, considering the events of the day, however as George briefly screwed his eyes shut before opening them again, you knew he understand what you meant - there was something else bothering him, and he knew you could tell.

“‘M fine, love,” he gave you a quick nod, before sighing at your pointed eyebrow raise, “Aside from being banned from Quidditch.”

You blinked, not expecting that answer, lips parting in surprise as his hand moved from your hip to your thigh, tracing random shapes on the skin showing, “Wait McGonagall banned you? She wouldn’t do that! She adores your team! They don’t stand a chance of winning without you!”

“Not her, the toad. Gave me, Freddie and Harry a lifelong ban. Can she even do that?” He swore aloud, his head dropping to your shoulder and you ran a hand through his ginger hair.

“Oh Georgie,” you breathed out, your heart almost breaking at the idea of him losing out on something he loved so much, “I’m sorry to say but you know as well as I do... she can pretty much do whatever she wants, sadly. She’s got the Ministry behind her. I’m so sorry.”

Your gaze moved to the back of your hand, where you knew there was light scarring from a previous detention with her, knowing that if she could get away with something like this, then she’d do it.

“‘S not your fault, is it? Should’ve controlled myself and not fought Malfoy. No matter how much the git bloody deserved it,” George curled his hands into fists as memories of the fight danced through his mind, a snarl setting across his features as he buried his face into your shoulder.

“He definitely deserved it. Least you got in a few good punches, eh? And if it wasn’t you, it would’ve been Fred. If it makes you feel any better though...” you trailed off, causing George to look up at you in anticipation of your next words, “I kinda maybe definitely thought that it was hot, the way you fought Malfoy. Just a little bit.”

He looked you up and down with a smirk, seemingly calming down at the revelation of this new information, “Me fighting is hot is it?”

“Oh Godric yes. You’re sexy when you’re angry anyway, but seeing you punching Malfoy?” You bit your lip and he let out a low groan, “Baby, that was attractive.”

George grinned cheekily, though a tad too wide causing his lip to split again, making him swear and dab at it with the collar of his shirt, reaching his other hand out to squeeze your thigh, “Well now I know that I might cause fights more often.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, watching as his tongue darted out across the cut, before leaning up to press your lips against his again. He kissed back immediately, almost as if he was waiting for you to do it, then began trailing kisses down your jaw, your eyes fluttering closed, before he pulled away suddenly, making you open them again, ready to protest.

“What is it about me fighting?” He asked, the corner of his mouth curling up, as if he was trying not to smile too smugly.

“Now you’re just begging for compliments,” you shook your head.

“Humour me. Humour me and I’ll go back to kissing you,” he countered.

You rolled your eyes, absent-mindedly moving to stroke his biceps through the Quidditch jersey he was still wearing, “Couldn’t tell you if I wanted to. Guess it’s your muscles...”

You pressed your lips together as your gaze caught his, “And how strong you are.”

“Strong?”

You hummed, fingertips dancing up his arms and towards his shoulders, “Oh yeah. You could hold my wrists above my head and I could struggle with everything I have and you’d keep me in place with ease.”

“That a hint?” His voice had dropped a few octaves as he brushed his lips against yours gently, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and pinning them against the wall above your head as you shot him a cheeky grin, gazing up at him.

“A challenge.”

His free hand was already moving under the material of your skirt, as he casually glanced over his shoulder towards the staircase to the dorm rooms, before pressing himself against you further, his lips hovering over yours once more,

“Oh yeah? Then challenge accepted, love.”

[hops-hunny]

When He Sees Me

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.3k

Request: N/A

Summary:(Y/n) always thought she was too rational for love, until she wasn’t. (Based off of the song When He Sees Me from Waitress)

Warnings: Slight negative thoughts and angst but vast majority fluff and pining! Oh and positive use of the word fat.

A/N:  Fred is a little OOC in this?? But I honestly just imagine him as the type of guy to be sorta whipped if he really falls for someone.

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

(Y/n) had always been a rational girl. In her younger years at Hogwarts, as all her friends began to giggle and blush at their crushes, she kept her nose in her books. Although she was curious of what they were experiencing, the thought never lasted long in her mind due to what her mother had told her from a young age.

(Y/n) was about the age of 6, sitting on the floor near the couch as she colored humming to herself softly. She had noticed her mom was in a bad mood due to her being sprawled out on the couch many upon many empty bottles of alcohol littered the table. She wasn’t sure why her mother was so upset but ever since they had seen her father at the park with her babysitter last week her mom had been in this mood and her father hadn’t been back.

“(Y/n) dear, promise me something.” her mother muttered to her half asleep. The girl turned around smiling at her mom. Her mom gave her a weak smile back as she pet the top of the girls head. “Never give your heart to a man. He’ll only leave it in pieces.”

At the time, the girl obviously had no clue what she meant but the older she got and the more she saw the people in her life get their hearts broken time and time again she had developed a clue. So, she simply focused on anything that wasn’t romance. School, plants, knitting, you name it and that’s what she gave her attention to. Even though it wasn’t a conscious action, it still affected her deeply.

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

Although her friends described it to her many upon many of times, she still found herself absolutely clueless of what feelings of love was like. That's why when she saw him, she was confused by what was happening.

“Oh he’s simply lovely! He does this funny little things with his hands where-” Although (Y/n) was focused on her coursework, she was still listening to Diane as usual. She liked to listen to her friends retelling of experiences with lovers, soaking it in like a cheesy romance movie. She looked out the window needing a quick break from her work. Her breath hitched quietly as she placed a soft chubby hand over her heart feeling as it raced wildly in the chamber of her chest. Her body had a tingling sensation all over that she had never felt before as she felt herself get dizzy.

“W-who’s that?” she said in an airy tone, causing her friend to follow her gaze. There he stood, laughing and joking around with his friends pushing each other around. His ginger locks blew in the wind slightly and his skin glowed in the soft afternoon sun. 

“You mean you don’t know who that is? That’s Fred weasley! He’s like one of the most popular guys in our year. I can’t believe you just asked that.” She snickered some, teasing her friend. She stopped once she noticed the girl who was usually quick to snap back was unusually quiet. She smiled softly at her expression, noticing that look in her eyes. Whether (Y/n) knew it or not yet, she was absolutely enamoured with none other than Fred Weasley.

“I don’t like him. He makes me feel funny.” she said, however the way she looked out the window still said otherwise.

“Funny how?”

“I don’t know, just funny.”

“Like laugh funny or like funny funny?”

“Obviously not laugh funny, are you an idiot?” She asked, glaring at her blonde friend. She looked out the window once more. She noticed him look back causing her to gasp, eyes wide with shock. He winked at her causing her to scoff, pick her things up before shutting the library blinds and run off to who knows where.

Diane laughed to herself as she began to pack her own stuff up to go after her friend. She sighed before running quickly out the library to catch up.

“Ah, young love!”

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With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream?

“For the last time Diane, I’m not talking to him!” she said, slamming her book closed as she tossed it on the table in front of her. Her, Diane and a few of her other friends found themselves in the common room as they usually did on friday nights talking and gossiping about anything that came to mind. Today’s topic of discussion was the girl’s apparent “crush” as they called it. Considering she had nothing to base off of whether that’s what the funny feeling she had mentioned earlier in the week was, she decided to trust her friends in them saying that’s what it was.

“What? Oh come on, give me one good reason why you won’t.” Molly said, facing her friend her sharp green eyes boring into (Y/n)’s (e/c) ones. 

“Oh I can give you a PLETHORA of reasons why not!” the (y/h/h) girl exclaimed as she stood up. She began to pace, trying to rack her brain for good reasons on why not. “Aha! What if he butters both sides of his toast? Or-or what if he asks me too many questions on why I’m talking to him? Or if he’s as popular and well known as you say, what if he takes that as an excuse to ignore personal space boundaries and gets handsy?” 

“He’s a teenage boy, not a serial killer. Someone’s been watching too much muggle crime specials.” Molly said as she rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back into the couch. (Y/n) glared at her friend, letting out an exasperated sigh as she facepalmed. It wasn’t like she didn’t wanna do anything about these feelings. She most certainly did. Whatever would get rid of them the quickest is the route she wanted to take.

“Well, you could always let him know another way!” Ronnie said as they looked up at their friend. “You’ve got so many skills and talents, why not take advantage of it?” Although Ronnie wasn’t very talkative, whenever they opened their mouth they always said something that made perfect sense.

“As per usual Ronnie, you’re the voice of reason. Merlin bless Ronnie for all of eternity!” (Y/n) exclaimed dramatically as she got on her knees, pretending to worship her friend like a god. 

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(Y/n) had been doing just that, making herself known to Fred without making herself known. The (y/h/h) girl had wanted to be anonymous about it, leaving things without her name however Diane pointed out the fact that (Y/n) had “the presence of a ghost” and that “even ghost had more of a presence then her” which meant that even if she did attach her name to the things left Fred would have no idea who it was. Because to be frank (Y/n) was, well, a nobody. 

She noticed this little ‘talent’(if you could even call it that) first year when her teachers would mark her as absent despite her being in the front row of the class and having some of the highest marks. She seemed to fly by unnoticed by all but her small group of friends which they all found funny, especially with Diane being one of the most popular girls in their grade if not all of Hogwarts. 

So, she started off small. She’d leave little notes for him in places she knew he’d find them, usually his first or last class of the day, and his seat in the great hall. She would watch him as he’d read them, flushing sometimes as he read them. However, his usual response was to read them out loud to George, bragging about how a pretty girl was leaving him notes.

“Ah listen to this one, Georgie! ‘Here’s a quidditch tip for you Fred. I noticed that when you’re on your broom you have a habit of going to the right which is why you often get stopped. Try switching it up sometimes! However, that’s not the only thing I’ve noticed. Somehow despite being in that dorky quidditch outfit, you still look just as fit as usual. Yours truly, (Y/n).’” He smirked at that part, a chorus of ‘ooo’s from his friends.

“Although she may be blind to say that, she does know her quidditch! Sounds like a catch if you ask me. I’m surprised she didn’t go for me, the better twin.” George said, choking on his toast as Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

Diane nudged her friend, glancing at her. She laughed as she saw her friend’s round face buried in a book to hide the overwhelming amount of shyness that was overcoming her. Even though this had become a regular thing, she still couldn’t stop the way her heart would race every time Fred would read one of the letters aloud. 

To avoid the notes becoming repetitive, she started to switch it up every once in a while. Baked goods, hand knitted scarfs and gloves, even flowers with meanings behind them made their way into Fred’s ownership. However, the more things he got the more not only him but other people became curious. Who was (Y/n) (L/n)?

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that

Molly was currently trying to catch up to her soft friend, a sympathetic look on her face. “Why not? I think you should just go up to him and tell him! So many other girls have tried, claiming to be you.” she said, catching the other girl’s attention. She bumped into her as the (h/c) girl abruptly stopped. She turned to look at her friend with tears in her eyes causing her to look down at her agape.

“Do you wanna know why I haven’t just gone up to him yet? Do you really?” She said above a whisper as she looked up at her tall friend, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. “It scares me. It scares me even fucking more than what I feel for him does. Fred is just so..he’s funny, talented, popular. Who wouldn’t want him?” she choked out, looking away. “What if when he sees me, he doesn’t like me? Whenever he reads my notes or gets one of my gifts he always mentions how beautiful (Y/n) must be.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with that. Now I see what my mom was talking about.” she said as she walked off leaving Molly confused by the last part of her statement. She frowned hearing her friend’s words but she knew her better than to chase after her when she was upset. She turned the other way, walking quickly in hopes she’d make it to her lecture not too late. However, a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye didn’t go unnoticed but it did slip her mind when she saw her friend later.

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him to

(Y/n) sat in the library at a table by herself. It was a friday, usually she’d spend this time with her friends in the commons. However, after the never ending pestering to just talk to him, to face him she told them she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d be retiring early. It wasn’t a lie, she had completely planned on getting some much needed rest but as she lay in bed tossing and turning her restlessness turned into frustration leading her to read a bit to clear her mind. Reading was what she enjoyed doing when she wanted to clear her mind or simply escape the insufferable reality she was living in. But after she found herself reading the first line to chapter three 10 times she placed her bookmark between her pages, looking out the window.

It was if the universe was taunting her from the sight in front of her. There he stood, talking to another girl from their year. She couldn’t recall the girls name but it wasn’t that important, she was beautiful. She sighed as Fred laughed at something the girl said, patting her head before walking away. ‘It’s better this way. He can’t see you which means he can’t reject you which means you won’t get hurt’ is what she kept telling herself. However if that was the truth, then why did she feel so empty inside?

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(Y/n) laughed along with her friends as they sat in the empty common room. Everyone from their house was Merlin knows where at this time as they all shared their intimate horror stories.

“Oh come on, that did NOT happen.” she said through laughs, eating another chocolate from the box on the table. Her cheeks hurt from the amount she had been laughing. Diane was in the midst of telling what happened during her recent sexual endeavor with some guy from her herbology class.

“I swear he did! His face was green and everything! Next thing I know he was blowing chunks off the side of the bed. I offered to take him to the infirmary but he didn’t hear me through his tears so I just made my exit as swift as possible!” she said laughing as well, face red from how much she had laughed through the telling of the story. They all continued to howl with laughter, someone else’s laughing triggering someone else to laugh even more. (Y/n) was the laugh one left laughing as her friends all began to grow quiet. 

“G-guys? Why’d you stop? Who’s next?” she said, looking at Molly who was on her left and Ronnie who was on her right. 

“Um, don’t look how (Y/n) but Fred Weasley is coming this way.” Diane said, causing the girl to stop breathing briefly.

“W-what?!” she whispered loudly, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah and um don’t freak out, but he’s looking directly at you. No pressure though!” Molly said, giving her a rough pat on her back as she offered the girl a smile. The (h/c) haired girl glared up at her. As Fred grew closer, their voices grew quieter.

“Why wouldn’t that make me nervous?!” she said through gritted teeth as she pulled on Molly’s curls causing the girl to let out a quick ‘ow!’. She chuckled nervously. “Well, we have nothing to worry about! It’s not like he knows who I am!” she said as she relaxed some, closing her eyes as she leaned back. She heard footsteps stop in front of her causing her eyes to shoot open as she looked at the ground. Huh. Those shoes didn’t look like Ronnie’s shoes. Matter of fact, they didn’t look like Diane’s either. Or Mo- oh no. She looked up, arms folded across her abdomen self consciously as she looked up at the man in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

He was in a white shirt, some spots see through from what she assumed was a mix of sweat and water. His flaming hair was mostly dry but damp in some spots and he adorned a pair of sweatpants that made him look quite godly in her opinion. If she had to guess, he had just gotten back from quidditch practice. It was weird for her to be this close to him intentionally. The only time she found herself close to Fred was when they’d walk past each other in the hall or when their classes would go by each other due to a required location change for the lesson. Therefore she had never been able to see the freckles on his knuckles, the barely noticeable acne scars that adorned his forehead, or even the way his Irish spring’s shower gel smelled oh so heavenly.

“I’ve been all around the castle for weeks, months even. I think the main reason it took me so long was not only the fact that I haven’t really seen you up close before, but all the other birds claiming to be you. It was like that one muggle film, what’s it called? Cinderfeller?” he pondered for a moment looking off.

“I-it’s Cinderella.” Ronnie chimed in, giving him an awkward smile. They were all quite stunned. Although they all knew that this wild goose chase couldn’t go on forever, they didn’t expect it to be Fred of all people to approach first. They were sure (Y/n) would reveal herself on her own time but it seemed that they weren’t the only one’s getting impatient with the girl’s excuses and whys.

“Right, thank you. So I set off, making a list of every girl in our year in the castle- with the help of George and Dean of course- and we spoke to quite literally all of them. It was easy to weed out the fakes because they couldn’t answer questions related to some of the gifts I had received. So by the process of elimination that leaves you, love. Are you (Y/n)?” He said, crouching down to her level. As hues of brown met hues of (e/c) it was much too intimate for the girl to handle. She sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“W-well I am a (Y/n). I’m sure there’s plenty of others in the castle!” she retorted letting out a forced laugh, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. Was the common room always this warm? 

“If I recall correctly, weren’t you bragging the other day about being the only (Y/n) in the castle? You said and I quot-” a quick stomp of (Y/n)’s foot on Diane’s caused the blonde to quickly stop whatever she was in the middle of saying. Fred looked down at the (h/c) hair girl with a quirked brow and knowing smirk. She was caught red handed. Without another word, he quickly pulled her off the couch with ease, dragging her along with him. She tried protesting and looking at her friends for help but they all simply waved and smiled at her, making kissy faces and noises. ‘Idiots’ she thought as she rolled her eyes. Fred continued to guide her, the path to where they were going looking awfully familiar until they arrived at the astronomy tour.

“Listen Fred, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know you were probably expecting (Y/n) to be someone who looks like Diane, or hell, even Molly’s dumbass but I’m not. I’m just me.” She began as she walked to the edge, looking off the balcony. “I know now that you’ve seen me you’re probably disappointed. I’ve seen the girls you hang around all the time and they’re bloody gorgeous and-”

“So are you.” he whispered, causing her to whip her head around quickly.

“Pardon?” she responded with glassy eyes. The girl wasn’t too sure why her eyes began to water from three simple words. They weren’t the usual three words that cause or evoke such an emotional response but they felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. Her eyes followed the lanky guy as he walked over to her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ear as he interlocked their hands. Long, skinny and defined calloused hands meeting her soft thicker but smaller ones.

“So. Are. You. Beauty is such a fluid thing. There’s no one way to be beautiful, lovely. Museums have many unique and beautiful forms of art and so does life.” He let his hands wander on her sides, gliding up and down her love handles, waist, and hips. He took one of his hands to tilt her head up oh so gently. “If you were a sculpture, you’d be made of the finest of marble by the most talented of sculptors. Hell, if I wasn’t so bloody bad with art I’d sculpt you myself but I don’t think I’d be doing you much justice. It’d be a monstrosity.” he said, shuddering at the idea of him doing anything art related. (Y/n) found herself giggling at that.

“If only you applied this verbiage to your coursework. Perhaps you’d actually be doing decent.” she remarked as she continued to laugh. Fred gasped a bit before joining in as well with his own laughter. As the laughter died down, he lifted a hand caressing her cheek, thumb sweeping across the smooth skin. She found his eyes to see they were filled with adoration. “Fred Weasley, are you whipped for me?” she spoke softly as if she had said it any louder, that he’d simply disappear.

“I have been since the first time I saw you.” He responded, his own cheeks flushing a bit with a light crimson. She looked at him puzzled a bit before her eyes widened slightly.

“You remember that? That was months ago!” she noted. He grinned at that, pulling her closer.

“Of course I do. Imagine my delight when I found out that beautiful girl who slammed the blinds shut on me happened to be the girl my heart was slowly going out to with every note and kind gesture you sent my way. Merlin is definitely on my side.  Although I must be honest,” he looked away for a bit before lookin back at her. “The list was a huge help, but I also couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the hallway that day. However I knew then wasn’t the right time to approach you, I assumed you would’ve just been more upset over the fact I was eavesdropping a bit.” he mumbled. She opened her mouth to question what conversation before she recalled what she had said to Molly that day in the hallway.

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with myself. Now I see what my mom was talking about.”

“Hearing you speak so lowly about yourself upset me quite a bit. I wanted to plan out what I was going to say a bit more and also make sure it was actually you.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things about myself. I usually don’t say such things like that, I’m very confident in the way I look. To me, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous but I know everyone isn’t so open minded.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground. “I’m also new to this whole feelings thing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”

Now, it was Fred’s turn to become speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears, he had the honor, no, the privilege of being the first guy to be such a sublime goddess of a woman? He felt his ears heat up and he knew he had to look absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t blame you, I am one hell of a guy!” He said, flexing his arms as he flashed her a cheeky grin. (Y/n) scoffed some, shoving him away as she rolled her eyes playfully. She pondered for a second before standing on her tippy toes planting a kiss on his cheek...or at least that’s what she had planned. Fred being Fred turned his head last moment wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed his lips into hers. She gasped softly, chills running up her spine again as her body tensed.

Even this was her first time having a kiss, she could tell this was a feeling she’d be craving nonstop. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Fred down to her height. The ginger boy smirked into the kiss, trailing his hands all along her soft frame practically melting at the feeling. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, cupping the pillowy flesh between his large hands causing the (y/h/h) to moan softly. The Gryffindor pulled away, biting and pulling her bottom lip along with him.

“So, I have a question for you then…”He started, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt the warmth of his minty breathe hit her face as she looked into his eyes expectantly. “Do I really have a tendency to go to the right when I play quidditch? Because in my opinio-”

“Fred! Really?!”

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dream a dream of me ii | f.w. x reader

word count: 1391

warnings: angst, teen drama bullshit, mean fred

a/n: no smut in this one i’m sorry guys. part iii will have tons though.

snow fell in fat, fluffy flakes outside the windows of the burrow as you and ginny crept, barefoot, down the stairs, trying not to wake anyone. luna was supposed to meet the two of you in the fields between her house and the weasleys’ where she would apparate you all to a supposedly underground club in the city centre of london. she’d seen it in a muggle gossip magazine and the plan for the three of you to go had been in the works for months. and now that you were all home for the christmas holidays, it was a go. but of course, as the two of you reached the bottom level of the burrow, almost to the backdoor where you would slip soundlessly into the dark, starry night, two voices chorused from the kitchen, “where are you two sneaking off to?”

“bloody hell,” ginny cursed under her breath, straightening and facing her brothers.

you did the same, apprehensively, but only let your eyes meet one of the twins’. after all, that’s where a girlfriend would be looking, right? with a guilty little smile up at her boyfriend from under her lashes? you felt pretty confident in that assessment and proceeded to give george your very best oops look. and because fred wasn’t looking at his brother—he was glaring quite seriously down at you—george gave you a roll of his eyes. it seemed to say, how long are you two going to keep this up?

you dropped the innocent charade and stiffened like someone had dropped ice down the back of your dress, crossing your arms over your chest and jutting out your chin. you thought george knew more than he should about what was going on between you and fred—whatever that even was.

ever since that night in the tower’s common room, when you’d thought fred had been asking you out when, really, he only wanted you for a quick shag, you’d been all over george.

or, at least, you were pretending to be.

how could you say otherwise when you had told fred he was the mistaken one, that you wanted his twin and not him? and so you’d gone to george the next day and asked him out with you—to which he had laughed uproariously. your cheeks had turned brilliant crimson, but you’d held your ground and george said yes. eventually. when he stopped laughing enough to answer properly.

but george, though usually more of an execution man than a strategist and planner, had figured out your game pretty quick, and was seemingly more than happy to help you out. seeing that muscle in fred’s jaw feather and his teeth clench so hard it looked like they may shatter at any moment when you touched george—even casually—brought george to laughter without fail every time and grew the vindictiveness that had taken root in you.

fred only wanted you for sex? fine. you would fuck his brother.

“if we want to come with you, do we have to put on little dresses, too?” george inquired.

ginny gave him a long look. “much as i’d love to see you two in a dress like mine, you’re not coming with.”

“so that’s a yes about the dress code?” george shot back.

ginny was in the middle of replying to her brother when fred whipped out, “you’re not going out in that outfit.” and though he was probably talking to both of you, his eyes were burning into yours. the freckles dusting his cheeks were lit with a faint pink and you wondered if it was the sight of you in your skimpy little dress causing it, or his anger.

“it’s not really your place to say,” you replied with a shrug. “ginny and i are both big girls. and we’ve got our wands.”

george grinned so wide you thought it might tear his skin as he asked, “and where did you hide a wand under that tight little thing, princess?”

ginny gagged. loudly. but before she could complain about her brothers or you or the both of you, fred interrupted, and he looked murderous. the expression made george smile wider. “neither of you are leaving this house dressed like that.”

ginny made a noise of unbelievable exasperation, eyes to the ceiling like she was asking some greater power for something to smite her older brothers with. you weren’t too off from doing the same. “fine! if you two don’t tell mum, you can come.”  

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the heat of the club was a welcome reprieve from the biting winter air of london. heat charms could only do so much, after all.

the blacked-out room was packed with gyrating bodies and sound reverberating off the walls. multicoloured lights permeated the air and so did fred’s…mood.

it was safe to say he was less than pleased with you, but you pretended you were none the wiser, wrapping yourself around george and pulling him into the fray as luna and ginny wandered off to the bar to see if they could work a charm on the bartender to serve them something.

as you danced—rather lamely, you might add—with george, you wondered what it was in you that made you prefer his brother over him. why did you prefer the one being a colossal prick? george was attractive enough— identical to his twin, save for minuscule differences most people never saw—and in fact was apparently just your type. acting purely on impulse and the feeling of fred’s eyes on your back, you lunged for george and threw your arms about his neck, pulling his head down enough that you could reach his mouth on your tiptoes, and kissed him. hard.

you felt george startle against you, jerking in surprise and going still. you drew back panting, your eyes imploring as they searched his. “please,” you whispered. “please kiss me back.”

“you and fred are so going to owe me for this bullshit,” he muttered before taking your mouth with his own. he tasted like faded peppermint and butterbeer; his mouth was warm and his lips soft, but there was nothing in you urging you to keep going but that vengeful desire to make fred hurt as much as he’d hurt you.

but maybe you were doing this for nothing, if fred was just going to let you keep snogging his brother—maybe he really only wanted a quick shag and didn’t care about you beyond that and you were just the stupid girl who—

“you bloody prick,” fred growled before ripping george off of you. you stared, wide-eyed, up at him, your heart dancing in your chest, the mutlicoloured lights flashing overhead flashing in your vision like exploding stars.

george wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. “fuckin’ finally,” he groaned with a final roll of his eyes before slipping into the throng further and further until you lost sight of him.

you were still breathing heavy, though whether from kissing george or from the excitement of fred pushing his brother away from you, you couldn’t tell. the two of you stood opposite each other, not touching but close enough to, if either of you just reached and made the leap.

“you’re being pathetic,” fred sneered.

you staggered back a step, as if the blow had been physical. something twisted in your stomach, in your chest, and you blinked slowly, trying to process the words, to rearrange them in a way that made sense. your eyebrows screwed up, and you hoped your pause hadn’t been too long—long enough for fred to read the hurt in your eyes before you masked it. “for kissing my boyfriend?” you asked dubiously. “i’m pathetic for kissing my boyfriend, is that what you’re saying?”

an ugly expression twisted his face. “yeah, guess so.” and before you could reply, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

you stared, dumbfounded, after fred. what the hell was that? was all you could think. how long could you go on this way, letting fred run your feelings? how long before george spilled the beans to his twin? how long before ginny figured it out and did the same? the questions spun around you until you were dizzy and you had no answers at all for any of them.