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George Weasley x reader with prompt 76 from the 100 prompts list with George saying it to the reader right before the battle of Hogwarts and they get separated during the battle but find each other when it’s over and PLEASE DON’T MAKE FRED DIE. Thx!

I Thought I’d Lost You

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You were sat with Luna when Neville came through the portrait announcing he had a surprise, you turned to Luna raising an eyebrow in question before looking back to see Harry Potter stood before you all. Immediately everyone was on their feet, welcoming him back before he told you all he was looking for something, the only problem; he didn’t know what he was looking for or where it was. Luna mentioned the lost diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw but that wasn’t possible, the thing had been lost for centuries, nobody who was alive today had seen it. That thought lasted half a second until you realised that nothing is impossible, Fred and George taught you that much. When Ginny ran in announcing Snape’s discovery you all turned to Harry before he told you his plan.

You stood in your houses line as Snape spoke, slow and calculated, trying your hardest not to fidget as you waited for Harry. Hopefully Remus and the Order would be here soon, tensions were rising and it was only a matter of time before Voldemort struck.

“I invite them to step forward…now.” Snape finished, the hall stayed quiet for a few moments before Harry stepped out of line and began to confront Snape. Gasps and murmurs could be heard from around the room as he began talking.

“It seems that despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you still have a bit of a security problem, headmaster.” With that the halls to the Grand Hall opened and in walked the Order of the Phoenix. Your eyes immediately settled on George who was scanning the room before he found you, ‘you okay?’ He mouthed and you nodded back slightly, not taking your eyes off him.

“How dare you stand where he stood?” You heard Harry begin, students had moved to accommodate the Order’s entrance and you took this as your chance to edge closer to George. “Tell then how it happened that night. Tell them how you looked him in the eyes, a man who trusted you, and killed him!” Your head shot around, finally looking away from George as you looked between Snape and Harry. You and many of the students gasped when Snape pulled his wand on Harry, even louder gasps could be heard when Professor McGonagall pushed Harry aside, her own wand trained on Snape as everyone stepped back, giving her room. You watched as Snape faltered before edging further back, a few rows from George. His eyes flickered from you to Snape, his own wand raised. You watched in amazement as McGonagall fired spell after spell at Snape until he retreated. Once he was gone, and McGonagall lit the castle up, you ran to George who wrapped his arms tightly around you. He started mumbling calming words into your hair, rubbing your back as you relaxed into him.

The celebration was cut short as you heard girls begin to scream before you heard Voldemort himself. You gripped onto George as Voldemort tried to convince you all to give him Harry in favour of not being killed and not having your home be destroyed. You glared at Pansy as she tried to get someone to grab him as you joined the circle that had formed around Harry, George’s arms still wrapped around you.

The hallways were filled with people running around, you could understand the panic but right now it wasn’t helping. You heard Professor McGonagall securing the castle when George grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him. Looking out the window as he pulled you, you saw the protection spells settling over Hogwarts and watched the spells Voldemort sent to destroy it. You breathing began to stutter slightly but your outer appearance remained calm.

“Stay with me, ok?” George said as he pulled you along to follow Kingsley, Remus and Fred. You brushed past Remus and Kingsley as George led you further into the castle. Once you three had got to the part of the castle you were to secure George let go off you, leaning against the wall with Fred.

“You okay, Freddie?” He asked, no trace of his usual humour when talking to his twin.

“Yeah.” Fred told him, not sounding very convincing but you couldn’t blame him. You felt terrified and stayed with you back pressed to the wall, a few steps behind the twins.

“Me too.” George told him, a smile on his face, drawing one from Fred. Always trying to stay strong for the other. They were good at that, putting up a strong front.

“Y/N?” George asked, turning to look at you.

“I’m good.” You told them, same amount of conviction in your voice as Fred causing George to smile at you. You tried your best to return it but struggled. He saw your eyes were wet, you were doing your best to contain your emotions but once he pulled you into his arms, a few tears slid down your face. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “it’s going to be over soon.” You pulled out of the hug, seeing his eyes were glazed over, and pulled him into a breathtakingly, hard kiss. It was messy but you just needed to do it in case, in case- you couldn’t even finish the thought. Tears were freely rolling down your face as you pulled back, lips red and swollen as you whispered against them, “I love you George.” He didn’t tell you off for making it sound like goodbye, instead he pulled you in for a softer kiss before pulling back completely, “I love you too. Y/N.”

You heard someone shouting for help, no one else seemed to be around, preferring the bit of safety inside the castle provided them. You looked at George, a demand on his lips for you to stay but before he could say anything you were running towards the screaming, wand out and ready. “Y/N!” You heard him shout but knew you had to do something to help.

You helped the first year, getting her to a group of older students before you found yourself on the balcony of one of the floors, looking out at the quidditch pitch that was being engulfed by fire. You took a deep, not very calming, breath before you prepared yourself for what was to come.

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Watching with wide, watery eyes as Voldemort’s army tore into the protections around Hogwarts, you prayed that George was going to be ok. You prayed that it’d be quick. From your position you could see Remus and hoped he’d be OK, you knew he had just had a kid. Merlin, how was any of this happening?

You watched in horror as Voldemort’s army stormed into Hogwarts, a large part of you wanted to hide away. Wanted to find George and hide under a blanket with him like you did whenever either of you were scared or had a nightmare. This was the biggest nightmare you were experiencing and yet you knew you wouldn’t be waking up. You knew you had to fight though it wasn’t your war, wasn’t even your battle, but you knew you had to fight. His army made the protections around Hogwarts seem like nothing as they easily tore through, you heard McGonagall shouting from someone below your position for everyone to get back inside and let out a deep breath. Merlin, you wished you’d stayed with Fred and George.

You let out a gasp as a death eater appeared beside you and ducked out of the way of one of his spells, quickly you shot back your own, thankful for the extra Defence lessons. By the time you’d dealt with the death eater, two more had appeared next to you, one shot a spell that sent a huge cut across your leg whilst you quickly disarmed and petrified the other. You duelled with the second death eater, trying to ignore the sting in your leg when she fell to the floor, your looked up and saw Mr Weasley. You gave him a quick smile. He turned back and ran towards Kingsley as you fired off a ‘stupefy’ towards an unsuspecting death eater. You quickly dodged out of the way of falling brick, backing into a death eater, you let out a groan as you began duelling. You looked at the wall next to the death eater and raised a brow, the school was falling apart anyway, might as well get to blow something up.

“Bombarda Maxima!” You shout and watch the wall crush the death eater. “Ow.” You murmured as you were thrown back, landing on your cut leg. Your hand shot to your head, ignoring the trace of blood as you listen to Voldemort call back his army, “I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat.” You heard his threats as you shakily stood and made your way back to the main quarter of the castle, leaning heavily on the wall as you did.

Your eyes widen as you look around at the destruction that had been caused, you took in the countless dead bodies and injured students and teachers before your eyes settled on one family in particular. “No.” You murmured, your legs refusing to work as you saw Fred laying, unmoving, on the floor. You watched George move out of Mr Weasley’s hold to throw his arms around Ron.

“Ge-George.”  You managed to choke out. He turned to you, tears running down his face and let out a breath as he ran towards you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “I-is he, George, is he-” You couldn’t even bare to say the words. “He needs a healer. He’s alive, but he’s-” here George paused to let out a sob, “Y/N, I don’t know if he’s gonna make it.” Over his shoulder you saw a nurse you didn’t recognise settle down next to Fred and pulled her wand out getting to work. “He’s gonna be ok, Georgie, he’s gonna be fine.” You whispered into his neck, hands running through his hair. “I’m so frightened. I’m so bloody scared.” He whispered to you and you just held him tighter because there were no words in the entire English language that you could say to make anything better.

The pair of you moved to sit next to the family, Ron having excused himself but you knew he played an important role in this too, knew information Harry had entrusted him with. You sat holding George’s hand, his grip on you bruising but you didn’t mind. Tears ran down your face as you stared at Fred, George’s head resting on yours as you watched the healer move her wand rapidly. No words were exchanged between the Weasley clan as they all looked on.

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When you see everyone leaving the hall you stood, George following too even though it was clear all he wanted to do was stay and look over his brother. You gasp and cling to George as you see Voldemort’s army walk into the courtyard, or what was left of it.

“Who is that Hagrid’s carrying?” You heard Ginny ask, your eyes darting over to Hagrid large frame before you let out a choked gasp, eyes widening when you realise just who it is.

“Harry Potter…is dead.” Your heart aches at the words, tears appearing in your eyes. Ginny dove forward, Mr Weasley grabbing her before Voldemort got to her. “Harry Potter is dead.” Voldemort confirmed. You looked around at the sea of faces all with disbelief written on them. “Harry Potter is dead!” Voldemort yells again, gaining a laugh from his followers, several sobs could be heard from around you. George nudged you as Neville stepped forward, your eyes squinting as he stopped before Voldemort.

“We lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us, in here. All of them are. They didn’t die in vain. But you will because you’re wrong.” After his speech he pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the hat, causing a few people to let out a gasp. You let out a cheer when you saw Harry push his way out of Hagrid’s arms. Laughed at Voldermort’s fear. George tugged you into the castle and wrapped you in his arms, you looked and saw Fred was missing, turning to look at George he whispered that Fred had been taken to Saint Mungos. You watched wide-eyed as Mrs Weasley killed Bellatrix, George kissing your head.

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Not long after it was announced that Harry had, finally, killed Voldemort, you and the Weasley Clan, plus Harry and Hermione, sat in the waiting room of Saint Mungo’s waiting for any news about Fred. Up until now you’d ignored the pain in your leg, your pain didn’t seem much considering you were sat waiting to see if your best friend was going to live or die, but as you pulled your pants leg up George gasped at you, attracting the attention of his family.

“Y/N, why didn’t you mention anything?” The cut of your leg was deep, really deep. When a nurse was called over she was shocked you hadn’t passed out from blood loss yet, guess adrenaline really did help when you were in pain. As the nurse healed it you leaned your head on George’s shoulder and shut your eyes. The next time you opened them was when George shook you awake, your leg healed, and a wide grin on his face.

“Fred’s alive! C’mon, c’mon, let’s go!” He pulled you up and into Fred’s room, where a pale Fred sat upright drinking potions a tired looking nurse gave him. When he saw you two in the room he grinned and started asking you both hundreds of questions which you answered, the humour that had been drained from them now back in full swing, even if Fred was weak and going to be stuck on bed rest for a few weeks.

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“Now that Fred’s home and feeling better,” Mrs Weasley began, “let’s make the most of the holidays before we begin working on Hogwarts so that you can go back and have one normal year.” Everyone around the table grinned and clinked their glasses together before digging in.  

It had taken a few weeks but Fred was back home. Things were finally looking up for everybody, you and George had been going to Hogwarts, along with most other members of the family, to see where you could help. A proper team was being put together so it was organised and rebuilt faster and more efficiently. You had all attended funerals and spent many days not moving from the house, trying to come to terms with everything. There were bad days but after everything that was witnessed, who was surprised.

After you had eaten everyone moved to the garden. The entire Weasley family was here, even Charlie who was so cool and would talk about dragons with you all day. Staring at the setting sun you looked over at George and pressed a kiss to his lips, he smiled and deepened the kiss before pulling away. You looked at his face and saw he was deep in thought before he jumped up shouting a “be right back” over his shoulder before running upstairs. You looked towards Fred with a questioning look, but he just grinned at you before you shrugged to yourself and joining back in with the group.

Five minuets or so later, George came back down the stairs looking nervous and red. You raised a brow at him wondering just what he was planning, he grinned at you before coming over and standing in front of you.

“Hey,” He laughed nervously, “so, Merlin this is awkward. I love you so much and after everything that’s happened recently its really put things into prospective for me and I want you in my life, always. I can’t picture a life without you in it,” at this point everyone’s attention was on the two of you, “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you Y/N Y/L/N so would you do be the honour of marrying me?” Your eyes filled with tears, honestly all you had done since the beginning of the battle is cry, at least this time it was happy tears. Your lack of response caused George’s grin to falter but you were quickly standing up and throwing your arms around him, leaning upwards to kiss him. He immediately responded back just as eagerly until you were pulled apart by Fred clearing his throat. “You know if you marry him, I’m a package deal?” He asked causing you to laugh and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Is that a yes?” George asked, a ring held between his fingers. “Merlin’s beard! Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!” You laughed before pulling him into another kiss as everyone around you cheered.

Making the Change From Friends to Lovers

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In your defence you hadn’t meant to drink so much. It was only meant to be a few drinks in the common room to celebrate winning the quidditch match and somehow you had ended up on the field outside of Hogwarts staring up at the sky, watching the clouds pass. Admittedly, drinking so much wasn’t your best idea.

The shots also weren’t the best idea either.

You sat up quickly, too quickly, causing your head to spin. You just giggled as you rolled you head around, spotting a blonde headed figure not too far from you.

“Draco!” You yelled happily as you stood up, albeit clumsily. You watched as his head snapped in your direction and he made his way over to you.

You’d known Draco since first year but hadn’t gotten along too great then but in second year Professor Snape assigned him to help you in potions and from then on the pair of you got along famously.

That friendship also came with the added bonus of having a crush on the Malfoy heir. It was easy to deal with most of the time, even with Parkinson rubbing herself against Draco constantly. Still having a crush on the guy who only saw you as a best friend had its difficult moments.

“Y/N?” Draco questioned as he got closer to you, practically catching you as you hugged him, it was more of a fall really. “Are you...drunk?” He asked.

“Celebrations were happening, Draco, just cause you wanted to make potions or whatever with Snape doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have fun.” You giggled against his chest.

“Yes, seems like you’ve had all the fun.” Draco drawled, moving so his arm was around your waist as he tried to lead you back to the castle.

“No!” You protested, moving out of his arms and plopping down onto the grass. “I want to stay here, look it’s so pretty.” The lake was glistening in the distance, the sky was blue with soft white clouds passing by and the grass was decorated with an array of coloured flowers.

Draco just laughed as he sat down next to you.

He liked you too, of course he did, how could he not? You were smart, beautiful, kind. The list really went on. He struggled with his crush on you, knowing his father would not approve of a relationship with a half blood and, sure, maybe once upon a time Draco would have never contemplated a relationship with anyone but a pureblood but he really liked you.

He’d spoken to his godfather about it many times, knowing the man was perhaps one of the few people who wouldn’t tell his father. Severus hardly offered advice, claiming he didn’t involve himself with school boy crushes, but he had told Draco to do what he wanted, not what his father expected. He told him he’d regret it if he didn’t at least take a chance. That conversation had been exactly what Draco had needed and he came up with a plan to ask you out. It wasn’t overly complicated, he was just going to invite you to go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip, have a meal, walk around a little and then at the end of it, if things went well, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend.

It was a great plan. Too bad they never work out.

You rested your head on Draco’s shoulder, sitting so you were pressed against him. He looked down at you and smiled, he really wanted you to be his. Since fourth year he had known he’d liked you but at that age girls were still gross, it was only part way through fifth year were he realised he really wanted to be with you.

“What were you doing anyway?” You asked, closing your eyes as you rested against him.

“I was with Severus.” He said confirming your earlier statement quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere. “He was going over the career guidance information.”

“You should do potions, maybe teach? I dunno, you’re good at teaching the younger kids.” You mumbled, giggling at the memories of Draco surrounded by a cluster of first and second year who were lost in potions.

“It’s something I could see myself doing, but father would expect me to work for the ministry.” He told you causing you to sit up and roll your eyes.

“Lucius is a dick.” You slurred causing Draco to roll his eyes fondly, the adoring smile never leaving, he’d heard this speech many times, all different topics coming to the same conclusion of ‘Lucius is a dick’. If it were anyone else tarnishing his father’s reputation, he would have argued but with you the things he could say was…

“God, I really want to kiss you.” Shocking himself as he did.

“Wait, insulting your dad was all it took? But I do that all the time.” You pouted causing Draco’s eyes to widen - did you like him too then?

He risked everything with you as he leaned forward but didn’t have to worry for too long as you leaned forward and met him halfway, pressing your lips together. It was so much more than both of you had imagined. Draco’s hand came up to cup your cheek as one of yours found its way into his hair.

“Well that wasn’t how I’d planned to confess, I’ll admit.” Draco laughed breathlessly as he rested his forehead on yours after the two of you had pulled away.

“You’d planned this?” You asked, soft smile on your face as you continued to play with his hair.

“I was going to take you to dinner in Hogsmeade then ask you to be my girlfriend.” His smile turned sheepish; his pale face coloured slightly.

“Well in that case, yes to the dinner and yes I’ll be your girlfriend.” You told him before pulling him into another kiss.

“You’re drunk, what are the chances of remembering this?” He asked, chasing your lips after he had.

“I think I sobered up pretty quick when the guy I liked admitted he liked me too.” You said causing both of you to laugh.

Dinner at Hogsmeade was a delightful affair, candles created a romantic atmosphere and the two of you discovered that the transition from friends to partners wasn’t actually all that strange and you got to skip the awkward first date phase.

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The Yule Ball

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,266

Summary: Can I have a Fred Weasley one where we always fight (not dating) but we only fight because we secretly like each other and when it's the Yule Ball there is this guy who is new and he is a player and he asks me and at the Ball he is really touchy and I don't want it and Fred sees it and fights him and in the end with a lot of fluff and confessing our love.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Request for @anyfandomimaginex I hope it’s what you wanted! ^_^

“You two! Could you please stop? You’re making too much noise and I’m trying to study over here. Some of us actually want to pass our exams with good grades,” you said in a whisper-shout, folding your arms on your chest and glaring at the offending red-headed boys who were standing in the library, looking up explosive spells and trying them out on small objects. Colourful smoke was drifting up from what had once been flowerpots and old quills and the table was dotted with ash of all colours. No other student was glaring at them because they were all very fond of the twin brothers but you, as a Prefect, felt the need to tell them off as the library was for studying and not experimenting around with strange spells.

One of the two brothers -Fred, you knew, because he was the only one of the two who ever fought with you- stepped forward and fixed you with a harsh glare. “Oh, it’s little miss Prefect again,” he said, rolling his eyes. He was about to say something else when George grabbed his forearm and gathered all their stuff. “Don’t bother, Fred. Let’s go continue at the Common Room,” he told his brother and hurried off. Fred cast one last look at you before following his brother outside. A part of you was disappointed at that, but you had never actually allowed yourself to admit that perhaps you didn’t really dislike him.

You sighed and decided to get back to studying but instead, you found yourself thinking about the Yule Ball the next week. You didn’t have a date for it, and you weren’t planning on getting one, though you and a couple of your girl friends from your house, who also didn’t have anyone to go with had decided to go for fun, not really expecting to be asked to dance with anybody. Still, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you weren’t going to miss it. That evening, after having mostly finished your homework for almost the whole week, you got up and headed to the Great Hall for dinner. On your way there though, a rather cute brown-haired boy wearing the blue Beauxbatons uniform stopped you. He looked rather confident in himself but his words, in perfectly good, if slightly accented English, were shy.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle. You’re Y/n, right?” he asked you with a blinding grin on his face, though he was blushing a bit nervously. You nodded in response. “I’m Marc. I’m from Beauxbatons, as you can see. And I wanted to ask you... will you be my date for the Ball? I have seen you around, and I think you are very pretty and smart, and it would be my honour if you said yes,” he said. You found his slight French accent cute, and he was rather handsome as well.

Thinking yourself lucky, you smiled right back at him. “Of course, Marc! I’d love to,” you said and he beamed at you before bidding you a good night and hurrying off to dinner.

You spent the rest of the week talking with your friends about the Ball, laughing with them and smiling at Marc whenever you saw him walking around the corridors. All that kept you busy and, thankfully -or not, you weren’t sure- away from the Weasley brothers, and especially Fred.

The night of the Yule Ball you were excited. You felt particularly beautiful in your long blue dress and you were smiling as you descended the countless staircases and traversed the many corridors to reach the Great Hall, outside of which Marc was waiting, dressed in dark blue wizarding robes.

He offered his elbow at you and you hooked your arm through it, beaming up at him as you entered the Great Hall, which looked absolutely beautiful as it was adorned in winter decorations.

You didn’t have a lot of time to appreciate everything though, as you eventually felt a hand trailing up your arm, touching your shoulders. You turned around to see Marc there and you glared at him, shrugging his hand off. You thought that was a one-time-only thing but, eventually, you felt his hands on you again, this time touching your waist and stomach and arms, and you really didn’t like it. You made it obvious and you tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Hey, mate, don’t,” you heard a familiar voice say and both you and Marc turned to meet the glare of Fred Weasley. A glare, which, for once, wasn’t directed to you but instead to the French boy touching you. He looked quite intimidating but Marc didn’t move an inch.

“She’s my date,” he said with a shrug and you were about to retort that you were your own person and, given the opportunity to reach for your wand, you could hex him into the next century, but Fred spoke first.

“The fact that she’s your date doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want to her! She’s a wonderful girl, intelligent and talented and amazing, and she’s not an object for you to touch against her will. So back off, before I make you,” he said, retrieving his wand from a pocket of his robes and pointing it squarely at the French boy’s chest. Marc seemed scared off and, when you elbowed him in the ribs, he hurried off, not looking back.

Fred immediately walked up to you and grabbed hold of your hands tenderly. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you or do anything bad to you?” he asked worriedly, his brown eyes locking with yours.

You found yourself unable to move away. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. And no. No, he didn’t hurt me,” you mumbled, though you were still feeling a bit uneasy. He noticed that and worriedly chewed on his lower lip.

“Would you mind if I hugged you?” he asked tentatively and you nodded your assent at that. Gently, he put his arms around you and hugged you close to him. “That idiot will never touch you again. If you see him again you should curse him, hex him, do something!” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded. “Yes, I will. He just caught me off guard this time and I didn’t know how to react,” you explained. “But... why do you care so much? I thought you disliked me,” you added.

He pulled away from the hug and stopped chewing nervously on his lip. “I, uh... Well, no, I don’t dislike you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I like you -too much- and when I saw that bloody bastard -pardon my language- touching you like that, I saw red. I couldn’t not do that, I hope you understand,” Fred said. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m not expecting that, because I’m definitely not your type and-” You cut him off by grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. It was short and chaste, but it was enough to shut him up.

“What?” he asked rather stupidly, and you giggled.

“I like you too,” you said with a silly grin on your face before leaning closer to him again and capturing his lips with yours in a kiss that was, this time, long and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

When you pulled away to breathe, he grinned a beautiful smile at you and grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers with yours.

“What do you say we end the night on a high note? Let’s have some fun!”

Over the Moon

Summary: The Yule Ball was coming close and you had no date. You just broke up with Cedric Diggory and planned on asking your best friend, Fred Weasley instead. But it looks like he had other plans. Slight angst, fluff, a kiss A/N: This is my first fic so please bear with me. The whole concept was in my script for my DR but I really liked it and decided to write more about it so here!  Feel free to send ur thoughts pls ! <33

Life in Hogwarts was amazing. The magic, the friends, feasts, and drama gives you so much adrenaline. On the other hand, you were living a more exciting student life compared to your other schoolmates because you were best friends with the infamous Weasley twins. The lot of you have been friends since your first train ride to Hogwarts.

You were the brains of the pranks and sometimes the distraction, which made you miss a lot of detention from the teachers. It gets you worried that the twins might think it’s unfair, but they always assure you that it doesn’t bother them at all, and they wouldn’t want you in trouble either.

As your friendship blossomed over the years and you knew the twins deeply, you looked at the older twin differently. Romantically different. Your heart always flutters when you make him laugh or when he leans his head on your shoulder when you read in the common room. Unlike George, Fred would always flirt with you, and you’d do it back, but of course, to you, it’s all platonic fun. You would always comb through his red locks when he’s laying on your lap and hear him sigh, making you confused because why does your heart thump to something your best friend does?

You hate to admit it, but you react differently to Fred’s actions compared to George. You would find it absolutely weird if George flirted with you, laid on your lap, or hooked his arm through yours.

But even if you had felt something for Fred, you never acted on it. You were too scared to ruin something beautiful and something that makes you happy. You would never risk it just for a silly school-girl crush.

But was it really just that?

George had noticed the sudden shift between you and Fred but never really said anything about it since he saw it as some sort of source of entertainment; his two best friends were head over heels for one another, but neither of them had any idea.

You and Cedric have been dating for weeks, but you guys weren’t something too serious. Everyone in school knew about it and thought your relationship was adorable. It started as a friendship; both being skilled Quidditch players and popular students, you were bound to be friends and experiment with something more.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred was feeling down, given your new relationship with the Hufflepuff golden boy. He didn’t ignore you, but he was just a little distant whenever you guys were together. Maybe it was jealousy, Fred thought. But he quickly dismissed it because why would he be so bothered about his best friend’s new boyfriend? They’re clearly happy, and everyone approves, so why would he not?

It has been weeks since Cedric was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and him asking you out right after. You supported him throughout his tasks, school works, and even did Quidditch practices together. All in all, both of you were doing really well.

But it just wasn’t there. The sparks or the excitement when Cedric holds your hand or kisses you. It doesn’t come close to the feeling you get with a certain redhead.

You hate wasting time, so you ended things with Cedric telling him the truth about how you felt.

“Took you long enough.” Cedric huffs.

“What?” You were so baffled at his response. You expected him to be angry or at least sad, but he was showing the complete opposite. The jerk head was even smirking!

“You really think I wouldn’t notice you ogling Weasley all the time? And how you would smile at me awkwardly when I kiss your cheek? It honestly makes me laugh. Seeing you flustered and guilty.” Now you thought that something was wrong with him. Did the golden egg drop on his head? Did the dragon do something to him?

“Seriously, Cedric. What the hell are you talking about? And which Weasley because I heard there are about four of them in this school! But even though, I would never ogle at one of them, that’s weird! They’re like family!”

Except one of them, you thought.

“I know you know who I’m talking about. No one other than the great Fred Weasley. You know, I was even surprised you agreed to go out with me. Even the whole school knows you both have the hots for each other.”

“We do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yup”

“Never.”

“The blush in your cheeks says otherwise.” He said, smirking.

You quickly duck your head and hide your face out of embarrassment. ‘Was I really that obvious?’ You wondered if even Fred himself had picked up on your feelings for him. But your thoughts were interrupted by the golden boy.

“Really, though. No worries at all. Though I was looking forward to going to the ball with you. But at least now you can take someone else” He wiggles his brows suggestively. “Ugh, whatever. But I’m really sorry, Ced. I had a great time with you though. Friends?”

“Friends.”

Days passed, and no one in Hogwarts knew about the break-up, so they still assumed you guys were together. Plus, no one really asked, not even your best friends.

The Yule Ball was getting closer. Some won’t shut up about it, and some are always huddled together, planning how to ask people to the ball. Your conversation with Cedric still occupied your mind. Should you really ask Fred? But what if he has a date already? I mean, he is attractive. But you thought that Fred would appreciate that you would want to go to the ball with him, so you decided on asking him tomorrow morning.

It was the morning after, and all of you were sitting in the Great Hall. With the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Angelina & Katie nearby, and Ginny with her friends in the distance. You sat across the twins giving you a clear and complete view of them.

Ever since you sat down, your hands have been shaking out of anxiety. What if this goes wrong? You stop rambling in your head, and you start to write on a piece of paper.

“Have you got a date to the ball, Freddie? :)”

You decide this is good enough, so you fold it up to hide it from Snape, who’s lingering around.

“Psst!” You hiss at Fred and pass the note to him quickly. He collects it and reads it over. He looks back at you, and you shoot him a smirk. He starts to glare at you and which gets you stunned. You didn’t know, but Fred Weasley thought you were boasting about how you had a date, and he had no one yet. He didn’t know that Cedric and you were over. He was offended by your act and decided to retaliate.

Everything was so sudden.

He starts tearing a piece from his notebook, balling it up in his fist, and throwing it at Angelina Johnson. She looks back to see the culprit and glares at Fred.

‘Do you want to go to the ball? With me?’ He mouths while making a weird dancing gesture. Angelina quickly nods with a little smile, and Fred gives her a satisfied look.

He goes on to look at you after his whole act to boast as well. But he is caught off-guard by your teary eyes and hard stare. You were very silent, and even Harry and Ron looked at you in fear. You quickly gathered your things and ran out of the hall, your tears finally falling.

Fred turns to his brother and asks, “What’s their problem? They started it.”

“You are one bloody idiot.” His twin replies. Harry and Ron nod in agreement, and Ginny shakes her head in disappointment from afar.

You were in your bed, lying down while tears soaked your pillow. How could he do that? Right in front of you and everybody else. You were so embarrassed and felt so stupid that you even thought of asking him. Of course, he didn’t feel the same way as you did.

Your friends have been trying to cheer you up, but they haven’t been successful until they pushed you to still buy something to wear for the ball. You hastily agreed, thinking that you did not need anyone to bring you. You can dance and have fun with your friends.

But it would be much more fun with him.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, shocked at yourself. You looked amazing. The outfit you picked suited you perfectly. You also had a beautiful necklace draped on your neck and matching earrings as well. Satisfied with how you look, you head down to the hall to attend the ball.

Your friends had gone in with their dates, leaving you behind. But you didn’t really mind. You were walking down the stairs slowly, not wanting to trip. Now, that’s totally embarrassing. You spot your friends, and even Fred, by the end of the stairs near the entrance. Ginny sees you and shouts, “Merlin! It’s Y/N!”

She screamed it pretty loudly, so a lot of people around started to look at you, making you quite queasy in your heels.

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful than you right at this moment. He feels a pain in his chest knowing you won’t be with him tonight, but he wonders where Cedric is. Did he not show up?

You smile at all of them and compliment how good they look.

“You guys look cute.” You tell Fred and Angelina. She replies, “Thank you. You look stunning! Where’s Cedric, though? Aren’t you going with him?”

You facepalm yourself. You forgot no one really knew you guys weren’t a thing now. “Oh! We kinda ended things about a week ago. On good terms, though, so no hard feelings or anything.” You glance at Fred, and he stands there surprised.

He now felt stupid because he thought you were teasing him about not having a date. He now realizes that he was such an asshole for asking Angelina in front of you when you were actually trying to ask him. He stays silent out of regret and shame.

You head into the hall and gaze around the beautiful decorations. Shortly after, Dumbledore announced that the champions would enter soon and have their dance. You move to the side and wait for their entrance.

Music starts playing, and you see Fleur Delacour enter, Krum next, then Cedric. He was hand in hand with Cho Chang. You lock eyes and smile softly at one another. Fred sees your exchange, looks down, and thinks of how stupid he has been for the past few days.

Time has passed, and the ball has turned from elegant to chaotic. Chairs and tables were everywhere, and everyone was dancing by the front while the band was playing. You were dancing with your friends, having so much fun. You even forgot about your whole thing with Fred.

Moments later, the music turned into something softer, and others went back to their dorms to rest. Couples and those with dates started pairing off and danced to the music. You sit by a corner, watching them hopelessly. You spot Fred and Angelina swaying.

It’s too much to bear, so you run out of the hall without saying goodbye to your friends. You head to the balcony near the hall that overlooks the lake. The scene is beautiful, but you feel like shit.

Fred sees you run out, and he goes after you, concerned, quickly apologizing to Angelina for the sudden rush. He sees you by the railing, and his heart breaks by the sight of your shoulders shaking,

He comes close and calls out your name.

You respond but still not looking at him, “Just go back, Fred, I’m alright.” Your voice is slightly quivering.

He’s not convinced, given the state that you’re in. Your hair is ruffled as if hands have been run through it a hundred times. And you’re hugging yourself as if you feel cold — which you are.

He takes his coat off, puts his jacket over your exposed shoulders, and asks you softly, “What’s the problem, love?”

You melt at his soft voice. You realize you’ve missed him so much. You look at him in the eyes. He sees the evident redness and fluffiness in them and instantly feels sad and regretful.

You ask him directly, “Why did you ask Angelina?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden confidence and starts to explain himself.

“I didn’t know you broke up with Cedric, alright? I thought you were bragging or something when you passed me that note. You were going with Diggory, for Godric’s sake! Golden boy and Triwizard champion, of course, you would brag about it. But then, I should have known better. I didn’t think you were actually going to try and ask me. If I knew you weren’t going with Cedric, I would have totally asked you! But I got mad at what I thought you were doing, so I asked Angelina in front of you to get back at you. But when I saw your face after and you ignored me, I instantly regretted it. I’m terribly sorry, I really am. I’m such an idiot…

“…Please, I miss my best friend.” He finishes.

Though his whole rambling comforted you since he didn’t mean any harm, you were hurt by how he called you his best friend. But why would you? You are his best friend.

But is that all I’ll ever be?

You decide to ask him. You can’t wait any longer. You didn’t want to put yourself in this situation again.

“Is that all I’ll ever be to you, Freddie? Your best friend?” You say almost in a whisper. He looks shocked, but he stays silent, so you go on. “I like you, and Cedric knew. Though I didn’t really know until he pointed it out. I mean, who wouldn’t? With all the stuff we do…

“I’m not sure anymore. Sometimes you act like you feel the same, but you go and do things that contradict that like, asking freaking Angelina out in front of me!” He looks away sheepishly.

“I just realized that recently and I think I’ve liked you for a very long time now. Why do you think I can distinguish who you are between you and your twin? Why do you think we instantly know what to do when we see each other? Why do we cuddle and hold hands, but I don’t with George? Why do I constantly look for you and crave your presence as if I’ll die without it?!”

Fred looks stunned.

“I’m sorry….” You bloody idiot! You just embarrassed yourself big time.

You turn your gaze to the view before you. The moon shines brightly, and the lake is calm. You start thinking, given all this silence. Does he feel the same way? I shouldn’t have said all that. He probably thinks I’m weird. He’s being so quiet it’s scaring me. I think he’s planning to escape. I mean, I would do the same too if my best friend for six years just told me she likes me.

“I can’t believe it.” He blurts out, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it.

“I can’t believe you feel the same. It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth.”

I’m stunned.

“I thought I was the only one who got confused about all the things we did. When we’re together, I feel like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. When the day ends, and I see you on the couch by the fire, I want to freeze time and look at you forever because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and peaceful. When I lay on your lap, and you touch my hair, Godric, I feel like a moron for smiling so much, and I never want to leave. I never want to be away from you. I want you by my side at all times, hooking your arm through mine and smiling up at me.

“All I ever wanted was you. No one else.” He finishes, and I look at him softly.

It’s like you’re locked at this moment. Looking at one other with so much love and all emotions that have been tucked away for years are right here in this time, between your gazes. There’s nothing else to say but also so much.

After a while, you both smile. His hand reaches out for yours that’s sitting on the railing. You intertwine your fingers and pull him close, giving him a big warm hug.

You pull back and smile up at him. He does the same. You sigh and look back at the beautiful scene right before you, the moon shining brightly in contrast to the dark starry night while being in the arms of the boy you loved.

You stay like this for what feels like hours.

“So, what’s gonna happen now?”

“I don’t know. What do you think we should do, Freddie?”

“I think… we should do this.”

In no time, he cups your face and pulls you close. He puts his lips on yours. You don’t respond for a while out of shock. But a few seconds later, you start to kiss him back.

It’s quite funny ‘cause your teeth are clashing because of the big smiles on your faces. You both can’t hold it in, so you laugh at your state. His laugh sounds amazing, so warm.

“So, do you want to be officially mine?”

“Never thought you’d ask.”

You kiss again, softly this time.

You both hear cheering in the distance and see George, and everyone else, even Angelina, cheering you on.

“Finally!” George shouts.

preview of my upcoming fic - 'yellow'

this was 0.9k words btw. obviously, this was not proofread yet!!

Periwinkle was the colour of the twin’s swaddling blanket when Molly and Arthur Weasley brought their newborn twins home from the hospital. The bright blue contrasted against the dull maroon of their beaming parents’ outfits. The shade also served as a clear indication of their twins’ gender. The same blue followed them as party decorations that adorned across their warm living room when Molly and Arthur held a sip & see party for their friends and relatives to celebrate their childs’ arrival together. It seemed that the guests had the same idea of wrapping their push presents with the colour blue – because at the end of the day, their dining table were drowned by the various hues of blue thanks to the stacks of presents they received. Unwittingly, the day Fred was born was also the first day that the colour blue was introduced into his life.

Ever since then, Fred had always showed a preference for the colour blue. It was the first colour that Fred has associated himself with, mainly because he was taught to just accept it as a colour that represented him. Molly had decided that the eldest twin would be colour-coded blue while the youngest would be green – just so that the rest won’t have a hard time to differentiate the twins together. That would mean that while Fred’s jumper comes in lapis blue, George’s was basil green. When Fred’s bedsheet was dyed in oxford blue, George’s was in emerald green. Heck, even their undergarments were colour-coded; Fred’s was tinged in a shade of teal while George’s was in forest green.

Even at a young age, Fred has always been known as someone who preferred to live life easily. He was a child who just accepted facts without knowing its rationales, so he could easily say that blue was his favourite colour without questioning himself why. However, as the years passed by and Fred starts to grow a little taller and older, he decided that it was time that he paid more attention to what he likes and dislikes.

Just during the period when Fred was about to start his first year in Hogwarts, Fred silently declared to himself that from then onwards, his favourite colour would be orange. After all, it was the colour of the hair that runs in the entire family, and dare he say, the entirety of his house (Molly would probably deny this if he confronted). Fred doesn’t tell anyone, but he’s convinced that the colour of his blood and the rest of his family members is orange and not red like what his anatomy books had told him.

To further commit to his stance, he made sure that the clothes he bought for the upcoming school year were mostly orange. It can’t be helped that his wardrobe still contained traces of blue, since it was the colour that he grew up with. Furthermore, it’s too wasteful to throw it all away. Also, he’s sure that his mother would nag his ear off if she were to ever find his old clothes lying in the trashcan.

Fred also secretly bought a pot of orange ink to use for school without his parent’s knowledge. He decided to use the money he got from Aunt Muriel who had gifted the cash to him as an early birthday gift. Though honestly, he was unsure if he would ever get a chance to use the bright orange ink in school. Mostly because students are only allowed to use black ink for writing. But hey, Fred made a commitment - and he was going to stick to it.

Unfortunately, Molly found the jar on the day before Fred was supposed to get onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Fred was never a neat person. So when Molly came into the twin’s room to help them pack properly for school, she had accidentally kicked something hard under the pile of Fred’s clothing that he had set aside near his trunk. Thinking nothing of it, Molly only wanted to pick up the item that she had accidentally kicked and put it back into place out of respect. Consequently, that led to Molly picking up the jar, and realizing instantly that no one in the family had orange ink in their possessions. Only until when Molly turned the glass over to read the tag under, she yelled out the older twin’s name out of anger and pure shock. At that moment, she simply could not believe that her son Fred Weasley had spent a large amount of money on a small jar of coloured ink under her damn nose. In the end, Molly Weasley did nagged his poor ear off. Literally.

Clearly, Fred Weasley was truly committed to the colour orange.

It became a huge part of his daily life now – the jumper under his robe, his quills that he use for school (somehow, he managed to dye it even), the orange candies that were scattered on his desks, his everything. Yet somehow, there was a tiny part of him that was still unsure if he loves the colour orange. Maybe, if he was feeling bored, he would go with the colour red just to mix it up a bit. The reasons were simple; it was the colours of his house. His tie, his robes, his dorm – red was a colour that was impossible for him to avoid.

Still, Fred wasn’t exactly sick of the colour orange. The word ‘sick’ is too strong of a word to describe such a feeling. He would just say that he was so used to see the colour orange that he got numb to it. He wouldn’t mind living in a world of orange. He was just comfortable, yet never satisfied.

This phase lasted until his fourth year, just when his fifteenth birthday was round the corner.

The smoke from your mouth | F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Warning:smoking,drugs,mentions of sex,anger

Part two here

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Summary:one night you end up smoking in Fred’s bedroom and while you’re high you confess your feelings to him.

You walked upstairs,reaching Fred’s room,and knocked at the door.

<<Come in>> an husky voice said,you stepped in the bedroom,seeing the ginger boy sitting on the floor at the end of his bed,staring at the full moon outside the window. <<I thought you went with George at the Slytherin party>> you muttered,closing the door behind you to sit next to Fred.

He shaked his head <<I didn’t want to. I don’t want to see a single damn Slytherin tonight. But what about you? You didn’t go either,not that the thing surprises me...you never attend parties>> he said,you shrugged your shoulders <<I hate them,and people or alcohol in general>> you mumbled and the boy laughed,pulling out from his bedside table a cigarette and a lighter <<Do you wanna try,little good girl?>> he asked,taunting you.

You stared at the cigarette and gulped,almost afraid to speak. You had never tried smoking,nor using drugs or drinking;the idea of not being responsible of your own actions always made you feel concerned.

<<It scares me>> you left that sentence come out from your mouth without even realising it,making Fred smile <<A cigarette scares you? Really?>> he asked <<Not the cigarette itself,the weed. When you’re high you can’t think nor act lucidly>> you muttered. Fred looked at you with a smirk <<So you had never smoked? Nothing at all? Not even a normal cigarette?>> he demanded,you shaked your head <<You’re so pure>> he said,you glared at him without saying a word,you weren’t in the mood to joke nor argue with your best friend.

Fred’s face got closer <<And you’re right,that’s why I never smoke at parties or in public places but...here it’s just me and you,what do you think would happen?>>. You were silent,busy scanning every single feature of Fred’s pretty face and then you moved your eyes,looking at the cigarette <<But if you don’t want to try it’s fine. I’m not forcing you>> your best friend said,placing more distance between you two.

<<I don’t know how to try it>> you admitted,blushing in embarrassment,the boy laughed <<It’s not that hard>> he said,holding the cigarette in two figners and bringing it closer to his mouth. Smoke came out,covering his face and highlighting his profile. His eyes were shut,a relaxed expression appeared on his face as your eyes fell on the silhouette of his lips,a little bit opened while emitting the smoke. You gulped,biting your lips as he looked extremely attractive.

You met Fred by accident after a prank gone wrong but from that day he became your first in everything:the first boy you had met at Hogwarts,your first enemy,your first best friend and then your first love...but he didn’t know.

<<Ready?>> he asked,wrapping an arm around your shoulder to let a side of your body lean against his;a hand right in front of you with a new cigarette between the index and middle finger;<<Nothing’s going to happen. I’m not going to hurt you nor to take advantage of the situation>> he said <<I trust you,Fred. You know>> you replied nodding and feeling the sexual tension growing as you rested your lips on the long cylinder,coughing as soon as you tried to smoke.

Fred laughed leaving the small object in your hands <<Don’t worry you’ll get used to it soon>> he said,and it was true:in a few you managed to smoke with no problems,getting higher and higher every second went by.

<<Listen-you said,a finger pointed at Fred’s nose as your soul felt lighter-I swear to God that Snape’s gay!>> you exclaimed,smashing your hands against the floor,Fred burst into a laughter,falling on his back <<You’re too high girl>> he almost yelled,the hand holding the cigarette up in the air <<But it’s true!>> you said,towering him without even realising what you were doing.

The room suddenly became silent:there were just you and the ginger boy staring into each other’s eyes,your arms spread on both sides of his hand and your pleating skirt was too short not to reveal your thighs in that position. Fred looked at you,his breath got shorter while scanning your body as he felt turned on by the way you approached him,his hand was already slipping up to under your skirt. You didn’t want that moment to end. You wanted him,you wanted him so desperately that you couldn’t hold on a single one of your feelings:you wanted to feel his lips smash against yours,his breath warm up the skin of your neck marked with yikes drew by Fred himself. You needed to touch his skin,to wrap your arms around his body...you needed him and everything he could give you.

Fred suddenly switched positions,pressing your back against the cold floor <<I promised I wasn’t going to do anything so please,Y/n,don’t turn me on>> he said in a hot,husky,deep voice which sent shives along your entire body. <<I’m not going to stop you,Fred. Be my first even in this>> you replied,your hands pressed against his chest as you felt his breath warming the skin of your face. <<Your first in?>> he didn’t get the point. <<You’re the first boy I met here at school,the first person I wasn’t able to stand,my first best friend and my first love...be my first time as well>>. <<First time? Don’t talk like this,I’m sure you don’t even love me>> he demanded <<I do,Fred. I’ve always loved you>> you whispered.

The ginger boy smiled,slowly getting closer to kiss your lips when he suddenly realised what he was doing,so he immediately stood up <<I’m sorry,Y/n. I can’t. We’re both high,we don’t even know what we’re doing or saying>> he opened the window to let the smell of weed go out.

You sat on his bed,putting his red sweater on to warm yourself <<I’m horny,Fred>> you mumbled,playing with the sleeves <<It’s the weed,I’ve already told you>> he replied,you rolled you eyes and threw a pillow at him <<No Weasley! It’s not the weed! It’s you,It’s always been you! For years! For years I’ve been watching you flirting with Angelina and invite her at that fucking Yule Ball! It’s always been you trying to get her attention,asking me some advice when I’ve never dated a boy in my entire life! Why can’t you see it?! Why can’t you see how I fell for you and your jokes,or your smile,or the fucking way you tease me for every little dumb thing! Why? Why are you so blinded by that boring fucking useless bitch!>> you yelled at him with all the anger and frustration you had in your body,you screamed so loud that when you had finished you gasped for air.

Fred suddenly walked towards you,pushing you on the bad and towering you <<Don’t talk about her like that>> he growled. You grabbed the angle of his shirt:you wanted to kiss him and push him away at the same time <<Why can’t you stand for me the way you stand for her?! What the fuck does she has?>> your words left your mouth in a whisper <<Don’t be so dramatic,I always stand for you! You’re my best friend!>> Fred replied,making you mad <<That’s the whole point! I want to be more!>> you yelled again but this time with teary eyes.

<<No you don’t. You think that you want it,but tomorrow you won’t remember it and if we do something you’ll feel regret>> he replied,he almost seemed to be hurt by those words,the words he pronounced by himself. You shaked your head <<Why are you so stubborn?>> you asked,your face a few inches from his while your hands had slipped on his chest,resting there as you felt the urge of feeling him close,as much close as he could be.

Fred tried to stand up but you stopped him by grabbing the front of his shirt <<Stay. Stay like this. I want to feel you. Please>> you mumbled,Fred sighed moving a strand of your hair away from your face <<I promised you I’m not going to do anything>> he whispered caressing your leg as he left a kiss on your knee,making your whole body shive <<Are you going to do it with her?>> you asked <<My God Y/n stop caring about Angelina>> he said in a sweet voice,leaning his cheek on your knee,closing his eyes at the feeling of your soft skin <<I can’t Fred. I love you but you...>> your sentence was cut of <<I don’t love her. I had a flirt,that’s it. We didn’t do anything,we didn’t even kissed. We’re just friends>> he said,laying next to you <<You didn’t?>> you asked,resting your head on his shoulder as he hugged you tightly <<We didn’t,Y/n. I’m honest. I love a girl,but it’s not Angelina>>.

<<Lucky her>> you muttered,looking down;Fred suddenly lifted up your face with a finger under your chin <<Lucky you,Y/n>> he replied. You blinked your eyes in confusion <<But if I like you,and you like me why don’t we...>> he cut your sentence off again <<No! Not tonight at least! I’m not taking advantage of the girl I love>> <<But I’m ask- >> <<No! Stop! How many times do I have to tell you? Let’s talk about it once we’re completely sober>> he sighed,resting his head on the soft pillow <<Come here,I’m not letting you go tonight>> he reached out for you,making you fall on his body.You both hugged <<Sleep on it>> he smiled,you did the same,sinking your face in the cloth of his shirt <<I love you,Freddie>> you whispered <<Love you too,Y/n>> he replied.

Dear Fred | F.W.

Fred Weasley letter AU

Warning:sad content,references do death

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Summary:After Fred’s death you leave a letter on his grave

You slowly walked towards the smooth,white gravestone:your steps were unsure,the breath stuck down your throat as you weren’t ready yet to see the cold stone with the name of your loved one engraved on its front.

In loving memory of Fred Weasley

A son

A brother

A dear friend

A caring boyfriend

And a brave fighter

April 1st,1978-May 2nd,1998

Forever missed

Never forgotten

You kneeled down and while closing your eyes you took a long breath,wiped away a tear which wet your cheek and took out the letter you had written the day before to read it one last time.

From:Y/n

To:Fred (Freddie) Weasley

Dear Fred,

I’m here collecting my thoughts. So many things are going on in my mind,so may words would love to fly from my hand to the paper,so many feelings are exploding inside me,twisting my stomach,my heart,my senses. Dizziness makes my sight almost blurred;”wicked” maybe you’d say jokingly,”painful” I’d reply scolding. But I have no one to reply like that to,so why have you left? I have no one to scold now,I have no one to laugh with,to open up with. Normaly now I’d come to you,I’d seat on your bed,in between your legs,with my head leaned against your shoulder or in the croock of your neck,and I’d tell you what I’m feeling. You would listen,you would silently listen to my words and then you would hug me,caress my hair,let me stroke my face against the cloth of your warm sweater,leave kisses on my head and then you would say something that would make me feel a little bit happier,you would make me laugh you would...you would just be yourself,the caring,funny,goofy boy I fell in love with at Hogwarts. That boy stole my heart. He stole every little wind coming out from my mouth. He stole the emptiness of my dreams and filled it with his smile,that boy stole every seed of sadness,replacing them with little,shiny stars of happiness,and I do really think that it made life angry,so much angry that she decided to take him away from me and leave just an empty space. A space as empty as Hogwarts at 5am in the morning,when we used to run out from our dorms to meet on the astronomy tower to see the dawn. Can you see it from where you are now? Yesterday I did. I woke up at 5am,or better,I didn’t sleep at all,I was busy thinking about you...but that’s not the point;the point is that I woke up and ran to the astronomy tower thinking that seeing the sun rising would make me feel better. It didn’t. I cried. I cried because while running there wasn’t the sound of your laugh,there wasn’t your hand holding mine,your breath filling the silence. It was just me running in the shadow of my loneliness,looking like a psycho with the ruined mascara I had forgot to take off the night before. That was the moment I realised that seeing the dawn didn’t matter anymore,or maybe it had never mattered in my entire life because everything I cared about was seeing it with you. Then I reached the tower and I looked at the sun. I felt nothing but more pain. A pain growing every time the sun showed a new part of itself,and it ended with me hiding my face in between my hands not to see it anymore because even the sun was reminding me of you.

I see you everywhere,Freddie,I can’t stand it anymore. I see you at the burrow,at the joke shop,I see you even when George greets me. Poor George he’s so sad. The last weekend I slept at your house:I heard him crying for the whole night. The whole night,Freddie,do you know what it means? Life teared him apart as much as she did with me,maybe even more. You need to know that Sunday morning I step in the bathroom and saw him reading the instructions of some bottles. I asked him what they were and he replied it was hair dye,blonde hair dye to be exact. I demanded him if he went crazy:he lifted up his head,showing me some red teary eyes and said “Fred’s presence is making me crazy”. He dyed his hair because in the mirror he couldn’t see anything more than you. No one can change chapter,read a new line of the book wich is our life. We’re all stuck at the same sentence and we all will be for so long. I’ve been asking myself what I’m going to do with my life. Will I ever fall in love with someone again? Will I love them as much as I loved you? Will I see you in their behaviour? Will I tell them how the boy I once loved died? I’m concerned because I know that I’ll always compare them to you. They might gift me with a flower and I’d probably ask myself “would Fred gift me with the same flower? Or would he give me something different?” and what if the answer is “he would give me something different” would I still like the present?I’m going crazy,Freddie,I really am. Your absence is making me crazy. I want to feel you. I want to feel your kisses,your hugs,I want to hear your soft voice whispering to my hear that everything’s a nightmare,that soon I’ll wake up and you’ll be there,next to me,comforting me with your presence. How long does it take to forget what really made you feel alive? You died Freddie,and that day a part of me died with you. It’s buried in the same grave as yours,so please,my dear Freddie,take care of that part until we’ll meet again. Take care of that part as mush as you took care of me when you were here. Watch out for me,sometimes tell me if I’m doing good,help me if I’ll ever need. You were my biggest sourch of reassurance and safety,a presence no one will ever replace. I’m sorry if it will be hard for you to read this letter because of my tears which ruined the ink of the words. Will you read it? Wherever you are will you do it? Can you promise me? Do it Freddie,plese,and then give me a sign. I love you.

Forever yours,

the one who loved you like no one else,

Y/n.

After reading you folded the paper sheet and put it into a small white envelope you closed with a litte piece of red paper,you took the red roses you bought on the way there and left everything on Fred’s grave. Then you made a little step back and looked for a few seconds at his imagine,smiling with more tears coming down from your eyes. In that moment a drip fell on your forehead,and then another one,and another,a few minutes later the sky was pouring rain all over you. It was the sign you asked for. Fred had read the letter and now he was crying with you.

The golden deer| F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female reader

Masterlist

Warning:death,sad content,bad language,blood

Author’s notes:I’m back!! Sorry for the long hiatus but I really needed a break. I was stressed and demotivated but I saw that even tho I wasn’t posting people kept interacting and leaving feedbacks on my stories;I was so happy and I decided to not give up. I’m working on new content,stay tuned. Thank you for your support and sorry id this story isn’t really good,it’s an old draft.

Summary:A deer with a golden coat suddenly appears in the Forbidden Forest and becomes Fred’s best friend but no one knows the animal is hiding a secret

<<So you’re telling me that the deer is still out there?!>> Ron asked shocked as his hands cupped his cheeks,squeezing them in a really funny way that made you laugh <<It is,Ron!>> Ginny exclaimed,hitting the big table of the Great Hall with both of her hands. It shaked and George looked at it <<Ginny do you want to destroy everything?>> he asked.

The girl rolled her eyes <<Listen we need to find it! I wanna see its golden coat!>> she looked so excited <<Are you mad?-Hermione called her out-the Forbidden Forest is too dangerous>> <<Oh come on,Harry and Draco went there during first year and they’re both still alive>> she mumbled <<I’ve already told you that Hagrid came with us>> Harry butted into the conversation <<Then let’s call him!>> <<No ,Ginny! That’s the worst idea you’ve ever gotten. He won’t help us. And what if it is just a rumor for real?>> George sighed <<It’s not! Parkinson swore that Seamus swore that Crabbe swore that Hagrid had seen it! We need to go into the forest. No one’s gonna know>> she was so hard to dissuade.

Ron sighed <<What do you think Y/n? And you Fred? You haven’t spoken yet>> <<I don’t think we should do such a thing,it’s too dangerous and if McGonagall finds out we sneaked into the forest she’s gonna expell us all>> you said <<I do agree>> Fred nodded <<Since when you respect the rules?>> Ginny asked <<I just think that an animal deserves its spaces>> the ginger boy added.

<<Fine,let’s vote. Who wants to see it must raise his hand>> Ginny said,her hand already up in the air,Ron followed her and after thinking a little bit George did the same together with Harry <<Four against three. You’re free to not come but tonight we’re going to find that deer>> the girl winked and left the Great Hall.

Midnight

<<You all came>> Ginny smirked <<Y/n didn’t>> Ron pointed out <<She fell asleep as soon as she had touched the bed. I didn’t feel to wake her up>> Hermione explained <<Fine. We’re gonna tell her tomorrow. Wands in your hands,here we go!>> Ginny smiled and walked into the forest followed by her brothers and friends.

The Gryffindors walked through the threes and the high blades of grass for hours,everyone was tired except Ginny who focused on scanning every small corner of the forest as she was determined to find the golden deer.

<<Come on guys,it’s just a story for children! Let’s go back,it’s too cold and I’m tired of walking>> Fred mumbled <<Are you scared?>> Ron asked him <<Scared? No,I just don’t believe in that damm deer>> he added <<He’s right tho. It’s almost four in the morning. We really need to go back>> Hermione whispered <<But- >> Ginny’s sentence got cut off by Harry’s <<They’re right. We’ve been here for too long>> <<Fine,let’s go back>> the ginger girl sighed,giving up.

The group of friends was leaving the forest when Fred noticed he had lost them. <<Fuck!>> he swore,walking around in hope to find at least one of the Gryffindors he had came with,but nothing. He was left alone with his panic growing as he began to hear strange noises all around him.

<<Keep calm Fred,you’re a fucking wizard with a fucking wand. You can survive>> he tried to reassure himself as he was already imagining a tragic end where he died by the hand of a strange creature. But nothing of what he expected turned into reality,otherwise something he couldn’t believe in happened:the golden deer appeared in front of him,sneaking out from behind a green bush full of flowers.

<<For God’s sakes>> he muttered,almost fainting as the animal bowed at him with his head an walked around him,its head stroking against his soft coat. The Weasley caressed the soft golden furr of the animal,whispering in amusement of how pretty and soft it was <<Wanna be my friend?>> he asked,with a smile on his face as the animal moved,letting him understand to follow him out from that dangerous forest.

A few months later

Potion class had just ended when Fred stole some biscuits from the Hogwarts kitchen and sneaked into the Forbidden Forest.

<<Buddy come here-he called the golden deer-I know you can hear me,I’ve brought some biscuits!>> the ginger boy yelled,feeling safe even tho he was in the most dangerous place he could be,he knew that until the deer was around not a single creature would had touched him.

The animal suddenly appeared in front of him and Fred caressed its head,offering him a biscuit <<Here you are buddy! How are you?>> he asked,leaving a kiss on the nose of the animal.

Fred felt happy everytime his new fri showed up and spent some time in his company,they often walked through the threes or played in the big clearing of the Forbidden Forest. He didn’t know how or why but he felt such a strong bond with that animal.

A few hours later he was back on his way to Hogwarts.

He had just reached the garden when he came across you <<Y/n>> he greeted you shaking his hand in the air <<What’s up>> you smiled and he looked at you,his eyebrows furrowed <<You have leaves in your hair>> he said,grabbing them and letting them fall on the ground <<I was studying some plants for the Hebology test we’ll attend next week>> you said,he nodded. <<Fine. I’ll let you work>> he was about to leave when you stopped him <<Have you been to the Hogwarts kitchen?>> you asked <<Why?>> he demanded <<You smell like hot biscuits>> you laughed.Fred’s face became as red as his hair <<I may have sneaked there,yeah...>> he replied,visibly embarrassed <<The biscuits are good,but don’t get caught>> you smiled and left him.

Three months later

<<Weasley and Y/l/n>> Snape said in a cold voice as you looked at the boy and walked towards his desk <<We finally got paired!>> you exclaimed almost in a whisper <<I’m sure that working with me will be funnier than working with Goyle or Malfoy>> he said,you laughed,remembering how unlucky you had been during the previous lessons <<It will>> you replied,looking at the ingredients on the table.

Suddenly you felt Fred’s eyes staring at you so you turned and looked at him <<Is everything okay?>> you asked confused,Fred was busy looking at your shoulder <<What’s that?>> he asked,grabbing some strands of furr which were stucked on your robe. Your cheeks got red as you hit his hand,making them fall <<Hermione’s cat. I played with him before coming here>> you gulped. Suddenly you felt your hands shake <<Sorry>> you said,calling Snape and asking to go to the bathroom.

You rush in hurry out from the class to the garden,your body twisted by costant spasms <<Fuck>> you mumbled,the pain was running through your body. There was nothing worse than turn into the golden deer.

Apparently your trasformation could look like something romantic or common,since a lot of animagus existed. But it wasn’t and,most of all,you weren’t an animagus:it was a curse. A curse your mother enchanted you with when you were a child,it was a punishment for being born.

You fell on your knees,the hands grabbing the blades of grass while you felt your body ripping in hundreds pieces. You started coughing and gasping for air,your entire chest ached,a fire seemed to be burning inside it. You suddenly spit out some blood that stained the green grass and then,when you felt you were completely losing your human form,you collected the strength to stand up and ran inside the Forbidden Forest.

Twigs were now breaking under the hooves of your deer form. Your body still aching like never before:more days passed by,more your transformation was hard to stand,your body was slowly weakening,driving you to a painful death.

You suddenly stumbled on something and fell into a dense picker bush. You wagged in fear and pain,trying to escape the thorns that were scratching and and ripping your already damaged body. You painstakingly slipped out from the brush,dragging your body all along the grass,standing up and stepping a few meters away before falling on the ground again and slowly getting your human form back.

You could barely move:blood covering your arms,your face and even your legs. You had bruises ruining your sensitive skin and deep cuts marking your slender body. A few weak moans of pain escaped your mouth while the tears were falling down from your eyes,making your injuries burn. You were about to pass out,the minimum of lucidity your mind had allowed you to think you were exhaling your last breath when,suddenly,you heard a voice.

<<Y/n! Y/n!>> someone called you,holding you gently. The warm of Fred’s body made you feel a little safer <<What are you doing here?>> you asked in a breath of sound,not able to talk properly. He slowly wiped one of your tears away and left a kiss on your forehead <<I followed you. I saw that something was wrong,but I couldn’t imagine you were...>> you couldn’t hear what he had to say:everything went black.

You opened your eyes,lulled by a warm breeze,and immediately met Fred’s brown ones <<You’re awake>> he smiled,caressing one of your cheeks. You rubbed your eyes and sat,realising your head had just laid on Fred’s lap. You looked at your ripped skirt and shirt:your clothes were completely ruined and stained with blood but you noticed the cuts turned into scars <<You cured me>> you said;Fred nodded <<I need some explanations. Don’t you think?>> he asked,his face a fee centimetres away from yours,you sighed <<You’ve seen everything,am I right?>> you demanded <<I have>> he replied <<Don’t tell anything to no one,please>> you begged him,holding his hands <<Why should I? But tell me what’s happening,please>> <<It’s a curse,Fred. A curse by my mother,she didn’t want me to be born so she decided to kill me in the most painful way. Everyday I turn into my deer form,destroying my own body.The transformation will make me weaker and weake until I won’t be able to stand it anymore so...-you paused,your voice cracking up-so one day I’ll die in pain>> you cried,looking down and resting your chin on your knees you brought nearer to your chest.

The Gryffindor’s eyes widened at your words <<We’ll find a way to free you>> <<We won’t. There’s no much time left,you saw it,Fred,you saw me falling on the ground twisted by spasms,I even spitted out blood. I’m not able to walk without my body aching,I-you paused,looking for air-I can’t even breath. I’m slowly dying,I don’t even know if I’ll be able to stand the next trasformation>> you cried,your voice shaking,filled with panic and fear while your head rested on the boy’s shoulder <<You can’t save me anymore,Fred,but you can still do something special to me>> <<What?>> he asked in tears <<Stay with me,don’t let me die alone. I’ve spent the last months happily knowing thay you would come and play with the deer...>> you grabbed his arm,sinking your face in the cloth of his shirt. He slowly took off his robe and covered your body <<I won’t leave you,Y/n,I’ll stay with you until you’ll be able to she the sunlight>> he whispered,leaving a kiss on your forhead and resting his chin on the top of your head.

You stayed there for hours,silent,and suddenly,knowing that Fred was by your side,made the death look less scary.

Hello All :)

Now I am not new to the Tumblr world, but have returned from a much needed break! Sadly my old account was hacked into and deactivated, so here we are!

I will create a master list for all to see what's in the works, don't you worry ;)

Requests will be open, so feel free to submit! I will include whom I write for, as well as some drafts I'm writing that are in the works! The list is placed for you all to look below!!!

Enjoy :)

I write for:

NHL:

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Cole Caufield

Ethan Edwards

Rutger McGroarty

NFL:

Joe Burrow

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

John Booker Routledge

Harry Potter:

Fred Weasley

Mattheo Riddle

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski

Brett Talbot

Isaac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Random:

Roman Godfrey/Bill Skarsgard

Harry Styles

Drew Starkey

Dylan O'Brien

Colby Brock

Begin Again

Pairing- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary- Based on Begin Again (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift <3

Warnings- Slight angst, kissing, a lot of Fluff and as always my poor english :)

Word count- 1.6k

A/N- Long time no see people. So here I am with a Fred Weasley fic coz I love this dork sm. Also this happens after the war and yes Fred is alive coz he never died (im delusional)

It was Wednesday, probably your least favourite day of the week. You were getting ready for work, deciding to wear heels for today.

“Don’t wear them, they don’t look good on you.” Your ex-boyfriend would have said if he were here. You sighed and looked into the mirror.

“But I look good in them.” You smiled at yourself before leaving. You decided to walk to the ministry for today rather than apparating, stopping by a cafe to grab a quick morning coffee for a head start for the day. Your headphones played a song you loved.

“I don’t get this song.” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve commented if he were here. You shook your head and smiled through the song.

“But I do.”

As you walked towards the cafe, you suddenly bumped into someone who was much taller than you. The things they were carrying dropped on the floor as you quickly bent down to pick them up, removing your headphones from ears to your neck, apologies never stopping to leave from your mouth.

“I’m really sorry for not paying attention, hope I didn’t break anything.” You said, finally looking at the stranger’s face as you gave them the last thing you picked.

It was a man. A really good looking and tall man. He had red hair, which were perfectly messed up, his smile looking genuine as he smiled at you.

“It’s alright.” The handsome stranger said, “I hadn’t been paying attention as well. Reckon its partly my fault too.”

Damn, you could listen to his voice forever if you could. It was as clear as crystal water, as smooth as silk.

If it had been your ex-boyfriend, he would’ve gotten mad. Mad that because of you he dropped his things. He would’ve cursed at you, maybe even yell. You shook your head and quickly came out of your thoughts.

“Guess we’re both sorry then.” You said, trying not get awkward. He chuckled and extended his free hand.

“I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”

-

Three weeks later on a Wednesday, you walked inside the same cafe, half expecting that Fred wouldn’t arrive. But you were immediately proven wrong when you saw him, already standing near a table, waiting for you.

He waved at you when he saw you and gestured for you to sit across from him. You walked towards him, sitting down as he pulled out the chair for you. He didn’t know how nice this gesture was but you did.

You small talked about everything. You attempted to make jokes about things to which he responded with throwing his head back laughing like a little kid. “That was the funniest thing someone has ever said to me.” He said.

You were surprised at his response. “It wasn’t even funny, why do you even try to be funny when you’re not?” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve said if it were him instead of Fred.

As your conversation went on, you thought that maybe not all relationships are the way your previous ones were. Maybe some included this. Happiness. Because today, on Wednesday, in this cafe, you watched your feelings begin again.

-

“I’ve never met someone who has the collection of all the chocolate frog cards.” He had said laughing a little when you showed him your card collection. “Well except my brother Ron of course. This is impressive.”

You had smiled and responded, “thanks. I’ve liked chocolate frogs since I first ate them on my way to Hogwarts, back in first year.”

“I kind of figured, it’s cute if you ask me.” He had smiled, making you blush.

He had been telling you about himself and his family. You had been listening intently and laughing every time he told you about the pranks he had played on other students along with his brother George, back when he was in Hogwarts.

You told him about yourself, getting shy occasionally which he couldn’t comprehend why, but you did. He was the sweetest man you had ever talked to.

He eventually took you to meet his family. You were a nervous wreck, to which he had assured you that there was nothing to worry about and his family especially his mother were going to love you.

And he was right. His mother, Molly Weasley who was also a redhead welcomed you as if you were her own. His father, Arthur Weasley was also genuinely interested in knowing about your work. He had asked you many questions related to your work field, making you smile a little as you didn’t really have anyone who was interested in what you did.

His siblings were all friendly towards you. You had immediately gotten along with George, which made Fred smile to himself. You had even given some advices on how they can improve their shop works. Ron showed you his chocolate frog card collection and told you how he still had some missing. You offered yours to him to which he smiled and agreed happily. Ginny treated you as her sister, very much interested in getting to know you more.

You liked the Weasleys, and the fact they accepted you made both you and Fred happy. He had kissed your forehead once you reached your doorstep, after he had insisted on walking you home. That night neither you nor Fred slept, replaying the moment you spent together.

-

Christmas was around the corner and snow had started to gather everywhere. Everyone you could see were busy shopping for holidays.

You were in a shop, buying gifts for Fred and his family. You smiled when you saw the things that Fred had talked about many times and how much he would love it if got it. You made your way to pay, the cashier surprised to see you buying gifts.

“You’re buying gifts for yourself?” he asked. You and the cashier had been friends for many years as you were a frequent customer in his store.

“No, they’re for my- friend and his family.” you had hesitated because you two hadn’t made anything official. Hell was there anything even to make it official? You thought.

The cashier smiled, “explains why you look better than before since last few weeks. Finally got someone right?”

You smiled and nodded back at him and said, “I’m giving love a chance to begin again.”

-

You and Fred were walking back to your house, hand in hand as he small talked about everything. You hadn’t been paying attention, your mind going back to your ex-boyfriend.

You didn’t remember anytime when you and him were like this, peaceful and most of all- happy.

You decided to tell Fred about him so you said, “I wanted to-”

“I wanted to-” he said at same time as you, making both of you laugh.

“You first.” You said.

“I wanted to tell you that my mother wants me to invite you home for the Christmas dinner.” He said sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know, Fred. Christmas dinner is for families and-”

He interrupted, “But you’re a part of the family now. Please come, Y/N. I’ll feel better if you did. Plus we’ll get a jumper knitted by my mother herself with our initials on it. It's a family tradition for every Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there." You said with a smile. Fred grinned widely and kissed your cheek in excitement making you a flustered mess and you thanked Merlin for the cold.

You forgot all about your ex-boyfriend as Fred went on to tell you stories of pranks he played on Ron with George. You had a small smile on your face as you listened to him, and for the first time you thought 'what happened in the past stays in the past'.

-

It was New Year's Eve and you and Fred were decorating your house for the party later tonight. He watched you as you were focused on shaping the cookie dough to bake. Your tongue was grazing your upper lip, ounces of flour around your forehead.

He blushed and looked away when you caught him staring and resumed his work, smiling to himself.

Night came on and the party was in full swing. Fred and George were entertaining the guests with the products from their joke shop. Ginny and Hermione helped you serve the drinks as Ron and Harry small talked, drinks in their hands.

And the time came for which everyone was waiting. The new year countdown. Everyone gathered around near the clock as it ticked. Suddenly, Fred took you by your hand and led you to the balcony.

People started counting backwards as Fred took your hands in his. He looked nervous and your heart couldn't help but pick up its pace.

"10!"

"Y/N, I've known you for almost an year now and I don't think I can deny it any longer."

"7"

"You have always been so kind to others but never to yourself. So I want to be the one to take care of you. You have showed me many times what I'm worth of. You showed me a new way to view life."

"5!"

"Fred, what are you saying?" You asked, quietly.

"3!

"I'm saying that I love you, Y/N. All of you. And I'll never get tired of admitting it. Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"1!"

You didn't say anything as tears fell down your cheeks. You grabbed him by his collars and attached your lips with his. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer when you heard everyone screaming.

"Happy New Year!"

Fred and you smiled into the kiss as he sealed the promise of never hurting you by deepening the kiss. Surely you have had some bad relationships but it was all worth it if it had brought you to Fred Weasley, the redhead which made your belief in love begin again.

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Ah I loved writing this. Thank you for reading!

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n-requests are always open for you my darlings with all the love i can possibly muster, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- wave crashin sense of loneliness? enemies to lovers, rain confession, gender neutral and sfw

dating this Weasley would be such a rollercoaster with its ups and downs

honestly, would've hated him at first, i loathe the snark

but the thing is, the charismatic personality would just draw you to that magnet of a man

but it was a bit cute (maybe)

“You’re short enough to have to go onto your tippy toes to kiss me.” “I’m short enough to elbow you directly in the gut, with ease.”

picking fights is just his love language before he realizes you feel the same

so much drama before y'all actually got together

i picture it as how you both would have picked a fight which got you very upset since you've finally come in terms with your feelings and he's here trying to hurt them

it would be rainy day and you'd be making your way back from the green house as quickly as possible as he waits a bit further away

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves rolled.

as you tried to avoid the whole meltdown you realized that his feelings shouldn't be spared and thus starts the argument

from one to another your feelings were in the air, an air full of love and hope

love confessions in the rain>>>

and suddenly how shy you were with a blush plastered on your face wherever he was.

such a shy baby to his thick british accent

i think he's a bit more calmer and steadier than all of you give him credit for

oh but the flirting- give me a break already

he's just the more outgoing and daring type yk

he's the type who would continue to win you over for the rest of your lives after fullingly knowing that he was yours

he'd be so quick w those remarks thats would personally send me of blushing

lets talk about fred's motto: an eye for an eye

it doesn't have to mean anything in a negative sense or even related to you

but if someone was out for you, weasley will be out for them and oh how cruel he could be

he's driven by instict

and if he wants something then he would have it then and there

electric guitar w fred weasley

𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: my favourite redhead, and i love the idea of this and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love, tiya :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

you're on the bed in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory with fred. you're legs were sagged over fred's shoulders as you admired his pretty hands tuning his guitar. your pretty wannabe punk boy.

you wish he'd tune you like that. his soft hands fiddled with the strings running them up and down. you sat their flustered, how can someone manage to look so good?

he was making you feel electric godamnit.

shirtless with his overgrown hair put back with a hairband you found and his veins clearly shown was the view you had. abs flexing as they roamed the red electric guitar.

you feel a jolt as he pulls you down by your thigh falling not-so-angelically on to his lap as his guitar was now placed to his side.

fuck he looked prettier above me

Having a nightmare and George comforting you

i n v i s i b l e p r o m i s e s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: im so sorry it took so long, istg there are over 200 requests and im really trying my best to be able to write all of these to a decent standard and im very new to all of this so it takes a while but regardless my requests are open luvs :)

requested- yes

warnings- nightmares, close intamacy, physical touch?

tall, black-cloaked figures with rotten, skeletal hands; they have the ability to suck a person's soul out through their mouths draining all happiness and joy.

dementors.

you woke up sweaty and panting on george weasley's bed trying not to stir him up. there was something about them that frigtened you, but you didnt know what. prehabs how they look with those ragged clothes or that they could take everything that had ever made you smile go away in a kiss? you had too much to loose when you had so very little and that is terifying

you failed to let georgie remain asleep. he wasnt new to the episode of nightmares and knew better than to verbally comfort you.

he rested his back on the bed and inched you closer. it was such a gentle thing that would make your heart swell

he pampered you with the softest kisses as if one could hurt you and carassed your hair as if he's never seen such prettier strands

his comfort was being there. georgie knew best what to say and when to not and that was the reason that he was so dear after such disturbances to your sleep. just holding you was enough because everything else was aldready said

i love you

i will always love you

im gonna keep loving you

and george fucking weasley will never let that smile leave your face

so, i was listening to lover by taylor swift and that made me create a fictional scenario in my head (again) well the part where taylor says "And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me" reminds me of george weasley 😭 😭😭 (I'm still in love with him 🤧)

I would be very excited if you wrote a one shot where the reader is a friend of hermaione and they spend all their time together with harry and ron. At one point fred notices this and befriends the reader (let's assume george was not there when fred approached the reader)

In short, the reader is someone quite funny and has a really charming laugh. At a time before one of snape's classes begins. Harry Ron and Mione next to the reader burst out laughing and as almost everyone was silent some turned to the group responsible for such a "rumble" the twins looked attentive and one of them (cofcofgeorgecofcof) was perplexed to see someone as cute and adorable as the reader will laugh like this, ""the most beautiful laugh you've ever heard""

As the days go by, George gets Fred to include him in a conversation with the reader to get to know each other more.

George and the reader become good friends and whenever George has the chance to be around the reader he doesn't miss it.

The reader is the type of person who also listens to everything the other says (and since the reader had a secret crush on georgie he was comfortable hearing him tell any bad joke or funny anecdote.)

Once in the great hall at howarts george and the reader were talking animatedly. Fred noticed how the reader smiled more and more every time George spoke to him and he also saw how her brother looked at her as if she were seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.

Anyway, at the Christmas ball, George stumbles over her words when he wants to invite the reader, which she ends up accepting.

They dance together, have fun and have their romantic moment when at that moment Fred enters throwing hints at her brother and her friend to confess her feelings.

When the party ends. On the way to the rooms. The reader and geoge end up confessing in a somewhat embarrassing way stumbling over their own words as well. (I love these cheesy 😭💗💗)

And the reader steals a kiss on the lips from George before going to sleep. Leaving georgie with a face the color of a tomato.

I would like the reader to be female if it is not so much to ask hehe.

I'm sorry if he is too dense to read, I hope you can understand what I wrote, my native language is not English and I'm literally translating this, I'm so sorry 😭😭

At first I was embarrassed to request this because of how corny it is but OH GOD HOW I LOVE THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

P.S. I love how you write, it's very beautiful 💓

s m i l e s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: tysm for requesting this with so much detail, im gonna attempt it to do it justice and thank you for taking the trouble to write this all out for me

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Fred Weasley was a trouble maker. He was a see it and do it kind of learner. His sense of eyesight has never failed him and it never will. So what he saw infront of his eyes must be true, dear Georgie was falling in love.

You were maybe two years younger than the Weasley twins when Fred came running behind you to return your quill you forgot in the great hall. This caused a freindship to blossom and set the path of when the both of you would be in laws.

Hermione Granger had spent all day teasing about the wrong twin who's going to fall head over heels for you.

the five times Fred Weasley took notice of Georgie falling in love:

(1) shared portion class-

There were many things you couldnt do that would get you in trouble in potions with snape. But the one that lost you 10 points from your house was your laugh.

Last period on a hot friday evening was potions, but not just any class but the infamous joined classes with your senior year used to finish shared portions much quicker and that was the time where snape was most insuferable.

Sitting next to the trio was trouble in all kind of ways. When you couldnt contain a smile and laughed at everything indiscriminatley. Ron had retorted to one of snape's remarks had you giggling.

And that was when a certain weasley came into view or you to his. Georgie's head turned to the adorable laugh that filled his ears to face the most adorable girl he'd ever seen. Her nose was scrunched and shoulders lightly shaking and the prettiest smile stretching her lips.

And for once in his life he was speachless at the prettiest thing he's seen for all he could think was how he'd get drunk on that laugh everyday if he could have poured it all into a bottle and kept for himself.

As slick as georgie tried to be, fred noticed hid brother asking around for you, creating very difficult methods to get your attention and making the dumbest possible excuses to talk to you. That was the day freddie decides to play match maker.

(2) corny jokes-

"What did the fish say when he swam into the wall?" asked georgie looking very proud of himself. Fred did not know if it was because he managed to convince harry to let him beside her or of his new horrible joke he thought of all night.

"What?" you replied, looking as curious to hear. You took your concentration off your notes and paid attention.

"Dam, get it?"

You had tour head tilted back laughing that same damn way you did the first time and holy god.

(3) the look-

It was a saturday evening and almost no one was in the great hall. most on their way back from hogsmedge while a few stayed back. George and you had found your place is the corner of the grand table with the most exiting extanges. Freddie was maybe a few feet far, they 2 could never stay apart too long was having a great laugh with his batchmates. Turning around to share the joke with George he noticed the two extanging smiles and laughs and the twinkle they had in their eyes.

her smile could'nt get any bigger

and he couldnt look at anything with so much love

(4) dates-

You were a woman of many admirers, so why were you turning everyone down? Fred was hurting his head wondering if this would increase Georgie's confidence or inflate it.

To speak for you, you had made up your mind. if it wasnt Georgie then why bother?As much as you tried not to lead yourself on like this, how could you imagine anyone but him beside you. he'd be the only one you'd want to talk to when you're sad, the first to tell when you were happy over something, the someone who'd you'd hug and dance and twirl with. how could any other man compare when he was infront of you.

But when it comes to him it leaves you to be the confident one while he's a stumbling mess

"so uh..like i know..ball-"

"you asking me to the ball weasley?"

"uhr, not like that-"

"then like what love?"

"i mean like as- just us-"

"yes darlin"

(5) dancing

Swaying and stepping on eachother's feet kept both of you to keep bursting up with fits of laughter, but the star of the night? Fred.

He was always looming around dropping his comments to both of you playing the double agent.

"she looks so pretty in that dress, makes u wanna oohlala"

"georgie's eyes are so gliterry, you could get lost in them"

"her lips are pretty nice eh, you keep wandering around there"

"georgie is more than a nice arse, he could be your nice arse"

His words of aproval kept looming over eachother's conciousness. was it time, would i regret it? one thing leading to another, both of you found yourselves at the end of the night and the both of you were ready to take a leap of faith in the all might merlin who watches over you

"so-uh you know that you were- i mean are-"

"before you say anything, i uh-"

"m trying really hard here woman, you're- I like-"

"me- you like me georgie"

and with that he was utterly confused. how did she know? who told her? and then hit his realization. you liked him back too.

"you like me back"

"no shit sherlock"

you were trying very hard to keep your cool but georgie looked so kissable didnt he? and why not take a chance, might as well

you pressed him to a wall with your palm flattened next to him, caging him even if he was towering over you. with the other, you pulled his tie, pulling him in to a kiss to last a few mere seconds and walked away, leaving georgie looking as similar to a tomato

holy shit she kissed me

she kissed me

i have just been kissed-

dancing in the rain with fred weasley

d a n c i n g i n t h e r a i n

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: I havnt gotten as much as fred as i have george, so im delighted with his presence to my inbox. im ngl, this month itself has given me a writter's block, but i'm working on it, hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Fred Weasley has always been known to be the more reckless of the two, the more impulsive one if i might aknowledge. but beng asked to dance in the rain with him? it was probably the most fred weasley thing to ask.

shirt stuck to his body as if his figure had been freshly craved with a chisel, his hair kept back with on of your hairbands and his hands just dangled everywhere he could keep it. It might have been roaring thunder but it seemed just like the two of you behind the quidditch bleachers.

These were the times Fred Weasley just falls in love again, it was how she'd smile so rarley that it made him yearn for each one. He'd do the stupidest to the most devil things to look at her to see,

did a smile take over her face yet? did she see?

she was smiling, and such a lovley one. a one that would want you to stop everything and look, the one you'd take millions of photographs of, a one which he felt his darn heart was blessed with

Hi! I love your writing and I’ve been literally binging through all the fics! I was kinda hoping for a fluff / angsty fred fic 👀

So we all know our beloved Fred dies and I’m kinda wanting to have a fic around that. It starts very warm and calm with possible memories before the war and how happy the two were waiting to get married, start a family etc. maybe a little moment in the morning of their house together waking up and it’s just stolen kisses and happiness 😩

Until the war begins and they both want to fight in it, very bittersweet moment of goodbye between them while Fred tells reader to be safe and how it’ll come back on both of them. During the war we know Fred gets killed and how it could be the reader protects a younger person during the war and that’s how they are killed too. The Weasley family not knowing they were dead until they saw her being placed down on a stretcher beside Fred. It’s just SAD and ya know ANGST. Anyway could be the two of them reuniting in the afterlife Idc!

But if this is too much don’t stress you’re amazing 😩

b i t t e r s w e e t

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: ahh i'm so happy you've been enjoying my writting, that makes my day. this brought back plenty of unhappy memories of a ten year old reading it for the first time, but what this really remiend's me of this is the line, "it's been a long day my friend, i'll tell you all about it when i see you again". i hope you don't mind as i hav'nt really written a proper fic on this and i'm willing to try again to reach your expectations, i wish this enlightens your day, and makes you smile a little brighter with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

the five times fred weasley was effortlessley in love

sometimes being the funniest person in the room was tiring, but being the most handsome, charming and the funniest was just absolutely exhausting. Fred was the type to always brighten the mood. he was the vibe, but sometimes its difficult to always light the room and be that positive ray of sunshine all the time, for it did take effort but he'd give it his all. But when it came to you? it felt so effortless.

(1) on his knees

Fred Weasley has never gotten on his knees for anyone, he'd never belittle himself to begging and he would certainly never find himself in a position where he would have to bend down. and for a girl? pfft

but he did, oh he did, he did, he did.

he found himself on his knees tying you laces with so much adoration. and a thought went across his mind.

is being this in love even real?

(2) oh for a hello

mind you, you were minding your business and making your way to the next class when the hem of your skirt was pulled, spinning you to the proximity of Fred Weasley's handsome face. you were cornered to a wall with him leaning in as if he owned the world.

"hello"

(3) privellages

Fred was going of about god knows what and he was being quite annoying. he was upset about you doing some reckless things as if he did not partake in any such activities.

"Freddie". that had shut him up so well ah.

"can i call you that?" you pestered on, watching him immitate a fish. he turned himslef around and started smiling in hopes you wouldn't notice how flustered he's gotten. it was astounding how effortlesley happy you would make him and it drove him crazy.

"hmm"

imma marry this girl

(4) that not so little sensation

Weasley had somehow gotten into your dorm, and to be honest you didn't bother to wonder how. Beacause, when he had a will, he'd find a way, and if he could not find a way? he would pave with his own hands.

he springled and peppered your face with kisses and had his arm tightly around you as if you'd disapear if he let go.

what was that sensation he felt everytime he saw her smile and laugh? it was him being effortlesley in love

(5) die for you

it says you see what you have loved the most in your last, and he was happy it was them, cause its always been them. He felt all the stress, the anxiety and the worry leave him, it was just her, and who could be stressed after seeing that face. it was like a sponge absorbing anything and everything that made you worry.

it's been a long day, he'd tell her all about it when he saw her again

cuddles with a needy fred weasley

-🍄

c â l i n e t

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: caline means to embrace, and it sounded fitting. latley i feel like i need a hug right now but its going to be allright. this was inspired by something happened in a dream with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

Fred Weasley just adored picking the most obnoxious and utterly stupid topics to fight over. it was a love language, just a one you haven't uncoded yet but he was more than ready to wait. He just adored seeing you perplexed and infuriated with him, he just loved how all of your attention was put in to prove him wrong.

But this time it didn't play as to Freddy's hand. It usually was a small disagreement and it led to noting problematic.

You found yourself going out of the way to not look at him, touch him, or even being near him. You wanted to, you really did but you felt a heavy sense of hatred whenever he flashed that devilishly hansome smile of his. you ought to pour a bucket of chillies on him, lord.

it was'nt his intention that the fight to hit a spot, he just wanted to see that annoyed look that made him skip a beat. well, what not a better time to take the situation into his own hands.

Friday, last period where you had herbology with professor Sprout while he had a free. She had to pass the courtyard if she planned on leaving the class and that would be exactly where he would stand waiting.

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves roled. he was supported by the bench and was manspread taking all the space.

But before you had the chance to get away he pulled you on your wrist, the movement caught you off balance and you found yourself on his lap.

"i'm sorry, i did'nt know you'd get angry darlin, it was just to see you annoyed"

"why do you always go out of the way to get me so upset?"

he couldn't answer that, atleast not to her face. they lived in ignorance and they woul'dnt thrive if they aknowledged their feelings.

"I am not sitting on your lap, did you miss the part where I'm mad at you?"

"you can sit on my lap and be mad at me my love."

he put his hands around her waist and brought her closer while taking her book bag and gently placing it on the floor.

"shutup and hold me"

s a f e a r m s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: tysmm for requesting agaainn, im sorry this took some time, i wasnt sure how to lead with this but i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

fred weasley, the king with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the cockiness no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.

then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?

why did his heart flutter? or why did heat rise to his cheeks and why did he feel so weak to a pretty smile? you had every power over him and he despised you for it. he despised himself on how easily you could walk all over him and he'd say thank you. he couldn't fathom why he was so desperate for your attention even if it was for a mere second.

walking around the hallways in all his glory he'd immediately caught you making your way. it was peak rush hour, everyone was squirming their way from one class to another and his girl had seemed to have lost her footing

fred swept in catching her from having a meet with the floor. her arms were hugging him. freddie took a second for him to teach himself how to breathe again.

"the words are you're welcome" supplied fred when your mouth lied open, failing to form words. fred weasley had his arms swung around your waist having you pressed to his chest.

freddie didn't want to let go. he wanted to keep you pressed to him, his hands were everyone could see. he wanted to hold on forever.

"are you planning on letting go freddie darling?"

fuck. fred was officially pudding after he heard 'freddie' roll out of your mouth, he was fulfilled.

"so you can go and fall all over again? let them finish scavenging the halls or you'll become squash." how he managed to sound so confident and steady he didn't know?

maybe it had something to do with Rodger Holmes on the other side of the corridor, his face filled with jealousy. it gave freddie a kick. the girl he's been pinning for in freddie's arms, pressed against him whispering into each other's ears. Holmes did not need to know what as long as he could see she was in her weasley's arms. it helped him establish his dominance. you were to be his even if you didn't know it yet, even if you'd thought him to be the cruel cold hearted prankster, and Rodger dear better sit the hell back down.

Caught in the Prefect’s Bathroom | Fred Weasley Smut |

Fred Weasley x Female reader

Contains: Smut, Mommy kink (near the end), Masturbation, shower/bath sex, sub fred, and a bit of fluff

 Fred was head over heels in love with her. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she yelled, everything she did went straight to his heart. He couldn’t help his eyes as they followed her walking in the hallways. Fred had never imagined himself becoming so in love with a girl who didn’t talk to him, every girl wanted him. Girl after girl came up to Fred, flirting with him and making snide remarks about her, making him angry and forcing them to leave.

He daydreamed about her, going on dates, getting married, having children, and sometimes very very dirty thoughts that caused him to leave for the bathroom to fix his growing problem. He couldn’t help his mind from thinking about her riding him, and the beautiful moans he knew you would make. He couldn’t help but moan your name in the prefect's bathroom (that he had snuck into more than once for privacy). He, however, didn’t know you had been listening to him. Leaning against a wall where he couldn’t see you with your hand down your pants, hand over your mouth desperately trying to hold back moans from escaping and giving you away. 

You couldn’t help it, you were so turned on watching him stroke himself to the thought of you. He looked so beautiful, his fiery red hair soaked from the water and messily laid around his head, his head thrown back letting out soft yet loud moans of your name, and his veins popping out from how rough he was going. One hand stroked his member while the other held tightly onto the side of the bath. His legs were shaking heavily as if he could have fallen at any moment you couldn’t help but imagine it was your pussy he was pounding into, rather than his hand. You thought about his hand pressed against your mouth rather than your own, while he whispered dirty things into your ear. 

One day while Fred was back in the prefect’s bathroom, doing what he normally does, he heard a soft moan. His hand froze and his head came back to its normal position looking at the direction he had heard the moan. He thought he was hearing things until he had heard a soft “oh Fred” coming from the same direction. You were too lost in your own world to notice Fred had stopped and was currently making his way toward where you were. Fred pressed his back on the other side of the wall you were on, preparing himself to see one of the fangirls that followed him everywhere.

Much to his surprise, he saw you. Your hair was messy from being rubbed against the wall, your eyes were shut, and your hand was in between your thighs. Your hips were desperately bucking against your hand, chasing a release that seemed so close yet so far. Fred watched the sight as it went straight to his dick, making him harder than he had before. “Oh Fred”, Fred’s eyes shot up to your face, seeing if your eyes had opened. His hand traveled back to his aching member and began to stroke it lightly. However, he wanted more. 

Fred removed his hand from his member and moved to face you. He took a very quiet, deep breath and pulled your hand out of your pants, and moved the one from your mouth, pinning both hands behind your head. Your eyes shot open only to be met with the lust-filled eyes of Fred Weasley. “Well well, what do we have here.” Fred’s lips curved into a smirk, while your eyes filled with embarrassment and panic. “I- I’m so sorry, I can go if you want.” You became a stuttering mess under the boy’s gaze. Fred Weasley was a tall boy, he was 6’3 while you were under 5’6. He absolutely towered over you. “Is that what you want though darling? Leaving without having the best orgasm of your life?” 

Her eyes drained of any fear and embarrassment, she continued to stare into his eyes, they were like a portal she could get lost in. “Please Fred, please touch me.” Your voice was filled with need and came out in a low whimper. Fred chuckled, moving his hand to where yours was previously. As soon as his rough finger made contact with your clit, you bucked your hips and let out a soft moan. Your eyes quickly shut tight, his fingers felt amazing. Fred’s heart could barely handle what was happening. He had wanted this for so long, and to have you withering under his touch and moaning his name, it was an absolute dream. He slowly rubbed his pointer finger around your entrance, while his thumb played with your clit.

He stared down at you, his other hand slowly came down to your hand. “Please, touch me too, please darling.” Your eyes slowly opened to see him with his head hanging low. He was watching his thumb play with your clit, entranced by the sight before him. You moved the hand he was holding to slowly stroke him. Fred tore his eyes away from his fingers to watch your hand, he could have came just from the sight. He let out low moans, throwing his head back, eyes clenched shut. 

You pulled Fred’s hand away, but kept yours there, and sunk to your knees. Fred opened his eyes and looked down, only to be met with your beautiful ones looking right back at him while slowly stroking his cock. You licked the tip, making sure to keep eye contact. “Oh shit baby, you wanna suck my cock? I wanna feel that pretty mouth around me, baby.” You complied and took him as far into your mouth as you could, pumping the rest. Fred let out a loud moan but continued to look at you. His legs were already shaking, he was so close already from his previous actions and the sight before him. 

“Merlin, get up baby, I wanna cum inside you please.” Hearing Fred beg turned you on more. You got off your knees and began to remove your shirt and pants. Fred said nothing but watched your every move. You pulled down your panties with your pants and looked Fred in the eyes as you unclipped your Bra. You bit your lip and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the bath. Fred followed you like a lost puppy but got more turned on by the thought of fucking you in the bath. You dipped your foot into the bath before fully going in, pulling Fred in with you. You turned around and pushed Fred down to sit in the bath. You moved to be straddling him, hovering over his aching member. “Do you want me to ride you, Freddie?”

“Yes. Please ride me, make me, and you feel good, please.” You smirked down at him, lowering yourself onto him. You and Fred both let out loud moans, not holding back at all. After adjusting to him, you began to slowly bounce on him, the water splashing around the two of you with each bounce. “Oh merlin Fred, you make me feel so good. Such a good boy for me, letting me bounce on your cock. Fred moaned in response, clearly liking the name. 

As you continued riding him and picking up pace, you started to feel a pit growing in your stomach, begging to let go. “I’m gonna cum Fred, gonna cum all over your cock, is that what you want baby? Want me to come all over your cock?” Fred nodding his head vigorously, feeling himself come closer and closer to cumming. “Yes mommy, please, I’m gonna cum too. Please let me cum in you mommy. I’ve been good for you.” 

You felt yourself releasing while screaming Fred’s name and yes over and over. Fred came inside you as well from your orgasm, he gripped your hips roughly and pounded himself into you, riding yours and his orgasms out. He slowly began to stop, and pull you to his chest. You both said nothing, trying to get as much air as possible. The silence felt nice, but then Fred interrupted it, “be my girlfriend, please?” You looked down at him and into his eyes, they were filled with hope. “Of course Freddie.” You smiled down at him and brought your hand up to his cheek, slowly gliding your thumb back and forth over it. 

Fred pulled you into a kiss, before setting his head on your shoulder. “Oh come on you two! Some of us need to take a bath and get clean!” Your heads shot in the direction of the voice, only to be met with a slightly annoyed Cedric Diggory. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly waiting to use the bath. You giggled, “sorry Ced, go into the other room and let us get dressed.” Cedric huffed and muttered a small fine before turning around and heading into the other room attached to the bathroom. 

You lifted yourself off of Fred’s member and slowly got out of the bath, nearly falling because of how badly your legs were shaking. Fred laughed from behind you, “just sit down love, I’ll get our clothes.” You huffed and sat down, waiting for Fred to come back with both your clothes. When he came back he was fully dressed and carrying your clothes and both of your guy's wands. He set your clothes down to the side of you and lifted you up. He helped you get dressed and carried you out, shouting at Cedric that the two of you were done. Cedric grumbled to himself before walking into the actual bathroom. 

Fred carried you to his dorm in the Gryffindor section of the castle. George and Lee were both too busy sleeping to notice him carry you in. Fred set you down on his bed, taking off your shoes and socks, along with his. You moved under the covers while he was removing his, getting very comfortable. Fred lifted the covers and got in with you, pulling you to his chest and resting his head above yours. You were both finally happy to call the other one, mine.