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color [f.w]

word count: 1.6k

pairing: fred weasley x slytherin!reader

warnings: swearing maybe?

a/n: i’ve been swarmed with work lately, but i’m doing my best to get out requests frequently. should be back on a regular writing schedule soon :)

request: Hey hey can I get a Fred request? With a Slytherin reader? Um maybe just like a little cliche dorky soulmate au where a person can't see the color of the other person's eyes until they make eye contact? It would be lovely if you did :) (requested by @just-gotta-be-me)

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you listened with a forced smile as your best friend droned on about how beautiful the color blue was, rolling your eyes subtly as you tried your best to look interested in the conversation. she droned on about how brilliant the different shades of blue were; the ocean, the sky, and her favorite, the blue of ravenclaw house. 

over the summer, your friend had met their soulmate, who was (unsurprisingly) a ravenclaw in your year. she ranted on, excited about the entire encounter. you didn’t blame her, really. blue was a magnificent color, you couldn’t even imagine not being able to the color of the sky for the entirety of your life.

you luckily, didn’t have this problem. your soulmate didn’t have blue eyes. you hadn’t decided if it was a blessing or a curse, but it was known to all at a young age, that one was not able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until they met yours. 

it never really quite made sense to you, but you never questioned it really; everyone else seemed to cope with it, so you tried to as well. besides, you’d discovered in your first year that you couldn’t see the color ‘brown’, and everyone had reassured you it wasn’t anything to miss out on. 

you’d only sometimes wished you could actually see the color of the great hall walls, rather than a dull gray that somewhat ruined the warm welcoming feeling the room gave everyone else.

the train came to a stop, causing you to sigh. as happy as you were for your friend finding her soulmate, hearing her talk about it as much as she was had you jealous. you were going into your fifth year at hogwarts, and as you and your friends reunited on the way to the castle, it seemed as though everyone in your year had already found their soulmate. 

you kept your mouth shut on the carriage ride up to the school, though everyone was too caught up in the chatter to really notice. you were fine with it that way; you really weren’t in the mood to try to explain yourself and deal with all the fake sympathetic looks.

you stepped into the great hall, sighing in relief as you took in the atmosphere. buzzing students, young and old alike, everyone simply happy to be back at the castle. 

though many wouldn’t admit it, hogwarts was a second home to all of its’ students. you were somewhat in a daze when you heard your friend call you over to the slytherin table, and smiling you made your way over, sitting in the spot they’d saved for you. 

“you know, y/n..” your friend whispered as the crowd settled down, preparing for the sorting. you gave them a questioning look, their tone nothing but mischievous. “you should keep an eye out. maybe your soulmate is right here in hogwarts, waiting for you.” at this you rolled your eyes. 

“odds are, if they attended this school, don’t you think we’d have met by now?” you fired back. your friend went to reply, but was cut off by dumbledore commencing his speech.

your friend let the topic slide for the rest of the sorting and dinner, which you appreciated greatly. you were getting quite annoyed with the whole ordeal. surely, if you were meant to have found your soulmate, you would’ve already. 

shaking your head slightly to yourself, you tuned into your friends’ conversation and pushed the thought of your soulmate to the back of your mind. you enjoyed the rest of your meal catching up to everyone’s summer experiences and sharing your own, excited to be back with your second family. 

before you knew it, dinner was over and it was time to head to the dungeons. you wished your few outer-house friends goodnight, and joined the crowd of students attempting to leave the crowded room. 

you somehow lost your friend within the chaos of trying to exit the room, (though you weren’t too worried, as it happened nearly every year), and simply tried to push your way towards your dorms. you’d just escaped the mass of students when you stepped on something slippery, losing your footing completely and collapsing on the floor with a thud. 

a chorus of laughter arose from behind you, causing you to turn and stare daggers at the pair of redheads who were struggling to catch their breath. you knew of course who they were; fred and george weasley, the two infamous hogwarts pranksters. 

you’d never had the pleasure of encountering them as they were a year older, and in that moment, you’d wished it stayed that way. 

“funny, is it?” you snapped, standing up and brushing yourself off. the two boys glanced at each other, and then nodded in agreement, chuckles still leaving their mouths. 

“yes, actually.” one of them spoke, looking you up and down. “slytherins do have the best reactions to our pranks.” you rolled your eyes, ready to leave and head to bed. 

the one who had yet to speak grabbed your arm, turning you playfully. “may we have the pleasure of knowing your name miss-” he trailed off, just as your angry eyes shot up to meet his. 

a pounding feeling shot through you both and you quickly pulled your wrist out of his grasp. 

you froze, eyes dancing along the walls that used to have no color in absolute wonder. “wow.” you breathed, entranced by the delicate ‘brown’ color everyone talked about. 

you would admit, it was not as beautiful as blue or green, but it suited the castle’s detailing perfectly and suddenly everything felt right. a curious look permanently in your eyes as you soaked in the color you had never experienced. you saw the school in a new light.

fred was not much different. he stood dazed, but the only thing he focused on was you. he took in your figure, drinking you in. you were absolutely beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he’d never seen you before. 

you looked around in wonder, while his eyes were glued to you. he thought your expression was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. 

fred turned to george and lee to ask what the hell had just happened, but they were nowhere to be seen. he frowned, and when he turned back to look at you, your gaze had found his again. 

“hi.” you said, your anger suddenly non-existent. 

“hi.” fred repeated, as you both took a step towards the other. you looked at each other in silence, before he spoke. “merlin. if i’d known my soulmate would be this beautiful, i would’ve looked harder.” you blushed, taken aback by the comment. 

you shrugged, internally shaking off your nerves as you thought of a quick reply. “your loss, i suppose.” he quirked an eyebrow, impressed. 

“you know, i do think i asked for a name.” he smiled, extending a hand. 

“y/n, y/n l/n.” you said, a mischievous grin on your face. 

“‘m fred weasley, but by the look on your face when georgie and i pranked you, you already knew that.” at this, you rolled your eyes, earning a chuckle from him.

the two of you were off in your own little world, the corridor nearly empty at this point, leaving the two of you alone. “i can’t believe my soulmate is a gryffindor.” you teased, though you both knew there was truth behind your sentence. 

fred seemed unphased, snapping back quickly. “no offence taken, i never expected my partner to be a slytherin either.” he said it so casually, leaving you the perfect opportunity for some revenge earlier. 

you raised an eyebrow, “who ever said i was your partner?” fred looked confused at the statement.

 “well we are soulmates, are we not?” 

you laughed, looking at him with adoration. you slowly stepped closer to him, inching your lips teasingly close to his. he looked you in the eyes once more, before leaning forward, and mere seconds before your lips touched, you pulled back, leaving a frown on fred’s face. 

“oh weasley, just because we’re soulmates, doesn’t mean i’m not going to play hard to get.” you smirked, blowing him a quick kiss and sauntering off to the dungeons. 

you turned around briefly to see his stunned, yet slightly impressed expression. “it’s almost curfew. might want to get climbing.” you winked, slipping down the stairs in pursuit of your common room. 

fred stood in the corridor, processing everything that happened. he’d just met his soulmate. he had a soulmate. and she had been here all along, right under his nose.

someone clearing their throat brought him out of his thoughts, turning around he was faced to face with professor dumbledore. “i do believe you should head to your dorms, mr weasley.” he spoke, winking at fred and disappearing back into the great hall. 

fred blinked, before shaking his head and starting up the moving staircases. “game on, l/n..” he whispered, smirking as he walked towards his common room.

you plopped down in your bed, sighing as you leaned back, looking at the ceiling. “where have you been, then?” your friend remarked, you sighing contently. 

“i met my soulmate.” you said casually, hearing everyone in the dorm room shoot up and wait impatiently for your story. you told them a story, though it lacked much detail, including who it was. you were vague, only telling them it was a boy from another house who they knew of. 

of course, they continued guessing, but you only shook your head, laying down to sleep. as you glanced around the dark room, you were suddenly missing the warming brown tone of the rest of the school. 

usually the dungeons were your favorite place in the castle, but after tonight, you were sure that would change. and just like that, you discovered your new favorite color.

polaroids [f.w]

word count: 1.7k

pairing: fred weasley x reader

warnings: angst, death.

a/n: felt like i needed to post something. just an idea i had :)

request: n/a

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a sigh escaped your lips as you rummaged through the old box you had stored in your bedroom. you had just arrived home after the end of your 7th year term, and you were sorting your things. the war was finally over, and finally for once in your life, things had started to feel almost normal. 

you were just getting through your final year, you did have to repeat it due to the horrors of your last year, where every corner you’d find a curse waiting to be thrown at you. you finished your exams with the grades you tried so hard to get and were happy with how things had gone.

until you received an owl a few days before you were due to return home, that you and your family were to move to america within the coming weeks. you hadn’t wanted to leave, but your parents assured you that leaving would be best for you, with all the traumatic experiences you’d faced. 

you lost the only person you loved in the war, yes, but you were managing well, with the help of your best and closest friends. you didn’t know how you would survive without them. 

besides that, you had grown up in england, in this very house, and with every bit of decoration being placed in various boxes, you felt your childhood being picked apart piece by piece. 

it was hard for you, having had some of your best memories in the old building. which is why when you stumbled upon a dusty, yet distinguishable box you vividly recalled, you couldn’t pull yourself from the urge to go through it. 

you pulled the box with you as you sat on the edge of your bed, gently lifting the lid and smiling as your eyes glanced over the contents. it was filled with polaroid pictures; a camera that was gifted from your muggle aunt, that you forced him to take pictures of you both with on multiple occasions. 

you ran your hand gently over the pile, your hand grazing a random one and picking it up, smiling fondly as you reminisced. 

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an 11 year-old version of yourself stood shakily in front of the brick wall, your heart racing. your mother ran briskly behind you, catching up to your small form quickly. glancing at her wrist, your mother cursed under her breath and grabbed your wrist, pulling you without warning through the passage to what would be your new home. 

the platform was quite intimidating, parents and children running here and there, scrambling to get onto the train. you bid your mother goodbye, and without much protest, found your way onto the train. 

being a first year student was hard, and you wanted to find yourself an empty compartment, rather than having to ask someone to sit with them and risk rejection. you found one quickly, pulling out your camera and a book and throwing your case above, relaxing in the seat.

your silence was only interrupted by the door flying open, and two identical redheaded boys who looked a few years older than you, sat down in front of you. you blinked in shock, when one of the two reached out a hand to you. 

“fred weasley. this is my brother, george. we’re third years. mind if we join you?” you took a second, before hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it, followed by george’s. 

“y/n l/n.” 

“say, what’s that?” george piped up, pointing to the polaroid sitting next to you. 

“it’s my camera, see!” you spoke enthusiastically, the pride of your camera overwhelming you. they seemed intrigued, so after a quick explanation, fred spoke up.

“could we take a picture together?” you looked at him, making sure he wasn’t messing around or making fun of you, but he seemed genuine. you smiled, agreeing. you slipped in between the two twins, fred taking the camera due to his longer arm, and you all posed as he snapped the picture.

a single tear slid down your cheek as you took in the memory, taking in a deep breath. that was only the first of many interactions you had with the weasley twins. a sad, yet meaningful chuckle escaped your lips. 

if only you had known back then how important those boys were going to be in your life, you would’ve gotten to know them better right then and there. sure, they were three years older than you, but they acted as though they were three younger.

laying the polaroid on your bed, you fished out another one. a picture of you, angelina, fred, harry and george; harry on george and fred’s shoulders, you tucked under fred’s free arm and angelina tucked under george’s. 

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you swiftly caught the quaffle, weaving your way through opposing players and an occasional bludger, the wind whipping gracefully through your hair. you caught sight of angelina, a fellow chaser, with an open shot, yet was undetected by the ravenclaws seemingly swarming you. 

with a quick dip and sharp turn of your broom, you effectively distracted your pursuers, easily throwing the quaffle to angelina, allowing her to score. this went on for another twenty or so minutes, before you finally heard the announcer call that harry had caught the snitch.

you all landed cheering, meeting your team in the middle of the field and embracing one another. you saw ron and hermione running up to you, your polaroid clutched tightly in hermione’s hands. 

as oliver gave his typical gloating speech and dismissed the team, hermione quickly called you all over to take a picture. the two gingers swiftly lifted up the chosen boy, and were quick to grab you and angelina as well, all of you smiling as hermione took the picture. 

she waited a few moments for it to process, looking at it with pride. you slid out of fred’s arm to collect the picture, pretending to judge it. 

“it’s perfect.” you affirmed. she beamed, and you glanced at up at your friends, exchanging smiles, and one noticeably larger smile to a special someone.

it was the simple memories like this that were your favourite. you didn’t need to worry about harry, ron or hermione getting themselves into trouble with the dark lord, these moments were the very few normal times where you could all just pretend there wasn’t a war looming over you, ready to happen at any given moment. 

you smiled, sorting through the rest of the polaroids until one in particular made your heart stop. you handled it with great delicacy, the tears now freely flowing as you looked at the beautiful image.

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you stood anxiously in your mirror, twisting and twirling in front of it in a feeble attempt to gain confidence. it didn’t work however, and you let out a frustrated sigh. hermione peeked her head out from the bathroom, giggling when she saw the state you were in. 

“y/n, you look amazing. stop worrying so much!” 

you frowned at her, “hermione, look at you, then look at me! i don’t even compare.” you huffed, and she sighed. 

“you know that’s not true, and besides, fred is going to love it.” 

at this, you tensed. “hermione, we’re just friends.” you muttered, your cheeks flushing. the original plan had been for you to go as friends along with george, but he’d finally mustered up the courage to ask out angelina. 

instead of letting it get to you, you and fred agreed to go just the two of you. 

specified only as friends, of course. which meant it wasn’t a date, but hermione seemed to not be able to get this idea out of her head. “mhm.” she waved you off, re-entering the bathroom to finish off her look for the extravagant night. 

when you were both finally ready, you stepped down the stairs together, giggling as excitement bubbled in your chest. hermione was meeting krum at the entrance to the ball, so you told fred to meet you there as well. 

together, you made your way to your dates, and a foreign feeling of nerves washed over you as you quietly replayed hermione’s words in your head. you bit your lip as you turned the corner, smiling as your eyes landed on your not-date for the night.

stepping down the stairs, you had been a nervous wreck. only an hour later, you and fred were having the time of your life, dancing and singing to your hearts’ content. 

it was like time had stopped around you, and that you two were the only ones who were there. you were in your own little bubble and you were on cloud nine. it was only in your last slow dance, that he kissed you for the first time. it wasn’t necessarily like the movies would show it, but it was perfect. 

colin creevy found you the next day, handing you a perfectly taken polaroid of you and fred. it was during your special slow dance, you both gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, moments before he leaned in. it looked as though you had posed for the picture, you couldn’t have loved the photo more. 

it conveyed so much emotion, every unspoken word between you was portrayed. it was love, and anyone could see that. (you even loved it so much, you decided for once, to let it slide that the younger boy had been taking pictures of you without your knowledge in the first place.)

so as you sat on your bed, crying every last tear as sobs wracked your body, you couldn’t help but feel the ghost of his arms around you. every comforting word he ever spoke echoed in your mind. 

“it’s okay, love.” “everything is going to be alright.” “i love you, forever.”

it was scary, really. you could’ve sworn he was right there next to you. but he wasn’t, and he was never going to be. he was gone; you were never going to see him again and you had to accept that. 

you gently placed the polaroids back into the box, painfully swallowing as you packed it away with the rest of your things. you glanced around the almost empty bedroom you’d spent so many nights lying in his arms, or thinking about him; and suddenly, the thought of leaving didn’t seem so bad after all.

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.

The smoke from your mouth | F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Warning:smoking,drugs,mentions of sex,anger

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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 smoke from your mouth 2 | F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Warning:bad language,anger,references to drugs,make out,fluff

Part one here

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Author’s notes:I’ve never thought about posting a part two for TSFYM but since it blew up here I am.Please leave a feedback,I love reading your comments🖤

Summary:after the night you and Fred spent together he didn’t talk to you again,so you decide do confront him but something happens between you two.

<<I really need to talk to him>> you mumbled <<Then go on>> Cedric replied <<You don’t get it! He’s been avoiding me for two days and every time I have the chance to face him Angelina’s always around. She’s so sticky>> you rolled your eyes and sighed <<Then you’re right. I don’t get it. Fred Weasley is a whole enigma. He told you that he loves you but he’s always stuck with Johnson...he’s such a player. However he might have told you that because of weed. You know how it works,you’re not yourself when you smoke>> the Hufflepuff shrugged his shoulders <<Then why he didn’t fuck me? I mean if he was out of control like you’re assuming he would have fucked me instantly but he did not,as he promised>> you replied.

Cedric nervously sighed and massaged his temples <<Listen girl,just find it by yourself. He’s right there-the boy pointed at Fred who was on the opposite side of the garden,busy talking with Lee and Angelina-ask his friends to leave and talk to him once forever. I’ll be here if you need me,but now,for the love of Merlin,go! You’re exasperating me>>. You laughed and nodded,giving one more stare at the little group of friends. You got on your nervs when you saw how Angelina was hanging from Fred’s lips. She looked so sticky that you wanted to punch her right in the face. The way she was smiling to him,laughing at every single word he said and then,when she leaned onto Fred and just brought his arm around her shoulder you felt like you were exploring. But what made you mad the most was that Fred didn’t seem to despise her attitude,instead he gave in as he played with her hair. <<I’m fucking done,thank Merlin he said he loves me huh?>> you growled,finally walking towards the boy.

<<Fred can we talk for a moment?>> you asked the wizard who turned to you,seeming visibly embarrassed <<Right now? I’m- >> <<He’s busy>> Angelina said,cutting his sentence off <<He’s old enough to speak for himself,aren’t you Fred?>> you asked him calmly,a light of disappointment and sadness in your eyes. Fred looked at you and gulped <<I am. Let’s go for a walk>> he said with a nod of his head wich was telling you to follow him.

<<What do you want to talk about?>> the boy asked,you blinked twice in confusion:wasn’t it so obvious? <<About what happened two nights ago-you muttered-when I smoked in your room>>. Fred glanced at you for a second and then he looked at the ground <<I don’t remember what happened. Forgive me if I said something I didn’t mean,I was high>> he said,coldly. Those words teared you apart like only the sharp edge of a blade would. <<You don’t remember? You don’t remember what I told you and what you told me? Nothing?>> you demanded <<Not a single word>> he said again. You suddenly stopped walking,making Fred turn around. Your hand closed in fists inside the pockets of your robe and your eyes busy scanning the grass as you didn’t want to have an eye contact with Fred. <<You don’t remember that you said you love me? I opened my heart to you and you don’t remember a single word of mine? Weasley look at me and tell me you’re joking>> you growled,lifting your head up <<I’m sorry. I really don’t remember anything and also...I don’t love you,not in that way. You’re my best friend that’s- >> you cut his sentence off <<Enough,Weasley!-you raised your voice for a second and immediately recomposed yourself-it’s enough. Now,I’ll go. And,Fred,don’t you dare to talk to me again. Have fun with Johnson,she seems to be dumb enough for you>> you said coldly,leaving,while the boy didn’t even move.

You knew he remembered what he had said that night and most of all you knew he had done it on purpose when he said he loved you. He hadn’t been so high as he wanted you to believe...but why did he lie now? Was he so amused by playing with your feelings? Since when had he became such a bastard? That wasn’t your best friend. Fred would never. The Fred Weasley you knew wasn’t the one you had talked to a few seconds ago:he was sweet and caring,a player,yes,but not with you. He liked girls and hooking up with them sometimes,sometimes he had even broken their hearts but he would never do such a thing to you. You had always felt safe with him so why suddenly he changed so much? Was it your fault? Maybe you looked so pathetic that night that he just played along to not hurt a high girl but if so...why would he hurt a sober one?You shaked your head as you wanted to make the thoughts fly away and walked to your Defence Against The Dark Arts class,but for the whole lesson your mind was haunted by Fred’s image.

It was late evening when you finished to study and chose a book to read while relaxing at the open air. You wore a warm sweater and left your dorm,going straight to the Hogwarts garden. The sun was slow disappearing behind the mountains and the sky was painted in such a scarlet orange that your stomach got butterflies at the moment you saw it. You smiled and looked for a free bench where to sit.

While walking on the green grass you saw someone sitting under a three,some smoke was surrounding his silhouette:it was Fred,busy smoking as always while drawing something on a old ruined booknote. You sighed as he was the last person you wanted to see that day,but you sat on your bench anyway,thinking that reading your book would help you pretending he wasn’t there. What a failure.

At first Fred didn’t even look at you but soon the boy started staring. While reading you could feel his eyes on you,scanning your features,your moves. You felt your body boil knowing what he was doing,the sweater became too hot to fit in,the words on the pages of Pride and Prejudice became confused and lost every meaning. You closed the book and sighed,standing up to find Fred’s tall figure right in front of you.

<<Leave me alone,I’m busy>> you scoffed,walking inside the school <<Wait>> Fred stopped you by grabbing your wrist <<I told you to leave me alone!>> you yelled,glaring at the wizard with burning eyes <<I just want to talk>> <<I don’t want to. End of discussion!>> you exclaimed. You were about to leave when you felt Fred’s hand grabbing your hips and lifting you up,you blinked confused and then you found yourself sitting on the stone of the window-still of a huge window hidden in a corner of the Hogwarts main corridor. <<I’m not letting you go until you’ll listen to what I have to say>> <<I’m not going to listen to your fucking bullshit,I’ve already had enough. I refuse to be just a play and go girl. I’m not letting you hurt my feelings>> you said staring right in Fred’s deep eyes. <<You’re not one of them. You would never be,Y/n. I love you so much,you can’t even imagine>> he soft spoken,placing a strand of your hair behind your hear.

Your breath got shorter has his face was so close. Your heart twisted at the same need of having him close that you felt a few nights before,but this time you weren’t high. The only thing making you high was Fred’s scent of smoke and cinnamon. <<You’ve been saying you love me,but it’s a while since you showed me. What happened to you,Fred? What happened to my best friend?>> you asked almost in a whisper while playing with the sleeves of your sweater. Your stomach was filled by butterflies,the attraction was growing inside you,raising from the depth of your heart to delete every single bit of anger. You wanted to punch Fred in the face but,at the same time,you wanted to kiss him as hars as you could. <<Things are getting complicated,Y/n>> he muttered <<Is it because of what I said? I know you remember everything,Fred. You lied this morning>>. The boy sighed and his hand slipped from the stone of the window-still to your thighs <<I guess I need to be honest now>> he said biting his lips <<You must be>> you replied drawing little circles on the back of his hands with your fingers.

The boy looked down,then he immediately lifted his head up and looked at you. You could see a different light in his eyes,something that sent shives along your spine <<So?>> you asked;Fred kept looking at you and smirked <<I didn’t want to do that,I’m sorry>> he said,setting the space between you to zero. His lips were now smashing against yours,as his hands traced a straight line on your thighs and reached the skin of your hips under the sweater. A moan escaped your mouth as you finally felt his touch on your skin. Your hands ran all along his arms,feeling the cloth of his shirt crease under your fingers. Your scent of fresh flower mixed itself with the smoke one from Fred’s as the boy’s hands were moving all along your body. You let another moan escape while Fred’s lips moved down to the uncovered skin of your neck,sucking on it and leaving purple love bites that would make you crazy every time you looked at them. <<Fuck>> you mumbled,feeling weak under his touch. You were unable to fight the lust growing inside you,and you didn’t even want to. Everything you wanted was Fred:you wanted him to give you everything. <<Don’t stop please>> you moaned again,heavily breathing. Fred lifted his head and looked at you <<You deserve way better than me,you know? But I can’t hold on anymore>> he gasped,playing with the front of your lower lips,gently drawing little lines with his thumb on it <<You don’t have to,Fred>> you replied <<I told you that you don’t deserve me>> he muttered again,getting closer one more time. Your breaths mixed up,a mess of attraction and desire was going on in between you two <<Why you keep saying that? I don’t see the problem:I love you and you love me. Let’s try it>> you said,moving your hands to the neck of his shirt.

Fred rested his forehead against yours,weakly smiling,wrapping your body in a tight hug. <<You’re smart,pretty,charming...you’re everything a princess could be and I am just an idiot who smokes everyday,makes pranks and sometimes hooks up with girls. Y/n you deserve a man,not me>>. You sighed,caressing his cheeks <<You are what I want. I really love you,Freddie,it’s been a while since my feelings changed. I don’t want to be a friend anymore I want more. I want you Fred,so please stop being cold,stop telling me lies and stop calling yourself an idiot. You’re not,you’re what I treasure the most. Please Fred,I’m begging you to give us the chance we deserve>>.

The ginger smiled and left a kiss on the tip of your nose <<I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I did. I promise I’ll be a better man,the man you deserve>> he said,hugging you again.You smiled as your face sinked in the cloth of his shirt. <<I love you>> you giggled <<I love you more,babygirl>> he replied.

[tag: @meph1stophelian ]

𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕜

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛,

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5𝑘

A/N: my second fic, took forever to write as usual. Enjoy:)

Theo stared intently at his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. He was sitting in divination, not listening as Professor Trewlany droned on about 'the art of studying horoscope charts'. Every single word that escaped her mouth made its way to Theo's ears like a mosquito's bussing, which irked him to no end. He didn't even know why he signed up for the class to begin with. That's a lie. The reason he was slumping in this class was absurd, and the absurd reason was sitting by the round table in front of him, looking half asleep.

He struck you a glance, feeling the scent of overly-soaked tea and Incense reach his nose as he took a deep breath. He felt truly pathetic. Taking a ridiculous class for a girl. He could practically hear his ancestors cackling at him from their graves.

But how could he not, it was you. You with your old sweaters, you with that sarcastic mouth, you with that creative and colorful mind that always seemed to impress him. As he said before, absurd.

His eyes slowly traveled back to his table. Or rather what was laying on his table.

Before, at the almost beginning of the lesson, he'd found a letter in amongst his books. It looked like it had been written on very old parchment, and the ink that spelled out Theodore was smudged on the edges as if someone had swiped their hand over it before letting the ink dry.

He picked it up and thumbed at the edge of the folded paper, speculating if he should open it or not. A part of him was filled with nerves and slightly excited about receiving a letter. But at the same time dread, it because what if it was a detailed written letter about someone's undying love for him.

Theo truly couldn't understand how some people loved him so much that they felt the need to confess by letter. He had never really been the most handsome when he was younger, at least that was what he thought, but when he grew into puberty it changed. His looks, his voice, his height. And also his popularity among the boys and girls at Hogwarts and along with the streets of London.

"Mr. Nott!" He slowly carried his eyes forwards, meeting his gaze with the big googly eyes of Professor Trewlany, along with every single student in the classroom.

"Ah! There you are, though I had lost you for a second there." she smiled toothily,  and she continued with the lesson as if nothing had happened.

He felt embarrassment crawl steadily up his neck, and he lightly cleared his throat as if he could cough away the feeling.

Feeling a pair of eyes crawling over him, he looked around, finding that it was you that had been looking at him. Warmth rose to his ears, and the feelings had come to be to get too much for Theo.

He lightly tilted his head to you, as if asking what you wanted, and you raised one of your eyebrows at him as if it were obvious why you were staring at him. And you knew that he knew what you meant when he mouthed a 'later' before trying to focus on your lesson again. Albeit it was hard, as his fingers itched to unfold the letter but he wanted to open it outside the classroom with your guidance.

You slowly turned in your seat again, still wondering what could have gotten him so tense.

--

His head quickly turned around when you got a hold of him, and his face pleasantly relaxed when he saw you scowling at a student that had pushed you aside to get by. You proceeded to push him forward as you felt students starting to step at the heel of your shoes.

When the lesson finally came to an end, you did your best to stand up and sprint after Theo, even though your body tingled in pain from the uncomfortable position you sat in during the last hours. You saw his mop of hair walk out of the doorway, and you hurriedly shoved through your classmates to catch up with him. And when you finally reached him, you quickly took a handful of the back of his robe so that either you or he wouldn't lose each other in the crowd.

"Alright, alright, no need to push me." He told with a slight attitude layering with his clear voice. You rolled your eyes but did listen to him either way, not having the energy to push him either way.

It felt like you could breathe again when you finally arrived at the end of the stairs, and you slowly let go of Theo's robe as your hand started to cramp because of the harsh clasp you had on him. And the two of you began to track through the corridor that led to the courtyard.

"Nice weather today innit?" Theo looked at you weirdly as you tried to small talk. Your steps echoed in the once empty hall, and he wondered what had gotten you so awkward all of a sudden.

You couldn't help but take a look at him as you walked shoulder against shoulder. His hair was different like he'd started to take care of his dark brown locks. Its hair had a new shine to it, especially when the sun hit it. You lightly cleared your throat when you realized that you were starting again, and looked out of one of the big windows.

"What, you want to go out or something." He asked, and it wasn't until after he said it that he realized how it sounded. But it didn't seem like you noticed. He didn't know whether he should be happy or not about it.

You thought about it, and you decided that it did sound like a good idea. So you gave him a nod.

"Good, because I need your help." You watched curiously as he dug his hand into his pant pocket, and pulled out a piece of folded paper. Your eyes widened almost comically as you watched him fiddle with the familiar piece of parchment. You felt as if the hallway suddenly became a little bit too warm, and you felt yourself starting to sweat under your school uniform.

"Found this in one of my books earlier." He told you, turning the paper around, inspecting it. Panic began to rise in your chest as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you along, his eyes still caught on the letter.

Why didn't he open it when he got it?! Is he stupid?! Why do I need to be with him, does he know? Is he trying to embarrass me?

"Oh, hold on! I just remembered. Professor Dumbledor wanted me to go to his office after divination, something about Magic of dark arts." Everything came out in a jumble of words and you were worried that you were going to get tongue-tied.

You looked around yourself, trying to find anything that would bring you out of the awkward situation. But nothing. So you used your brain the best you could, trying to find a good enough excuse to get out of the excruciatingly embarrassing moment.

Theo watched you with suspicion. You were doing good in that class, always graduating with the highest grade. But he recently let you go, either way, finding no peace in arguing with you.

"Alright, see you later then." He nodded, and you saw how he was fighting off a frown, but you shook the guilt off and ran towards Dumbledor's office. Or more like running past his office and sprinting towards the Gryffindor common rooms.

You pushed through the people on the stairs, accidentally stepping on Neville's foot in the process.

"Sorry, Neville!" Nevil, Dean, and Seamus watched you crawl up the stairs in a hurry.

"I'm telling you, that lady is crazy." Seamus voiced, and Dean snorted loudly.

--

"So stupid." You muttered, shaking your head.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." You articulated, giving a glance to your surroundings before slipping into the red and yellow painted common room. The room was luckily empty, most of the students enjoying the last warmth of the sun before it became cold once again. You unconsciously started pacing around in the room with your thumbnail getting amused by your teeth.

"So, so stupid. Why would you give him a letter? He hates letters." Cursing at your stupid decisions, you threw yourself on one of the couches, letting your body melt into the fluffy cushions with your jaw resting on the place between your collarbones.

"Shut up Fred."

"Oh, what a depressing sight." Someone sighed deeply, a faux petty in their voice. You knew that voice by heart and didn't have to look up when two weights invited themselves on either side of your potato bag of a body.

"He's right, you look depressing. Maybe even a bit pathetic, with a little piece of hopelessness in the mix." George rubbed his imaginary beard as he thought about what you looked like.

You sighed. Normally the presence of a Weasly would be enough to dig you out of your moods, but this time it did the opposite.

"Thanks, I'm aware." There was a bite in your voice, and the twins met eyes, both holding a pinch of surprise in their brown irises.

Fred slowly sank into the couch, mirroring your body language. Whether it was to tease you or if he felt as utterly dumb as you did, no one knew. And frankly, you didn't care.

"Oh? was that what I thought it was?" Fred egged on, and the small laugh that escaped you was uncontrolled. It was strange how they were able to be such mood lifters. Because they could be real asshats in their moments.

"Soooooo." You felt George starting to rearrange is the position he was in, and after some shuffling around, he was laying on his stomach with his legs swaying back and forth. They stared at you with those puppy dog-like eyes, and you were forced to push your tongue against the wall of your cheek to not let your smile show.

"How did the letter thing go, did you woo him with your charming letter." And you were back to sulking once more.

"It went shit." You muttered.

"Elaborate." Fred encouraged, resting his head in his palm.

You sighed dramatically before resting your head on the edge of the back seat.

"He didn't open the letter when he got it, and then he expected me - who wrote the letter - to sit with him while he read it like a bloody moron." Rambling and exaggerating were two things of your specialty. It did occur often, but fortunately, no one seemed to think that it mattered, only finding it a little more amusing.

"Well, he must know that you're so extremely head over heels in love with him either way now since he read the letter I mean," Ginny spoke up from nowhere and your head snapped towards her when she did. Fred and George agreed from their point of view, thinking that the problem was solved.

"They told me." She quickly defended herself while pointing at the two boys on your sides.

"Why wouldn't you sign with your name when you declared your love for him, you moron," Ginny whined. And you tried to get out an excuse for your stupid mistake.

"Well, he would know, yes. If it weren't for the fact that I did not sign my name." With a guilty mumble, you sank even further down on the couch, feeling the weight of the consequences of your action on your shoulders. Or rather the lack of action.

The three siblings simultaneously groaned and complained at your confession.

"Bu- Well it wasn't like it was an 'exact declaration'. I just wrote about how his hair and eyes looked nice." You shrugged with a small pout forming on your lips. The whole ordeal was beginning to feel ridiculous and you were starting to regret ever giving him the note in the first place.

"What did you even expect to happen. That he would figure out who it was in two seconds and run into your arms?" Ginny asked, and the twins gasped comedically.

"Harsh, sister."

You let out a pitiful groan. "No, she's right. I should just... not continue. Let it be." You gave yourself an encouraging nod, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. You wanted to Nott about your feelings so bad, but you didn't have the mental strength to get turned down, and potentially ruin the only thing that let you be close to Theodore.

"No! That's even dumber! You are going to continue with this letter thing you've started with." Ginny pointed at you sternly, and she watched your eyes turn big at her tone of voice.

"Or else... Or else I'm going to take you off the Quidditch team." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the three of you. And just when you opened your mouth Ginny made sure to shut it.

To everyone's surprise, including your own, you did continue to anonymously send those poetic words to Theodore, and while you didn't do it with any proclaimed confidence, you didn't sit by the side to wait for the faith to tie you together.

"And don't think that I can't, because I know people." She informed with a stone face and puffed chest. You quickly nodded, not finding yourself intimidated by the younger girl, though still trusting her words. And with the confirmation from you, she swiftly turned around and let her legs carry her towards the door, intending to get that last beams of sunlight on her face.

--

And even though Theo might be the unaware genius, he was still observant and could detect a shift of emotion by the smallest twitch of an eyebrow or the tiny wrinkle on someone's nose. But it didn't seem to be in his favor for the situation he was glued in.

Though you didn't know if you gained a positive response from him since you always avoided him after the letter was hidden and given. And as Theodore was the smartest wizard in the house of Slytherin, in your year at least. It astounded you that the cunning Mr. Nott still hadn't come to figure out that the letters were from you. But you didn't know his point of view, and that was not calming your anxiety one bit. For while you craved for him to know your affections for him, you knew that the risk of rejection was still a major possibility of an outcome.

So when the lesson ended he quickly took a strong grip on your wrist before forcefully dragging you after him. At first, you didn't outwardly question him or protest, but when you saw the nicely folded papers in between his fingers, you felt a cooling bucket of panic getting thrown over your head.

He did notice that every time he brought up the factor that he wanted to show you something, you were immediately gone by the second. And your -what he hopes was- excuses were thoroughly thought out and planned, making them seem like they were only coincidences. And on his fifth letter he decided that it was time to tell you about the letters, even if, for whatever reason, you didn't want to hear.

Fear began to take over, doubts and anxious questions filling your brain to the rim. You attempted to object and you were beginning to run out of excuses, but it didn't matter because the second you opened your mouth you were shut down or hushed by Theodore.

"Oh Nott come on, stop being impossible!" you tried to protest.

"Oh hush and quit whining." Muttering. You despised when he muttered.

He grabbed the chair closest to you, and as the gentleman, he was, pulled it out for you.

It appeared to you that he was taking you to the library, and you let that calm your nerves since you knew that he would never try any confrontation in a public space. But to your horror, the library was packed with students. He decided that a spot in the back would be the best option, both for his and your comfort. And after accidentally walking into someone he finally arrived at the corner that he was looking for.

But you didn't seem to understand because first, you looked down at the seat that was meant for you before you slowly allowed your eyes to travel upon Theo, who was looking at you with a newfound determination. He was closer to your face than you prepared for, and you instinctively held your breath so that you wouldn't breathe on his face.

When you looked at him, Theo almost wanted to drop the act that he had going on. You looked up at him with big, questioning eyes and it took Theo the little self-restraint left after all the years with you to not do something regrettable.

"Sit." You could see his sharp canines as let the world out between his lips. It wasn't an ask and neither was it a suggestion. His demand caught you so off-guard that he didn't have time to blink before you were sitting on your chair.

"As you can see, I've been getting letters." He started.

Theo felt a small amount of ridiculous as he ordered you around, but he didn't have a choice since if he didn't, you would continue to slip through his fingers like an eel. He sat himself down in the red-clad chair and slowly pulled out the letters, trying to gauge a reaction from you. But your face didn't show any signs of discomfort, uneasiness, or awkwardness. The only emotion visible on your face was the cursed confusion.

"And I think that you already knew that since you've been trying to get away from me every time I try to bring them up." He paid notice to how your back slightly straightened, and he took that as an I sign to continue.

"But that doesn't matter right now." And that's a lie.

You watched as he tried to find the right words and a deep sigh told you that he was struggling. You had known Theo for 4 years, and even though he had a great capacity for writing and reading, he was still struggling with his speech. And it wasn't that he was bad at his grammar, he just had a problem expressing his feelings. And that had gotten you into many unforgettable fights and misunderstandings.

"I need your help." It was mumbled, almost not heard. You raised your eyebrows in slight surprise, feeling slightly helpless as you watched the seemingly distressed young man in front of you.

"And what might it be that Mr. Nott might need help with." You crossed your leg over the other, and you felt slightly bizarre at this moment.

Theodore watched your pellicular manner and raised his eyebrow at you when you reminded him a bit too much of a phycologist.

"Seriously, what's up with you?" He asked, but didn't have the needed patience to wait for an answer that wouldn't come.

"Whatever, what should I do with the letters?" What. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm afraid I'm lost."

He sighed, rolling his eyes and scoffing, seemingly feeling irritated by the fact that you didn't understand him for shit.

"Should I read them, throw them away? Or maybe you should read them?" He sounded conflicted like it was one of the hardest decisions he'd ever had to make, and you got curious about what could've gotten him to behave like he did at the moment.

"Wait, you haven't read the letters." It was more a conclusion than a question.

For some reason was the first emotion you felt embarrassment, and you had no clue as to why. Something in the back of your head told you that he knew that you were the culprit, but it was almost if not impossible for him to know. Or perhaps it was for the fact that you felt so desperate to know how he felt for you.

You could feel yourself sinking into your chair as Theo shook his head.

"I was going to read the first with you, but it seemed that Dumbledore's office and quidditch seemed to be more interesting." A small scowl melted upon your face, and annoyance flared up in your chest as he blamed his cowardness on you.

Theo felt his heart rattle as you lightly glared at him, whether it was from the feeling of excitement or uneasiness, he didn't know. And as an answer to your glare, almost like an instinct, he raised a challenging eyebrow.

It made you roll your eyes, starting to get tired of his childish behavior.

"Coward." You mumbled.

"I'm not a coward, I don't want to open the letters if I don't know who they're from." He hastily defended, and once again your face scrunched up in confusion. You shifted in your chair, uncrossing your legs and letting them fall to the sides as you sagged even more. And out of an accident, your foot made contact with his. You were just about to jump away, but Theo didn't move nor recognize it, so neither did you.

"So you want the letters to be from a specific person?" You sighed tiredly. You waited for the shake of his head and speech of denial. But it didn't come. Instead, he slowly nodded, while looking at you through his lashes.

You let your face be overcome by faux surprise and excitement and tilted your body forwards so that you could rest your head in your hands.

"Who is it." You cringed at the squeal in your voice, but you didn't let it show for the sake of your little act.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." There was a shift in his tone, and you were taken aback by the quick change in demeanor. You slowly leaned back with a scoff stuck in your throat.

Theodore suddenly felt uncomfortable by your sudden show of excitement and his stomach slowly sunk as his thoughts went haywire. It was obvious to him that you wouldn't show this excitement over who he might love, especially if you didn't know who. He pressed his lips together in misfortune and let himself get consumed by the failure and shame.

The letters weren't brought up again after that, and Theodore seemed to have dropped his strange attitude and gone back to his normal, brooding, and charming self. Although you couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed with him, you just couldn't pinpoint what.

"No need to get so defending Nott. I was only asking." He scoffed lightly and began to back his letters into his robe.

Your butt had started to ache and it felt like the old tree bench had started to grow roots to you because of how long Oliver had been discussing tactics and positions and whatnot for the last hour. You understood that he wanted to win because you all did. But you didn't believe that sitting on your arses was the best way to prepare.

"Alright, let's wrap this up. Fred, George. You had something to say?" Slightly shifting on the bench, you watched as the twins switches places with Oliver and you exchanged glances with Angelina, but she didn't look like she knew what they were up to either.

"We would like, as a start for our speech, to get our lovely chaser (name) up on stage." Two hands grabbed the fabric of your red and gold clothes, and you yelped as you were roughly pulled up, and squished between the twins.

"That's what is suspected. And how convenient that our chaser has given us her hands." You started to protest in their grip as the small crowd four broke out in applause and jubilee. But before you were able to break out from their strong grip, they turned to you and blocked your way with their tall frames.

There was a silence before they began again."How many in here, would like a free broom service." The entire room stretched their hands up, and you started to suspect evil in their minds. But you let them continue for the sake of your sanity.

"If we win, you confess to your Slytherin man." You quickly opened your mouth to protest but as usual, you were quickly shut down. " And if you refuse, the night will be spent with six broomsticks instead of snogging with Nott." George finished Fred's sentence, and you squirmed at their bluntness and choice of words.

Their faces were a void of amusement, and you felt yourself being pushed into a corner. Both figuratively and literally.

"Alright fine. Fine! I'll do it. If this is the only way you'll leave my love life alone. I'll do it." You only mumbled the last part, the words being meant more as a personal encouragement.

That's why it came as a surprise that you could hear Theodore's sharp whistle through the autumn air.

They silently did their celebrations, high five and a little too hard slap on your back. And after five minutes, you were standing on the side of the court, swallowing down your nerves and waiting to step up on your brooms and start the game.

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You watched in broad horror as Harry catches the snitch before the Hufflepuff did, your stomach turning itself inside out with nerves. You had seen Theodore in the crowd, and while it normally would make you giddy, it didn't go quite the same this time. The shouts and hollers of victory were ears deafening around you, and that combined with the buzz in your ears because your adrenalin rush made it hard for you to even hear your thoughts.

You found him standing on the edge of the stand, and when he saw that he had your attention, he gently waved you down to him with his hand. Almost immediately, you directed your broom down and stopped it so that you would be eye to eye with him.

"Hello." He was leaning against the wooden beam that was acting like a railing, with a small, sly smirk on his face.

"Hi." The shy smile on your face was uncontrollable, but you couldn't help it because you had never seen Theodore looking at you with such eyes.

"You did a good job out there."

"Why thank you." You answered bashfully. Theodore looked down on his armrest with a small smile, and began to slowly trace it with his fingers.

"You know, I never would've guessed that you could be such a poet." He watched your face twist in confusion.

You felt your body begin to warm, pushing away the autumn cold as hooded Theodore's eyes were locked with your lips.

"Sorry, but I'm no poet." You answered carefully, sensing what this was about. But you couldn't understand. He said that he didn't read the letters, and even if he did it later, it meant that it had only taken him one day to figure out who it was from. A gulp scratched your throat as Theodore's eyes began to travel away from yours. Like a soft caress, they raked over your face, from your brows to your soft cheek, ending on the cupid of your lips.

"You're a dick sometimes."

"Nott-." That's all of your warnings that you were able to get out before he placed a big open-mouthed kiss on your cold lips. At first, your entire body became rigid as a rock of surprise, until the other one of Theo's hands positioned itself on the back of your neck. A sound scaped the back of your throat as you started to relax against his lips, and you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of ecstasy.

Now you were just confused. Your mouth hung open with unsaid words, but your brain seemed to have stopped training because of the stunning words that Theodore provided. He rolled his eyes, and you were beginning to get seriously annoyed at his cryptic behavior. Until he forcefully grabbed the collar of your red and gold clothing and pulled you towards him.

Theodore watched you with hooded eyes, feeling pleasure from only seeing your content face. But he had to pull away because he had been holding his breath ever since this morning.

So he gave a teasing lick with his tongue on your lower lip before he slowly pulled away. You tried to chase him with your lips, but the grip that he had on your shirt prevented you from so desperately locking your lips again.

"So you knew that it was my letters." You mumbled, watching him with slanted eyes.

He chuckled, and you were broken out of your bliss when he released you from his death grip. Both of your heads snapped towards the court when two surprisingly loud voices were heard whooping. Fred and George gave each other a high five again, and you shrank in embarrassment as you realized that your intimate moment with Theodore wasn't as secluded as you thought it was. When you looked at him as again, you realized that you had always cherished him. And that he would always have your soul and heart wrapped around his pinky, imbedded with his silver rings.

"I had no idea." He smiled lightly." As I said, I didn't want to read the letters until I knew that it was from the person that I wanted it to be."

You sighed loudly, your insides melting.

"You are adorable." Happily, you cupped his rosy cheeks and mushed them together to see his cute pout. He tried to struggle out of your grip, and when you let go of his cheeks he was glaring at you. But you didn't let yourself be fooled by his handsome face, instead trusting his blushing ears that he wasn't as opposed. And with a last peck in-between his eyebrows, you flew away as you wanted to get out of your sweaty clothes to later spend time with the young wizard and not cleaning brooms.

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That's it, I have come to realise my inability to write a One shot under 5k. Bye.

Pairing:Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings:smut ,mentions of death,sad

Sorry if it's cringe or uncomfortable fore some of youI tried my best .

One Saturday night yn was getting ready for bed when she heard a knock at the door.She got up and opened it just to find Fred standing there with tears in his eyes.She pulled him in and hugged him ,letting him cry into her shoulder.

They pulled apart and yn calmly said"what's wrong baby ?Did something happen?"Fred just shook his head and pulled out a letter.She carefully grabbed it and read it slowly.It said that his great aunt passed away from dragon pocs this morning.

Yn took Freds hands and led him to the bed where they sat for a minute him just resting his head on her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair,slowly but surely calming him down.

Freds head then turned and he started planting kisses on yns thighs ,a small whimper then escaped her mouth which caused her to tug at his heir making him groan against her skin.

Soon enough yn pulled him up and started to kiss him passionately.With Fred pressed against her thighs causing her to feel just how hard he is .

From a simple make-out they went to Fred dry humping her thigh and her giving his neck dark red hickies.After a minute or a few of this Fred started getting rid of his clothes .First his shirt then his pants leaving him with just his boxers on.When it came yns turn Fred looked her in the eyes as to asking for permission to take her clothes off to which she gave him a small nod.So he took them off but leaving her underwear still on just for a little longer.

Fred then stood up taking his boxers off and grabbing a condom from his pant pocket,he then ripped the packing open whit his teeth putting it on while yn just stared at him dumbfounded .He was a lot bigger than she imagened which caused her to almost drool.

He slowly walked back to the bed putting his hands under yns thighs and dragging her to the end of it in one swift motion.He took off her bra and then kneeled on the floor before her .He then took of her panties very slowly before gliding his finger over her slit causing her to moan and whimper at the action.Fred then smirked and licked her pussy a few times before sucking on it and adding a finger for more pleasure. Just from one finger yn was a total mess laying back with her hand gripping Freds hair making him groan here and there sending vibrations through her core.

He proceeded to add another finger then after a minute he added the third one making yn almost cum the second it entered.Fred fingered her fast and rough makingh her cum extremely fast but he slowed down and ride her trough her high.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her making her whimper at the empty feeling.Fred stood up and licked one of his fingers tasting her and moaning at her sweet juices,he hovered over her and taping his other two fingers on her lips for her to open her mouth which she did.In one motion he had her sucking his fingers while pumping himself a few times, when he was satisfied with yn he pulled his fingers out and turned both of them around so that she was sat on top of his thighs.

Fred held her up by her waist so that she was right above his cock, then he slowly made her sit down both of them moaning like crazy at the sensetion.Yn then slowly started rocking her hips back and forth to get used to his size but it was like Fred had other plans cus he had her bouncing up and down on his cock at a very fast speed causing her to put her head on his shoulder while he begane kissing her neck.

It felt to the both of them as if an hour went by but it was just a few minutes when yn started to feel her orgasm building."fre-ed i-im clo-ose" she told him breathlessly,"me to darling me to".then a few seconds later yn was coming even harder then before ,her pussy griping on Fred cock .Fred then came hard just a little after her , letting her slow down and she then collapsed against him exhausted.He pulled her of him and putting her on the bed.

Fred stood up trowing the condom in the trash waving his wand casting a cleaning charm on both of them.He then pulled on his boxers and dressing yn in his shirt and new panties.

After that was done he turned off the light and joined yn in bed cuddling her seeing a smile pop on her face from a simple ation as that even in her sleep.

Paring(s): Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Fred forgot your anniversary and you got into an argument

Warning(s): argument,strong language

Part 1.

Y/n pov

Today I woke up super early because it was me and my boyfriends 2 year anniversary, I was so excited, I got him a joke kit he always wanted but could never afford. After I got dressed and ready I went to the kitchen to get some food and snacks for later. After an hour I was back in my dorm waiting for Fred to show up and see all the decorations and stuff I did but he never showed, another hour went by, then two and when the clock hit the three hour mark I decided on getting back into my PJs and called Hermione, Ginny and Luna over for a girls night to try and get my spirit up. ten minutes later I hear a knock and the girls come in and give me a much needed hug after seeing my tear stained face. We watched movies, talked about boys and ate all the food. We all fell asleep cuddle up on my bed.

- next day -

An alarm sounded through the room waking us all up, we got ready and went to breakfast. Once we stepped into the great hall all eyes turned to us. I locked eyes with Fred who was waving me over smiling but I ignored him instead going to the ravenclaw table with the girls. I eat in Peace listening to them argue over which sweets was better couldren cakes or chocolate frogs.

- time skip(after class)-

Once the classes were over, I speed walked to my dorm trying to avoid Fred. Someone grabbed my arm and I instantly knew it was him by the Colone I bought him and I said "leave me alone please", "no I want to know what I did , you've been avoiding me all day"he said back to me, "you should know what you did" I snapped at him before running to my dorm and locking the door and lying on my bed falling asleep with tears rolling down my cheeks. I was then rudely awoken by someone banging on my door I slowly got up cracking the door only a little to see who it was and upon seeing Fred I almost instantly went to shut it but he stopped it with his foot."I just want to talk""no go away" I say back at him"please I'll be quick I swear"." Fine you get 3 minutes" I anwser sitting on the bed." I am so sorry my love I forgot and I know there's no excuse for it bit please forgive me " he begs kneeling down before him.

Paring(s): Fred Weasley x y/n

Summary: Fred forgot your anniversary and you got into an argument

Warning(s): argument,strong language

Part.2

Y/n pov

I stare at him as he begs me to forgive him " stop talking" I say and he stops looking up at me with teary eyes " where were you?" I ask him " I um I was with George and Lee planing another prank" he say quietly looking down ashamed." So they're more important than me" I look at him " no no love never I was just I was stupid I didn't think I'm so so sorry" he says kissing my hands ." I'll forgive you but remember I don't forget ever so this happens again I won't be so forgiving now you're sleeping in your own dorm tonight got it" I say sternly knowing he loves to cuddle at night " yes of course anything for you my love thank you" he says relieved as he stands up." Can I kiss you please?" He asks me softly and I nod . He leans in and kisses me with so much love and guilt . After 5 minutes he goes to his dorm.

Time skip( next morning)

I go through the door To the great hall as I search the tables I see Fred sitting with George and Lee I head over and sit besides him kissing his cheek. " oh morning love you sleep well? " he ask as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. I nod putting some waffles ok my plate . After we finish breakfast me and Fred go to the black lake and sit on a blanket as we paint portraits of each other.its like an apology date Fred came up with .

( sorry that it's so short I couldn't really think of anything might update it later but I didn't want to be that person that doesn't do a part two)

Imagine Showing Up On The Door Step Of The Dursley’s To Pickup Harry

Y/N: *mutters* Ah here we are, 4 Privet Drive I think.

Knocks on door and Vernon opens.

Vernon: Who are you?-

Y/N: No time for questions my dear man where is Harry?

Y/N pushes past Vernon and into the living room.

Vernon: Harry? Are you one of his wizard magic friends, your kind aren't welcome here-

Y/N: Oh shut it you blithering fool.

Marge: What are you smirking at boy?

Harry: Nothing.

Y/N: *grins* Hmm, maybe I’ll let this one play out.

Marge: Where are you Vernon?

Vernon: Here! *whispers quickly* If you do anything unseemly I will be calling the police.

Y/N: Don’t worry, we’ll be off in a jiffy! 

Vernon: *to Marge* St Brutus’s, it’s a fine institution for hopeless cases.

Marge: Do they use a cane at St Brutus boy?

Harry: Oh yes

Marge: Good. *to Vernon* You mustn't blame yourself for how this one turned out Vernon. It’s all to do with bad blood. Wasn’t his dad a drunk?

Harry: That's a lie!

Marge’s Wine glass bursts

Y/N: *spits out* No more than you Marjorie Eileen Dursley.

All turn to Y/N

Vernon: *hurriedly* Ah, a friend of Harry! From St Brutus.

Marge: *frowns* Isn’t St Brutus for boys?

Harry: *whispers* Who are you?

Y/N: All in due time my boy *winks*

Y/N: *turns to Marge* Better watch your mouth wench.

Marge: Silence child. *to Harry* Clean it up. Anyways, its got nothing to do with the father, if there’s something wrong with the bitch, there’s something wrong with the pup.

Harry: Shut up! You don’t know anything!

Y/N: *smirks, leans back and watches* I told you to watch your words Marge.

Marge: Right, let me tell you 

Marge begins to swell up.

Y/N: *chuckles quietly* Alright well, it’s been lovely to see you Dursley's but we must be off, Harry, pack your things we are leaving.

Harry: Who are you? And where to?

Y/N: *smiles* Home.

Y/N walks upstairs.

Harry: *follows* You still haven't told me who you are...

This rlly falls into the issue with the sexualization of Twins, too.

Bro, idec know anymore at this point, I am tired of seeing sibling character x reader x sibling chatacter (for example: fred weasley x reader x George weasley, that's just an example) Even if the poly is just the two siblings sharing the other person, it's disgusting. No, NORMAL siblings would ever think of sharing someone. Most of the people who read this shit r probably just wierdos. I promise you ppl who have siblings would never agree to someone if they said, "Can I date you and your sibling?" And if you think differently, ur weird. The reason isn't just a sexual reason (that's just plain disgusting, no normal siblings want to have a threesone or whatever with someone else siblings r very repulsive in that with each other) It can also just be a romantic reason. Just being in a relationship with the same person as siblings is gross. The same thing goes for Obey Me, especially Beelzebub and Belphegor. There have been lessons where it literally mentions how whichever one of the Obey Me brothers wouldn't be okay with sharing you with another brother, but people so desperately want that to not be the case. Especially that one lesson where Belphie mentions in his sleep how he actually isn't okay with sharing MC with Beel, but people r always like, "Oh! If they talk this out, it could work!" Bro, no 😭, except that he doesn't want to, you can't have both of two r siblings. It's utterly disgusting. The times that Obey Me have moments where they're like, "We can share MC." Is all for the money frfr, there has been many lessons signaling that they actually aren't okay with that. The parts were they mention sharing has usually been in events (money grabbing 👀.) I am tired of reading Obey Me fanfic and then when I get to Beel it's like- "Beel & Belphie, why not both :)))" mf i don't want "both" I'm not a weirdo. And I'm only making this post because it's EXTREMELY NORMALIZED that it's literally impossible to ignore it. Not even fictionally, even in real life, ppl who r poly with siblings.. Nahh bruh, even if those siblings aren't dating each other, they got some weird incest shit going on, especially if they both have sex with you at the same time, mental hospital. Me and my siblings and I always mention how disgusting it is, the same thing with my friends who also have siblings. This isn't a matter of "Oh, their all consenting adults they can do whatever." I will gladly tell any p3dos, Zoophil3s, and inc3sts to |< Ý $ no questions asked if you think I'm being dramatic, please exit. If I see shit like this I'm literally just gonna either block the person or report them (which is so much work considering since it's so normalized is fucking everywhere), or literally just say shit. No actual siblings would do this, y'all.. You just really want both of them, and that's fine with other characters that r not siblings (for example if u wanna be poly with Diavolo and Lucifer go ahead), but when their siblings your fr putting a weirdass fantasy in ur head that they r okay with it n shit. And with actual Inc3st ships I've seen literally so many ppl say it's ok (most of them ended up being only children not a suprise), and at this point my stomach hurts and I feel literally sick. I just enjoy the sibling relationship, beel and belphie . Meanwhile, the comments r like, "Me when I want both," mf touch grass.

Anyways yeah I'm just irritated at this point cuz it's so normalized that it's just everywhere so I felt I needed to speak out abt it because it completely ruins the mood when I'm just tryna enjoy shit, and I'm not rlly good with words so sorry if this is layed out wierd or something. I can't be the only one who has siblings and is weirded out by this (obv not cuz I talk to ppl irl who mentions how weird it is). If you have siblings, please put yourself in a situation where someone wants both u and ur sibling at the same time.

You people are acting like those creepy people in real life who go up to twins and r like "Threesome?"💀💀💀

Im ready for the weirdos after me