I will be posting the next part of The Day We Met at some point today. I’m so sorry for the inexcusable delay. A lot has happened in my life since the last chapters was put up. I hope you are all still excited for the next chapter.
Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...
A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!
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Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.
It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.
On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.
Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.
Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.
“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”
She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.
“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.
“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.
Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.
“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.
“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.
“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I’m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.
“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.
“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.
“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.
“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.
“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.
“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.
“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.
“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.
“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.
“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.
“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.
“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.
“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”
“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.
“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.
“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.
He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.
“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.
“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.
“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.
“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.
“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.
You had to admit, Hermione was right.
The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.
Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.
It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.
It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.
But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.
Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.
You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
That was a while ago.
Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.
And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.
He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.
“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.
“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.
“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.
“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.
“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.
“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.
“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.
“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.
“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.
“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.
“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.
Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.
You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.
Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.
Fred was back.
He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.
His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.
Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.
That’s when you saw him.
Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.
“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.
“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.
“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.
“You’re not?”
“How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.
“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.
“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.
“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.
“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.
“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.
“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.
“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.
Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.
His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.
“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.
“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.
His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.
You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.
“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.
You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.
He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.
“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.
Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.
“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.
But nothing came.
One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.
“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.
His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.
“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.
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The Reunion | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minor dni!) oral f & m receiving, handjob, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration (please be safe please, for the love of god!) swearing, fighting, arguments, angst, fluff, mentions of possible depression
WC: 7k+
Chapter Summary: A year after that infamous night, will flames be rekindled?
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As promised, George and Y/N wrote to one another.
Fred had excluded himself from the letter exchanges as he felt that it would be too painful to put words to paper. He was also worried that the process would bring up deep unsurfaced feelings of regret and remorse.
George would often ask Fred if there was anything he would want him to add to his letters to Y/N. Fred would always say to write; Fred misses you a lot. But that was it.
It had now been a bit over a year since Y/N last saw the boys fly away into the dark sky that cold April night. Keeping her promise, Y/N continued her studies at Hogwarts and immediately began training to become a healer once she graduated. She was lucky enough to be granted a mentorship with the ever so helpful Madam Pomfrey during her last couple months of classes.
Now, on one hot May afternoon, Y/N found herself with Alicia, Katie and Angelina, walking aimlessly around Diagon Alley. All four girls had been so wrapped up in studies and work that it had been months since they last saw one another.
It was nice to finally catch up with her old schoolmates but Y/N did have an ulterior motive to her visit however. As they strides the cobblestone walkways, sitting at the bottom of Y/N’s tote bag was George’s last letter.
And in that letter, contained what seemed to be a plea for help.
Dear Y/N,
I hope training is going well and you are putting everyone in their place like always. We are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time. I’ve got to admit though, things aren’t going that well over here. The store is doing fine, brilliant actually! That isn’t the problem. It’s Fred. He hasn’t been getting any better. I know in our past letters you have said that it would take time for him to adjust and get over everything, but I’m not so sure now. It’s been over a year and nothing has really changed. He smiles and jokes around the shop like he always does and I know he loves what he is doing but it’s the nights that are the worst. He turns into a completely different person. I think it's the quietness. He doesn’t like his brain being the only thing he can hear. In the shop everything is so loud and energetic that he can distract him from his thoughts. But once that closed sign is put up and we head up to our flat for the evening he shuts down, almost like all of that energy has been drained out of him. He doesn’t even come out for dinner anymore. I usually just leave things on the table for him and he hobbles out to grab it when he feels like it, only to go back to his bedroom right away. I haven’t been in his room for months by the way and quite honestly, I’m scared to even try. Who knows what type of monster has formed in there. I’m also finding it hard to sleep. The walls aren’t thin in this place so I can usually hear him cry at night. I’ve been constantly casting silencing spells to drown him out but nothing’s working. I guess what I’m trying to say is, could you come visit? Only for a bit, you have no obligation to stay long but I think he really needs it. He misses you and I know you miss him too. So for my sake and both of yours, could you please find the time to come down here? You won’t regret it. I’ll bribe you if I have to, just name it!
Consider it Y/N,
Love George
After reading that letter she couldn't sleep for an entire week. Tossing and turning, Y/N contemplated on whether it was a good idea to go see them... to go see him and what would happen if they reconnected and all of those old feelings resurfaced? It would just make it that much more painful when she would have to leave. There was no sense in showing up only to give him false hope... right?
Then came the call from Angelina asking if she wanted to join her and the girls for a day on the town in Diagon Alley that weekend. Y/N wanted to say no, but something inside her forced her to say yes.
She instantly regretted it, but didn’t have the heart to cancel. She thought that maybe this was her subconscious telling her to finally bite the bullet and walk through those shop doors.
So here she was, avoiding that part of Diagon Alley. The four girls walked around in the heat, stopping along the way to window shop for what felt like hours. They even took a nice long lunch break at the Leaky Cauldron which provided a nice cool down for awhile. Things had been going fairly smooth sailing up to that point. Then they left the Leaky Cauldron and began walking around again. Y/N’s worries of having to face Fred Weasley started to re-emerge. But even though her brain was setting off red alerts for her to stop and turn around, something kept her feet moving along the path to where she remembered George saying they were located.
“You alright Y/N?” Katie asked as she linked arms with her old roommate. Y/N nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath.
“Hey, we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to.” Katie said with care as she gently grabbed Y/N’s arm to stop her in their tracks. All of her friends knew how Fred and her left things the year before and that it was a sensitive subject for her.
“I’m fine Katie, really. Thank you for checking though.” Katie gave her a sad smile in response. Y/N didn’t know if she was fine to be honest.
The group continued to walk a little longer before they came to a sudden stop. Looking up from her feet for what felt like the first time in a while, Y/N came face to face to one of the most ridiculous looking shops she had ever seen. The huge robotic head tipping it’s top hat that resembled the boys almost perfectly was the first thing that caught her eye. Then she noticed the etched golden letters that spelled out Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes just above the door. It would also be fair to say that the bright orange and purple paint coating made it the most colourful building in all of Diagon Alley.
Of course this was their shop.
“Fancy a visit with the boys?” Angelina asked cautiously. Y/N could feel all of the girl’s eyes on her, waiting to see if she would agree or not. It was now or never.
“Yeah, sure.” She said hesitantly. Katie gave her a reassuring rub on the back before they all walked up to the loud building, dodging hyperactive children rushing past them in both directions.
The second they stepped through the door, a gust of warmth and the smell of gunpowder hit Y/N in the face. The inside of the shop was even louder then the outside. Kids and parents ran around different displays and shelves of magical toys, trinkets and miscellaneous items.
It was incredible and Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at what the twins had created. Everything started to make a bit more sense as to why they were so adamant about leaving before graduation.
The girls began to walk further into the shop, clearly familiar with the space, unlike Y/N. They had formed themselves in a way that Katie and Y/N trailed behind, hidden from anyone’s view.
“Ladies, welcome!”
Y/N froze in place upon hearing that oh so familiar voice. He did sound a tad older though, almost as if his vocal chords had grown accustomed to constantly yelling over the many ecstatic customers they have gained in the past year.
But it was him.
Her Fred.
She began to turn around before Katie grabbed her, keeping her planted in place.
“Hey Freddie, George!” Angelina chirped before sauntering over and engulfing them into a hug.
From where Y/N was standing, Fred seemed nothing like how George mentioned in his letters. His face was bright and radiated a youthful energy.
She shouldn't be here, she thought. And yet something told her to stay. Something more than Katie’s tight grip on her shoulders.
“Guess who came to visit?” Angelina suddenly said with a cheeky grin. Fred frowned down at her, traces of a smile still evident his face.
“Who?” Once he asked, the girls all moved away from where they were standing, leaving Y/N completely exposed. There was no turning back. She had been spotted and struck. No escape in sight.
The second he laid eyes on her, his smile dropped. Everything was happening in slow motion.
Even though it had only been a year, she looked so different. She looked like a woman. Not that her face had aged at all but just from the way she held herself. Like an adult witch who was making her way in the world. She was no longer the young naive Hogwarts student that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
That love never disappeared though. He could still feel it dancing within his chest and gut as she shifted awkwardly in place, clutching her canvas tote bag in an attempt to grounding herself.
Fred also looked older to Y/N. He had grown taller since the last time she saw him, if that were even possible. He looked more strongly built, most likely from lugging around all of those boxes of inventory day after day. His face had filled in a bit and the waistcoat he had on hugged his sides nicely underneath his colourful dress jacket. He looked great, amazing actually.
“Y/N.” He gasped out as he dropped the small box of fever fudge he was holding.
“Hi Freddie.” Her face was flushed and the pounding in her chest held a strong presence within her. She wasn’t given any more time to speak as he ran up to her and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug.
“I’ve missed you so much. What are you doing here?” He muffled into her hair. It smelled of the lavender and sage shampoo she used throughout their school days.
Such good memories.
“Girls day I guess.” She awkwardly giggled, pulling away from him and looking down at the floor.
He couldn't help but stare at her intently, happy she had finally decided to come see him.
It didn’t take long for Fred to take Y/N’s small hand in his. He gently tugged her away from the group and pulled her through the chaotic space, showing her everything that him and George had worked so hard to obtain. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the last year.
With every minute, Y/N became more and more relaxed. She watched him intently as he explained things with so much animation while his hands flailed around rapidly. It was really nice to see the childish excitement behind his eyes again, the childish excitement that made her fall in love with him in the first place.
Shit.
“You’re staying for dinner right?” He asked out of the blue while the other girls bid their adieu to the younger of the two twins.
“Freddie I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I have a lot of work to catch up on an-”
“Please.” His big brown puppy dog eyes were exactly why she shouldn’t have come in the first place, but it was too late. She had already been caught in his web.
“Alright. Only dinner though, and then I need to head home.” His face lit up and his eyes formed those same old endearing crinkles in the corners that she adored so much. Not thinking clearly he began to lean in for a kiss before he stopped himself, suddenly remembering where they were in their relationship.
“Sorry.” He whispered bashfully as Y/N shifted away from him, looking everywhere else but his baby browns. She had to set boundaries.
“You coming Y/N?” Alicia asked as the girls started to exit the shop.
“Umm,” Y/N looked between Fred and the girls, finding it difficult to decide on what she should do. Fred’s hand then found itself placed on her lower back, sending a nice tingle down her spine. Her final decision was finally made.
“You lot go ahead. I think I will stay back for a bit.” The girls nodded, grins sitting on all of their faces. This was clearly planned and Y/N had fallen for it.
“Thank you ladies for your help.” George muttered under his breath while he led them out and placed the closed sign on the door. Y/N thankfully didn’t hear him say a single word.
Once the shop had fully settled and filled with quiet, George began to subtly examine his brother's behaviour, already noticing a difference. His shoulders weren’t slumped over and his eyes weren’t hooded with pessimism and exhaustion.
“I’m really glad you came Y/N.” George explained as he finally walked over and went in for a welcoming hug. It had been sort of difficult to do so earlier, since Fred had kept her glued to his side the second she got there.
“Nice to see you to Georgie.” She replied with a small laugh. Once they finally detangled from one another, the twins led the third member of their long lost trio up the stairs and into their shared flat .
It was a good thing that she was there really. The twins couldn’t cook to save their lives, so the minute they began preparing dinner, Y/N shooed them out of the kitchen, only allowing them to approach if she needed help with something small or uncomplicated. It was like the good old days when their mum made meals for them. The scents of cumin and cooking oil as well as the sounds of long lost laughs wafted through the space. Things were going swimmingly, and if anything, solidified the fact that Y/N had missed Fred and George dearly.
“Godric, Y/N. It really is great to see you again.” George beamed as he sat back in his chair, easing into the fullness he was feeling from Y/N’s amazing grilled chicken dish.
“It took me a while but yeah, I’m glad too.” She stated, blushing slightly as she looked over to Fred. With the three of them together, everything was fine. It reminded her of when they would run and hide within the halls and walls of Hogwarts at the peak of their pranking careers.
Y/N being alone with Fred however, was a completely different story. Wounds had yet to be fully mended and deep scars still very much remained.
George took a moment to dart his eyes back and forth between Y/N and Fred as an obvious awkward aura danced around the cozy flat. George knew exactly what to do to remedy the tension.
“Well, I’m stuffed. Should probably be heading off to bed. I’m so glad you agreed to dinner Y/N. I hope we do this more often.” She abruptly looked up at the younger twin with a pleading look in her eyes that screamed; please don’t leave me with him!
He read it perfectly, but chose to simply give the begging girl a sly grin and an obnoxious “good night.” before patting his brother on the shoulder and retreating down the hall to his room.
Damn George Wealsey. Damn him to hell.
The awkward silence remained but it was now so much louder. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Fred shift around in his seat, trying to calm the uneasiness that they were both clearly experiencing,
Someone had to say something before one of them spontaneously combusted from all of these pent up emotions.
“I’m sorry.” They said collectively. There was a moment of shock that they had spoken the same words at the same time, then small smiles that led to shy blushes.
“I meant everything I said that night you know. About me waiting for you.” He said while staring down at the table, folding his napkins over and over again to busy himself and ease his anxiety.
“Fred I-“
“I’m serious.”
“Then why didn’t you write to me?” Her words were laced with hurt. It was quiet for a moment. He then bowed his head slightly in shame before bringing his hands up and through his red strands of hair, letting out a sigh.
“It would have hurt. Trying to keep something alive that you didn’t want anymore. But the minute I saw you walk through that door this afternoon, I felt like hope was restored.”
She relaxed slightly at his answer, but only slightly. She never wanted it to end, so for him to think she wanted to let go of what they had killed her. This conversation was happening though, and that was all that mattered
“It’s been a weird year. I found myself at times picking up the phone or running to grab parchment to tell you about crazy events that had happened. Then I would remember, remember that you weren’t there.” He frowned, being slightly offended by this.
“I never really left. If you wanted to, you could have. Called and written that is.”
“You’re one to talk.” She scoffed, folding her arms.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted in a state of defensive confusion.
“It means you aren’t allowed to be mad at me when you didn’t contact me once all year!”
“You hurt me Y/N! I had everything planned out for us and you ruined it!” Voices were beginning to rise.
“I’m sorry?” She was this close at screaming at him. The first time they fought, she had been scared. This time was different. She was stronger, maturer and quite honestly, sick of his shit.
“Last time I checked, you were the one that left school to open a fucking joke shop! What? You just thought I would up and leave an actual future so I could be your little housewife? Fuck you Fred Weasley!” They were both standing at this point, moving in closer and closer to the point of them almost touching. He towered over her and she couldn’t help but notice that feeling.
“Oh get off it L/N.” He spat down at her. The image they took resembled a Chihuahua trying to gain dominance over a Great Dane.
“You, are a man child Fred Weasley. When the fuck are you going to grow up and face the real world?” She shoved a finger into his chest, which didn’t even him an inch.
“A man child?” He chortled mockingly with a raised eyebrow and obnoxious smirk.
“Yeah.” She retorted, grounding her feet to make herself feel bigger and stronger. Her Gryffindor was shining through like no tomorrow.
“Say it again.”
“What?” She asked confused.
“Say it, again.” His tone was low and direct. He exerted an intense sense of power and strength that she secretly loved.
“You are a man child Fred Weas-“ Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her cheeks into his palms and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in pure shock but she quickly closed them and grabbed his wrists in her hands, giving into the sensation. It was a sensation that she had been craving for so long. They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths before he pushed her back and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter by her arse. His hands then squeezed into her sides, causing her to squeak and squirm.
“Fuck.” She whispered as their mouths seperated for a moment of breath since she had gripped the base of his neck hair and pulled him away from her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She continued as he moved his lips down her neck. She was slightly mad at herself for giving in to him so easily. Deep down though she knew it was going to happen eventually. She had just been too proud to admit it.
“Why?” He whispered as he sucked on her jugular, making sure to reach every single beauty mark that painted her neck.
“B-because I-. Fuck Freddie I can’t speak.” Her words were getting lost with each lick and smooch he planted on her jawline.
“Then don’t.” He muttered into her flesh. She dropped the subject and chose to grip on to his hair once again. His hands slowly moved from her hips down to her thighs, stroking them softly. The feeling triggered Y/N’s memories of the night he left. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs; Don’t leave again! But all she could do was whimper at the touch of his warm and inviting fingers circling against her quads.
The whimpers she was releasing made Fred stop and look into her eyes which he had been dreaming about for over a year now.
“You are so beautiful.” He stated as tears began to form in his lower waterlines. He hated himself for being such a prick and for not fighting hard enough for her. Instead he chose to put his tail between his legs and accept defeat. That wasn’t the Fred Weasley he knew.
But this girl, this stunning girl with her chest heaving and legs open had changed him. She had changed him for the better.
Just from the mere sight of him crying made her tear up herself. Unable to watch him suffer any longer, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest as he continued to silently sob.
One of her hands crept up his back in hopes of soothing him. She began to rub gentle circles between his shoulder blades. Her other hand came up to caress his hair as she shushed him gently.
“I’m sorry.” He choked out through weak whimpers.
“I let you down.” Her heart broke at this statement.
“You didn’t let me down. I’m sorry too Freddie. I didn’t mean what I said about the shop. I am so proud of you and all the hard work you have done.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. This made him tighten the grip he had on her.
She let him hold her for as long as he needed. Merlin knew just how much they both needed it.
When he finally started to feel the emptiness within him fill slightly, he pulled himself away from her grasp to look into her red puffy eyes.
“Stay? Please?” He was desperate for her. Desperate for her touch, her body, her laugh, her voice, her smell and everything in between.
“Freddie, you know I can’t.” She spoke softly while she closed her eyes, forcing out a tear.
“Just for tonight, please.” She sighed as she laid her forehead against his shoulder in frustration, wrapping her calves around his waist to pull him in closer.
Neither one of them spoke for a while, instead choosing to listen to each other’s laboured breathing, finding that missing comfort in the inhalation and exhalation.
“Just for tonight.” She spoke quietly. He closed his eyes in relief, smiling to himself before pushing her off of his shoulder and gently taking her face in his hands.
“Thank you.” He spoke, lightly pecking her on the lips. She smiled back and removed her hands from his neck.
“I’ve missed you.” She said in a whisper as her right hand grazed down his torso, stopping at his crotch. She began to palm him, making sure not to break eye contact. He sputtered out and buckled at her touch.
“Fuck.” He softly groaned, his face tucking into the curvature of her jaw and neck.
“What do you want, baby?” She asked, speeding up her movements.
“You.” Was all he was able to vocalize. This sent a sensation right down to her underwear.
“Stand up straight love.” He followed her instructions immediately, pulling all of his weight off of her and struggling to find a solid stance. She then hopped off of the counter and found her way down onto her knees, preparing herself for what was to come.
He tried so hard to not go absolutely feral as he watched her look up at him with these soft doe eyes. Her hands then came up to tug at his belt, making it so his hips dipped forward from the force of her pull. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that the sound of a clanking belt would be so heavenly.
“Need you.” He said through a gasp, gently stroking her hair. He could feel her fingers dance along the elastic band of his boxers before tugging them down to above his knees along with his work trousers. The cool air hit his member once it sprung free and lightly tapped his lower stomach. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and caused his leg hairs to stand on end.
His tears had now become dry against his cheeks as he strangled out a new cry. This time from pleasure as Y/N thumbed the tip of his member gently.
Noticing how desperate he was, Y/N continued to stroke him until his cock was covered in any kind of wetness he could offer.
Once she felt it appropriate she leaned forward and took a deep breath, taking him into her mouth and as far down her throat that she could. Everything she couldn’t swallow was dealt with by her hand.
Fred groaned profusely through his bitten lip, trying hard not to be too loud. His brother was just down the hall after all.
“Fuck love.” He encouraged, holding the back of her head lightly in a make shift ponytail as he gently thrusted forward, causing her to gag and slobber slightly. The strangled chokes she let out around his member made him subconsciously quicken his pace. No longer in control, she gave up on taking care of him with her hands and chose to lay them flat agaisnt his tense thighs for support instead.
Her breathing began to shorten and the choking was becoming a tad bit unbearable, so she lightly tapped one of his thighs, making him pull her off of him and up to her feet. She wobbled slightly at the feeling of coming up to fast and from the lack of oxygen as she fell into his arms.
“You alright love?” He asked with concern through erratic pants. She could feel his still rock hard member cuddled up against her hip as she leaned against him.
“Yeah, just thought we should take this into the bedroom.” He nodded in agreement and let go of her for a moment to pull up his trousers and boxers. He hissed at the fabric grazing against his sensitive area but paid it little attention. He couldn’t worry about himself since he wanted to be fully invested in Y/N and her wants and needs. He would be dealt with soon enough, that was for certain.
Once he was fully clothed again, he decided to pick Y/N up, catching her off guard by throwing her over his shoulder and making her squeal out in excitement.
“Shhh, don’t want to wake up George do we?” He whispered through a sly smile.
“Depends.” She spoke seductively.
“You cheeky little mink.” He growled jokingly while placing a palm down on to her arse with a firm smack, making her squeal out once more, this time in pleasure.
He carried her down the hall and into the room right across from the one George disappeared into. Once they were fully inside, Fred threw Y/N down onto his unmade bed.
She took a moment to take in her surrounding, mentally referring back to the letters George had sent her. She thought about how worried he was about the depressive hole Fred had found himself in and that his room would be a good indication of it, even if he himself hadn’t been in there in months.
It wasn’t terrible. Laundry scattered the floor, clearly making it difficult to differentiate dirty from clean. A few bottles of fire whiskey sat in a dark corner by his work desk, almost as though they were being shunned from the rest of the room. Used tissues were placed on his bedside table in the formation of a small hill, making it unclear which ones were used from his nights of tears and which ones were used for his nights of self pleasure to calm the tears, both actions having her in mind.
She observed all of this as he laid on top of her and licked up her neck.
“Freddie.” She moaned out, finally coming back to reality from her thoughts.
“Yes baby?” His lips attached to her upper chest.
“Off.” She said, brain too fried from the pleasure to speak in fully formed sentences.
“ ‘f course.” He mumbled before detaching himself from her collarbone and sitting up to straddle her waist. His fingers traced up and down the buttons on her light summer dress before he started to unbutton it, allowing her bra to be exposed to him. It wasn’t a fancy lace or an elegant silk, but rather a sweet light yellow cotton that drove him absolutely mad.
Because it was her. It was always her.
He took a moment to admire the canvas that was laying below him that he couldn’t wait to paint before tugging the bra down, revealing her breasts to him. She let out a small whine as the cold air struck her bare skin, making her nipples perk up in the process. He shifted his gaze between her face and her chest. She nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead. With her approval, he leaned down and latched his tongue and lips around her delicate areolas.
She hummed with ease and shimmied her hips underneath him. He took a good minute to praise her supple mounds before bringing his hand down and underneath her dress, tapping her hip. She caught the hint and lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the floral patterned fabric from underneath her and toss it amongst one of his numerous piles. She then arched her back, making it so he could remove the constricting bra fully. He let out a small groan before shifting his body, specifically his lips, down her stomach to her navel. His lips littered her skin with kisses but he could tell she was craving a different kind of touch.
“So good f’ me, love. Have always been so good f’ me.” She smiled at this and shut her eyes as he started to tug her underwear down her bent legs. Almost automatically her knees fell open, giving Fred admission to his own personal holy grail. His gaping mouth emitted a hot breath that hit her centre, causing her to squirm.
“Freddie, please, right there, ‘m ready for you.”
God she was so perfect.
“I know baby. I can see it, can see all of it.” His index finger stroked down her wet folds, making her shudder.
“So sensitive.” He tutted softly as he grabbed both of her ankles and tugged her further forward, placing the back of her knees over his shoulders.
“Need it now,” Her whining made it abundantly clear that she was unable to handle much more of his teasing.
He couldn’t torture her any longer, so he leaned in and let a small amount of spit to drop from his lips and on to her sensitive clit. Then he brought his tongue down to swirl the liquid he released around her entrance, making her moan out loud to indicate to him that he was doing his job really well.
All he could think about was the sounds she was making and how she tasted just like he remembered.
So sweet.
“Taste so good love.” She gripped the sheets at the vibrations of his words of encouragement.
“Whenever you’re ready, come f’ me.” He spoke as he stopped his movements against her clit and dropped her legs, allowing her to be laid out for him. He then laid himself on his stomach between her legs and I nserted a couple of digits into her hole, hoping to speed up the process of bringing her to a fully euphoric state.
“Okay.” She whined, along with a submissive nod that was so innocent, he couldn’t help but rut his hips into the sheets beneath him to try and calm his own ache. His fingers sped up and he attached his lips to her once more. She dug her heels into his upper back, pushing him further against her heat.
“Right there, right there, fuck I’m go-going t-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she released onto his face. They both wheezed out in exhaustion and once he felt like he could finally move, he sat up, kissing her roughly, making it so her wetness transferred from his lips to hers.
“Too many clothes Freddie.” She sighed out as she weakly tugged at his waistcoat button, while she slowly came down from her orgasm.
He was utterly bewildered by her and what she had just done that he had no choice but to scramble to sit up more and almost rip off his clothing in anticipation.
He moved off of the bed and tried to keep eye contact with her as she leaned back on her elbows, naked and open for him. He could see their mixture of slick fluids covering her thighs reflect in the moonlight.
Once he was fully nude, Y/N stopped him from moving towards her like a dog in heat by pressing her foot against his chest.
“Stay there. Wanna get a good look at you.” He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but obeyed his queen nonetheless.
She just wanted to see how he had changed over the past year. A year since they first made love. His arms were more toned and his abs carried a deeper definition. His thick thighs made her practically salivate.
“Okay.” She breathed out shakily.
“Get over here.” She continued, giving him the come hither motion with her finger. He smirked and quickly crawled over to her, hopping on top of her, pinning her down underneath him and smothering her with kisses.
She laughed out, trying to pry him off of her small frame.
‘Okay, okay enough! You’re crushing me!” She giggled.
He finally stopped, not expecting her to then lunge at him and roll them over so she was on top.
Her naked figure straddled his hips and he couldn’t help but to stare up at her in awe as he stroked her figure gently.
“I’ve missed you.” She said out of the blue. He smiled sadly in return.
“I’ve missed you too.” They both went in for a kiss.
“Want you inside me baby.” She mumbled against his lips. He nodded and shifted so she was hovering right above his erect shaft.
She let out a shaky breath of release from her sweaty, heaving chest as she eased down onto him, making him groan out loudly and grip her hips harder than before.
It had been a whole year since he had felt the touch of a woman but it had been totally worth it in the end. Because it was with her and that’s all that mattered.
“Oh Freddie.” She moaned, placing her hands against his chest as she began to rock back and forth. He could feel his toes curl just from the mere sight of her getting off on his cock. Her lashes sat gently against her soft cheeks and her plush lower lip was stuck between her teeth.
Unable to bear it, Fred began to thrust up into her with a rapid and rough pace, trying to catch up in the chase. The sounds admitting from both of them and their collective wetness grew. He knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Especially after being away from one another for so long.
“Come ‘ere.” He panted, sweat forming in his hairline and on his upper lip. She nodded and leaned down so he could wrap his arms around her in a hug. They stayed like this for a while as he continued to slam up into her again and again. He made sure to have her ear close to his lips, so she could hear just how good she was making him feel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He winced as his orgasm began to rise to the surface.
“It’s okay, let go.” She struggled to whisper. He nodded in response and squeezed her arse, pressing her further down on to him with every rough slam of his hips.
He then let out a shuddering sigh as he finished inside of her, all of his muscles relaxing that had been clenching during their heated escapade.
Y/N continued to whine and rut herself against him, making it clear that she hadn’t reached her climax yet.
Fred laid his head back on to his pillow in exhaustion, taking her with down him. He wasn’t done though. This was all about her and Fred be damned if he didn’t make her come at least twice.
His hand crept between their sweaty, connected bodies and pressed his fingers to her sensitive clit. Small ministrations were made to her bundle of nerves and she couldn’t help but kiss up his neck and grind down on him in return, a lot like when she would use her pillow after they broke up, always thinking of him of course.
“Freddie, baaaby!” She cried out, making his body tense up again as well as his cock.
“Yes baby?” He asked while stroking her arse with his other hand.
“Almost there.” She answered through heavy breaths.
“You look so good for me, love. Using me as your personal sex toy. Fuck I love you so much.” His words encouraged her to quicken the pace of her hips which made her clench her thighs against his sides.
“Oh god.” She groaned out as her eyes rolled back slightly before shaking and then relaxing, dropping all of her body weight on top of him.
Hot air deflated from her lungs, hitting his sweaty chest.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He quietly chuckled while rubbing her moist back with one hand and combing through his now wet hair with the other. She giggled in return and dragged her lips over the skin of his chest tiredly before reaching up to kiss him.
“I love you.” She hummed.
“I love you.” He responded candidly.
It didn’t take long for sleep to take over the young couple as they held on to each other for dear life.
May 8th, 1997
The next morning Y/N woke up with a jolt. Remembering it was a Sunday she relaxed again.
Her eyes roamed around the space for a moment, recalling that she never made it back home the day before.
Looking to her left, she saw Fred laying naked on his stomach with a leg draped over her torso and his arms tucked underneath his pillow. His face was sunken into the feathery fabric as he emitted soft peaceful snores. The poor bloke probably hadn’t had this good of a sleep in over a year.
She didn’t want to wake him right away. Instead she allowed herself to watch him and enjoy his beautiful features that she adored so much. Almost as if he were a spectacle.
She shifted over so she was laying on her side. Fred’s leg slipped off of her frame in the process. Her hand then came up to his face to caress his cheek.
“Mm, hello there.” He spoke through a dopey smile and deep morning voice, sending her into a tizzy. She chuckled lightly and began rubbing his exposed bicep in a soothing manner.
His eyes stayed closed as he let out a deep sigh, pulling Y/N further into his chest.
“Freddie?” She asked quietly. He hummed in response, pressing her even closer to him.
“I should be going soon.” She hated to break up the lovely moment but she couldn’t stay for much longer.
What would happen after this moment, no one knew. But what was most important was that the year of silence was now finally over.
“No, don’t.” He whined and pouted as he shifted down a bit to nuzzle his face in between her breasts. His favourite place to be.
She let out a sigh and gently played with the hairs at the back of his neck.
“Freddie, you promised.” She warned. He groaned out in a huff and finally let go of her, followed by getting out of bed begrudgingly.
She watched him as he walked around the bedroom, picking out an outfit for the day from the numerous piles of clothes.
“Fred talk to me.” She hated the silence.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He was unable to look her in the eye as he paced around his room, continuing to get himself dressed.
“I don’t know where we go from here.” He gripped his dark oak drawer at her words, frustrated that she was still being so stubborn, even after the events from the night prior.
“Look, I want you here, always. I want to wake up in the morning and have your face be the first thing I see, then have it be the last thing I see before I go to sleep. Is that enough of a forward for you?”
She groaned in aggravation and threw herself back down on to the bed. It seemed as though no compromise was ever going to be made.
“Look Fred.” She stared up at his ceiling.
“We can take it slow. I can make more of an effort to come see you on the weekends and you can make more of an effort to write to me. We will see where things take us, you know… slowly.” He turned at this with a sigh and walked back over to the bed, crawling over to her and placing a loving kiss to her lips.
“If it means the possibility of us being us again, then yes, I’ll do whatever it takes.” She smiled and grabbed his face, kissing him once more.
“Deal.” She sat up enthusiastically and stuck her hand out for him to take. He looked down at it as if she had an extra thumb. She waited patiently and he rolled his eyes, finally grabbing her hand in his and shaking it, almost as if they had just closed a business deal.
He then tugged her towards him by the hand which made her land on top of him. He began to tickle her and she immediately squirmed in his grasp.
“Stop, I need to get dressed!” She squealed.
“Who’s the best shag of your life?” He asked teasingingly.
“You!” She laughed through her struggle.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you love.” He further pushed through a cheeky grin.
“Fred Weasley is the best shag of my life!” She knew this was the only way that he would let up.
“Right answer.” She scoffed at his smug response as he let go of her.
“Only shag is more like it.” She muttered jokingly, just loud enough for him to hear.
“And don’t you forget it.” He winked before smacking her bare arse and rolling off the bed. She yelped and gave him a look of light hearted warning.
She soon got up herself and began to change, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Fred watching her from the doorway.
“What?” She asked in false annoyance.
“Nothing, just looking at you is all.” He was beaming from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes playfully in return.
Once she was done getting dressed, he reached his hand out for her to take. She walked over and grabbed it, allowing him to lead her out of the room and down the hall.
When they reached the kitchen, they didn’t initially notice George sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of cereal.
The couple were to busy poking and prodding each other as they looked through the fridge for breakfast.
“Mooorning.” They quickly shot up and shut the fridge, turning to see George smirking at them, who was as it seemed, clearly aware of what had occurred the night prior.
He gave them a wink and a knowing look before going back to his bowl.
The Reunion | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minor dni!) oral f & m receiving, handjob, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration (please be safe please, for the love of god!) swearing, fighting, arguments, angst, fluff, mentions of possible depression
WC: 7k+
Chapter Summary: A year after that infamous night, will flames be rekindled?
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As promised, George and Y/N wrote to one another.
Fred had excluded himself from the letter exchanges as he felt that it would be too painful to put words to paper. He was also worried that the process would bring up deep unsurfaced feelings of regret and remorse.
George would often ask Fred if there was anything he would want him to add to his letters to Y/N. Fred would always say to write; Fred misses you a lot. But that was it.
It had now been a bit over a year since Y/N last saw the boys fly away into the dark sky that cold April night. Keeping her promise, Y/N continued her studies at Hogwarts and immediately began training to become a healer once she graduated. She was lucky enough to be granted a mentorship with the ever so helpful Madam Pomfrey during her last couple months of classes.
Now, on one hot May afternoon, Y/N found herself with Alicia, Katie and Angelina, walking aimlessly around Diagon Alley. All four girls had been so wrapped up in studies and work that it had been months since they last saw one another.
It was nice to finally catch up with her old schoolmates but Y/N did have an ulterior motive to her visit however. As they strides the cobblestone walkways, sitting at the bottom of Y/N’s tote bag was George’s last letter.
And in that letter, contained what seemed to be a plea for help.
Dear Y/N,
I hope training is going well and you are putting everyone in their place like always. We are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time. I’ve got to admit though, things aren’t going that well over here. The store is doing fine, brilliant actually! That isn’t the problem. It’s Fred. He hasn’t been getting any better. I know in our past letters you have said that it would take time for him to adjust and get over everything, but I’m not so sure now. It’s been over a year and nothing has really changed. He smiles and jokes around the shop like he always does and I know he loves what he is doing but it’s the nights that are the worst. He turns into a completely different person. I think it's the quietness. He doesn’t like his brain being the only thing he can hear. In the shop everything is so loud and energetic that he can distract him from his thoughts. But once that closed sign is put up and we head up to our flat for the evening he shuts down, almost like all of that energy has been drained out of him. He doesn’t even come out for dinner anymore. I usually just leave things on the table for him and he hobbles out to grab it when he feels like it, only to go back to his bedroom right away. I haven’t been in his room for months by the way and quite honestly, I’m scared to even try. Who knows what type of monster has formed in there. I’m also finding it hard to sleep. The walls aren’t thin in this place so I can usually hear him cry at night. I’ve been constantly casting silencing spells to drown him out but nothing’s working. I guess what I’m trying to say is, could you come visit? Only for a bit, you have no obligation to stay long but I think he really needs it. He misses you and I know you miss him too. So for my sake and both of yours, could you please find the time to come down here? You won’t regret it. I’ll bribe you if I have to, just name it!
Consider it Y/N,
Love George
After reading that letter she couldn't sleep for an entire week. Tossing and turning, Y/N contemplated on whether it was a good idea to go see them... to go see him and what would happen if they reconnected and all of those old feelings resurfaced? It would just make it that much more painful when she would have to leave. There was no sense in showing up only to give him false hope... right?
Then came the call from Angelina asking if she wanted to join her and the girls for a day on the town in Diagon Alley that weekend. Y/N wanted to say no, but something inside her forced her to say yes.
She instantly regretted it, but didn’t have the heart to cancel. She thought that maybe this was her subconscious telling her to finally bite the bullet and walk through those shop doors.
So here she was, avoiding that part of Diagon Alley. The four girls walked around in the heat, stopping along the way to window shop for what felt like hours. They even took a nice long lunch break at the Leaky Cauldron which provided a nice cool down for awhile. Things had been going fairly smooth sailing up to that point. Then they left the Leaky Cauldron and began walking around again. Y/N’s worries of having to face Fred Weasley started to re-emerge. But even though her brain was setting off red alerts for her to stop and turn around, something kept her feet moving along the path to where she remembered George saying they were located.
“You alright Y/N?” Katie asked as she linked arms with her old roommate. Y/N nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath.
“Hey, we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to.” Katie said with care as she gently grabbed Y/N’s arm to stop her in their tracks. All of her friends knew how Fred and her left things the year before and that it was a sensitive subject for her.
“I’m fine Katie, really. Thank you for checking though.” Katie gave her a sad smile in response. Y/N didn’t know if she was fine to be honest.
The group continued to walk a little longer before they came to a sudden stop. Looking up from her feet for what felt like the first time in a while, Y/N came face to face to one of the most ridiculous looking shops she had ever seen. The huge robotic head tipping it’s top hat that resembled the boys almost perfectly was the first thing that caught her eye. Then she noticed the etched golden letters that spelled out Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes just above the door. It would also be fair to say that the bright orange and purple paint coating made it the most colourful building in all of Diagon Alley.
Of course this was their shop.
“Fancy a visit with the boys?” Angelina asked cautiously. Y/N could feel all of the girl’s eyes on her, waiting to see if she would agree or not. It was now or never.
“Yeah, sure.” She said hesitantly. Katie gave her a reassuring rub on the back before they all walked up to the loud building, dodging hyperactive children rushing past them in both directions.
The second they stepped through the door, a gust of warmth and the smell of gunpowder hit Y/N in the face. The inside of the shop was even louder then the outside. Kids and parents ran around different displays and shelves of magical toys, trinkets and miscellaneous items.
It was incredible and Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at what the twins had created. Everything started to make a bit more sense as to why they were so adamant about leaving before graduation.
The girls began to walk further into the shop, clearly familiar with the space, unlike Y/N. They had formed themselves in a way that Katie and Y/N trailed behind, hidden from anyone’s view.
“Ladies, welcome!”
Y/N froze in place upon hearing that oh so familiar voice. He did sound a tad older though, almost as if his vocal chords had grown accustomed to constantly yelling over the many ecstatic customers they have gained in the past year.
But it was him.
Her Fred.
She began to turn around before Katie grabbed her, keeping her planted in place.
“Hey Freddie, George!” Angelina chirped before sauntering over and engulfing them into a hug.
From where Y/N was standing, Fred seemed nothing like how George mentioned in his letters. His face was bright and radiated a youthful energy.
She shouldn't be here, she thought. And yet something told her to stay. Something more than Katie’s tight grip on her shoulders.
“Guess who came to visit?” Angelina suddenly said with a cheeky grin. Fred frowned down at her, traces of a smile still evident his face.
“Who?” Once he asked, the girls all moved away from where they were standing, leaving Y/N completely exposed. There was no turning back. She had been spotted and struck. No escape in sight.
The second he laid eyes on her, his smile dropped. Everything was happening in slow motion.
Even though it had only been a year, she looked so different. She looked like a woman. Not that her face had aged at all but just from the way she held herself. Like an adult witch who was making her way in the world. She was no longer the young naive Hogwarts student that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
That love never disappeared though. He could still feel it dancing within his chest and gut as she shifted awkwardly in place, clutching her canvas tote bag in an attempt to grounding herself.
Fred also looked older to Y/N. He had grown taller since the last time she saw him, if that were even possible. He looked more strongly built, most likely from lugging around all of those boxes of inventory day after day. His face had filled in a bit and the waistcoat he had on hugged his sides nicely underneath his colourful dress jacket. He looked great, amazing actually.
“Y/N.” He gasped out as he dropped the small box of fever fudge he was holding.
“Hi Freddie.” Her face was flushed and the pounding in her chest held a strong presence within her. She wasn’t given any more time to speak as he ran up to her and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug.
“I’ve missed you so much. What are you doing here?” He muffled into her hair. It smelled of the lavender and sage shampoo she used throughout their school days.
Such good memories.
“Girls day I guess.” She awkwardly giggled, pulling away from him and looking down at the floor.
He couldn't help but stare at her intently, happy she had finally decided to come see him.
It didn’t take long for Fred to take Y/N’s small hand in his. He gently tugged her away from the group and pulled her through the chaotic space, showing her everything that him and George had worked so hard to obtain. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the last year.
With every minute, Y/N became more and more relaxed. She watched him intently as he explained things with so much animation while his hands flailed around rapidly. It was really nice to see the childish excitement behind his eyes again, the childish excitement that made her fall in love with him in the first place.
Shit.
“You’re staying for dinner right?” He asked out of the blue while the other girls bid their adieu to the younger of the two twins.
“Freddie I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I have a lot of work to catch up on an-”
“Please.” His big brown puppy dog eyes were exactly why she shouldn’t have come in the first place, but it was too late. She had already been caught in his web.
“Alright. Only dinner though, and then I need to head home.” His face lit up and his eyes formed those same old endearing crinkles in the corners that she adored so much. Not thinking clearly he began to lean in for a kiss before he stopped himself, suddenly remembering where they were in their relationship.
“Sorry.” He whispered bashfully as Y/N shifted away from him, looking everywhere else but his baby browns. She had to set boundaries.
“You coming Y/N?” Alicia asked as the girls started to exit the shop.
“Umm,” Y/N looked between Fred and the girls, finding it difficult to decide on what she should do. Fred’s hand then found itself placed on her lower back, sending a nice tingle down her spine. Her final decision was finally made.
“You lot go ahead. I think I will stay back for a bit.” The girls nodded, grins sitting on all of their faces. This was clearly planned and Y/N had fallen for it.
“Thank you ladies for your help.” George muttered under his breath while he led them out and placed the closed sign on the door. Y/N thankfully didn’t hear him say a single word.
Once the shop had fully settled and filled with quiet, George began to subtly examine his brother's behaviour, already noticing a difference. His shoulders weren’t slumped over and his eyes weren’t hooded with pessimism and exhaustion.
“I’m really glad you came Y/N.” George explained as he finally walked over and went in for a welcoming hug. It had been sort of difficult to do so earlier, since Fred had kept her glued to his side the second she got there.
“Nice to see you to Georgie.” She replied with a small laugh. Once they finally detangled from one another, the twins led the third member of their long lost trio up the stairs and into their shared flat .
It was a good thing that she was there really. The twins couldn’t cook to save their lives, so the minute they began preparing dinner, Y/N shooed them out of the kitchen, only allowing them to approach if she needed help with something small or uncomplicated. It was like the good old days when their mum made meals for them. The scents of cumin and cooking oil as well as the sounds of long lost laughs wafted through the space. Things were going swimmingly, and if anything, solidified the fact that Y/N had missed Fred and George dearly.
“Godric, Y/N. It really is great to see you again.” George beamed as he sat back in his chair, easing into the fullness he was feeling from Y/N’s amazing grilled chicken dish.
“It took me a while but yeah, I’m glad too.” She stated, blushing slightly as she looked over to Fred. With the three of them together, everything was fine. It reminded her of when they would run and hide within the halls and walls of Hogwarts at the peak of their pranking careers.
Y/N being alone with Fred however, was a completely different story. Wounds had yet to be fully mended and deep scars still very much remained.
George took a moment to dart his eyes back and forth between Y/N and Fred as an obvious awkward aura danced around the cozy flat. George knew exactly what to do to remedy the tension.
“Well, I’m stuffed. Should probably be heading off to bed. I’m so glad you agreed to dinner Y/N. I hope we do this more often.” She abruptly looked up at the younger twin with a pleading look in her eyes that screamed; please don’t leave me with him!
He read it perfectly, but chose to simply give the begging girl a sly grin and an obnoxious “good night.” before patting his brother on the shoulder and retreating down the hall to his room.
Damn George Wealsey. Damn him to hell.
The awkward silence remained but it was now so much louder. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Fred shift around in his seat, trying to calm the uneasiness that they were both clearly experiencing,
Someone had to say something before one of them spontaneously combusted from all of these pent up emotions.
“I’m sorry.” They said collectively. There was a moment of shock that they had spoken the same words at the same time, then small smiles that led to shy blushes.
“I meant everything I said that night you know. About me waiting for you.” He said while staring down at the table, folding his napkins over and over again to busy himself and ease his anxiety.
“Fred I-“
“I’m serious.”
“Then why didn’t you write to me?” Her words were laced with hurt. It was quiet for a moment. He then bowed his head slightly in shame before bringing his hands up and through his red strands of hair, letting out a sigh.
“It would have hurt. Trying to keep something alive that you didn’t want anymore. But the minute I saw you walk through that door this afternoon, I felt like hope was restored.”
She relaxed slightly at his answer, but only slightly. She never wanted it to end, so for him to think she wanted to let go of what they had killed her. This conversation was happening though, and that was all that mattered
“It’s been a weird year. I found myself at times picking up the phone or running to grab parchment to tell you about crazy events that had happened. Then I would remember, remember that you weren’t there.” He frowned, being slightly offended by this.
“I never really left. If you wanted to, you could have. Called and written that is.”
“You’re one to talk.” She scoffed, folding her arms.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted in a state of defensive confusion.
“It means you aren’t allowed to be mad at me when you didn’t contact me once all year!”
“You hurt me Y/N! I had everything planned out for us and you ruined it!” Voices were beginning to rise.
“I’m sorry?” She was this close at screaming at him. The first time they fought, she had been scared. This time was different. She was stronger, maturer and quite honestly, sick of his shit.
“Last time I checked, you were the one that left school to open a fucking joke shop! What? You just thought I would up and leave an actual future so I could be your little housewife? Fuck you Fred Weasley!” They were both standing at this point, moving in closer and closer to the point of them almost touching. He towered over her and she couldn’t help but notice that feeling.
“Oh get off it L/N.” He spat down at her. The image they took resembled a Chihuahua trying to gain dominance over a Great Dane.
“You, are a man child Fred Weasley. When the fuck are you going to grow up and face the real world?” She shoved a finger into his chest, which didn’t even him an inch.
“A man child?” He chortled mockingly with a raised eyebrow and obnoxious smirk.
“Yeah.” She retorted, grounding her feet to make herself feel bigger and stronger. Her Gryffindor was shining through like no tomorrow.
“Say it again.”
“What?” She asked confused.
“Say it, again.” His tone was low and direct. He exerted an intense sense of power and strength that she secretly loved.
“You are a man child Fred Weas-“ Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her cheeks into his palms and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in pure shock but she quickly closed them and grabbed his wrists in her hands, giving into the sensation. It was a sensation that she had been craving for so long. They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths before he pushed her back and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter by her arse. His hands then squeezed into her sides, causing her to squeak and squirm.
“Fuck.” She whispered as their mouths seperated for a moment of breath since she had gripped the base of his neck hair and pulled him away from her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She continued as he moved his lips down her neck. She was slightly mad at herself for giving in to him so easily. Deep down though she knew it was going to happen eventually. She had just been too proud to admit it.
“Why?” He whispered as he sucked on her jugular, making sure to reach every single beauty mark that painted her neck.
“B-because I-. Fuck Freddie I can’t speak.” Her words were getting lost with each lick and smooch he planted on her jawline.
“Then don’t.” He muttered into her flesh. She dropped the subject and chose to grip on to his hair once again. His hands slowly moved from her hips down to her thighs, stroking them softly. The feeling triggered Y/N’s memories of the night he left. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs; Don’t leave again! But all she could do was whimper at the touch of his warm and inviting fingers circling against her quads.
The whimpers she was releasing made Fred stop and look into her eyes which he had been dreaming about for over a year now.
“You are so beautiful.” He stated as tears began to form in his lower waterlines. He hated himself for being such a prick and for not fighting hard enough for her. Instead he chose to put his tail between his legs and accept defeat. That wasn’t the Fred Weasley he knew.
But this girl, this stunning girl with her chest heaving and legs open had changed him. She had changed him for the better.
Just from the mere sight of him crying made her tear up herself. Unable to watch him suffer any longer, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest as he continued to silently sob.
One of her hands crept up his back in hopes of soothing him. She began to rub gentle circles between his shoulder blades. Her other hand came up to caress his hair as she shushed him gently.
“I’m sorry.” He choked out through weak whimpers.
“I let you down.” Her heart broke at this statement.
“You didn’t let me down. I’m sorry too Freddie. I didn’t mean what I said about the shop. I am so proud of you and all the hard work you have done.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. This made him tighten the grip he had on her.
She let him hold her for as long as he needed. Merlin knew just how much they both needed it.
When he finally started to feel the emptiness within him fill slightly, he pulled himself away from her grasp to look into her red puffy eyes.
“Stay? Please?” He was desperate for her. Desperate for her touch, her body, her laugh, her voice, her smell and everything in between.
“Freddie, you know I can’t.” She spoke softly while she closed her eyes, forcing out a tear.
“Just for tonight, please.” She sighed as she laid her forehead against his shoulder in frustration, wrapping her calves around his waist to pull him in closer.
Neither one of them spoke for a while, instead choosing to listen to each other’s laboured breathing, finding that missing comfort in the inhalation and exhalation.
“Just for tonight.” She spoke quietly. He closed his eyes in relief, smiling to himself before pushing her off of his shoulder and gently taking her face in his hands.
“Thank you.” He spoke, lightly pecking her on the lips. She smiled back and removed her hands from his neck.
“I’ve missed you.” She said in a whisper as her right hand grazed down his torso, stopping at his crotch. She began to palm him, making sure not to break eye contact. He sputtered out and buckled at her touch.
“Fuck.” He softly groaned, his face tucking into the curvature of her jaw and neck.
“What do you want, baby?” She asked, speeding up her movements.
“You.” Was all he was able to vocalize. This sent a sensation right down to her underwear.
“Stand up straight love.” He followed her instructions immediately, pulling all of his weight off of her and struggling to find a solid stance. She then hopped off of the counter and found her way down onto her knees, preparing herself for what was to come.
He tried so hard to not go absolutely feral as he watched her look up at him with these soft doe eyes. Her hands then came up to tug at his belt, making it so his hips dipped forward from the force of her pull. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that the sound of a clanking belt would be so heavenly.
“Need you.” He said through a gasp, gently stroking her hair. He could feel her fingers dance along the elastic band of his boxers before tugging them down to above his knees along with his work trousers. The cool air hit his member once it sprung free and lightly tapped his lower stomach. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and caused his leg hairs to stand on end.
His tears had now become dry against his cheeks as he strangled out a new cry. This time from pleasure as Y/N thumbed the tip of his member gently.
Noticing how desperate he was, Y/N continued to stroke him until his cock was covered in any kind of wetness he could offer.
Once she felt it appropriate she leaned forward and took a deep breath, taking him into her mouth and as far down her throat that she could. Everything she couldn’t swallow was dealt with by her hand.
Fred groaned profusely through his bitten lip, trying hard not to be too loud. His brother was just down the hall after all.
“Fuck love.” He encouraged, holding the back of her head lightly in a make shift ponytail as he gently thrusted forward, causing her to gag and slobber slightly. The strangled chokes she let out around his member made him subconsciously quicken his pace. No longer in control, she gave up on taking care of him with her hands and chose to lay them flat agaisnt his tense thighs for support instead.
Her breathing began to shorten and the choking was becoming a tad bit unbearable, so she lightly tapped one of his thighs, making him pull her off of him and up to her feet. She wobbled slightly at the feeling of coming up to fast and from the lack of oxygen as she fell into his arms.
“You alright love?” He asked with concern through erratic pants. She could feel his still rock hard member cuddled up against her hip as she leaned against him.
“Yeah, just thought we should take this into the bedroom.” He nodded in agreement and let go of her for a moment to pull up his trousers and boxers. He hissed at the fabric grazing against his sensitive area but paid it little attention. He couldn’t worry about himself since he wanted to be fully invested in Y/N and her wants and needs. He would be dealt with soon enough, that was for certain.
Once he was fully clothed again, he decided to pick Y/N up, catching her off guard by throwing her over his shoulder and making her squeal out in excitement.
“Shhh, don’t want to wake up George do we?” He whispered through a sly smile.
“Depends.” She spoke seductively.
“You cheeky little mink.” He growled jokingly while placing a palm down on to her arse with a firm smack, making her squeal out once more, this time in pleasure.
He carried her down the hall and into the room right across from the one George disappeared into. Once they were fully inside, Fred threw Y/N down onto his unmade bed.
She took a moment to take in her surrounding, mentally referring back to the letters George had sent her. She thought about how worried he was about the depressive hole Fred had found himself in and that his room would be a good indication of it, even if he himself hadn’t been in there in months.
It wasn’t terrible. Laundry scattered the floor, clearly making it difficult to differentiate dirty from clean. A few bottles of fire whiskey sat in a dark corner by his work desk, almost as though they were being shunned from the rest of the room. Used tissues were placed on his bedside table in the formation of a small hill, making it unclear which ones were used from his nights of tears and which ones were used for his nights of self pleasure to calm the tears, both actions having her in mind.
She observed all of this as he laid on top of her and licked up her neck.
“Freddie.” She moaned out, finally coming back to reality from her thoughts.
“Yes baby?” His lips attached to her upper chest.
“Off.” She said, brain too fried from the pleasure to speak in fully formed sentences.
“ ‘f course.” He mumbled before detaching himself from her collarbone and sitting up to straddle her waist. His fingers traced up and down the buttons on her light summer dress before he started to unbutton it, allowing her bra to be exposed to him. It wasn’t a fancy lace or an elegant silk, but rather a sweet light yellow cotton that drove him absolutely mad.
Because it was her. It was always her.
He took a moment to admire the canvas that was laying below him that he couldn’t wait to paint before tugging the bra down, revealing her breasts to him. She let out a small whine as the cold air struck her bare skin, making her nipples perk up in the process. He shifted his gaze between her face and her chest. She nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead. With her approval, he leaned down and latched his tongue and lips around her delicate areolas.
She hummed with ease and shimmied her hips underneath him. He took a good minute to praise her supple mounds before bringing his hand down and underneath her dress, tapping her hip. She caught the hint and lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the floral patterned fabric from underneath her and toss it amongst one of his numerous piles. She then arched her back, making it so he could remove the constricting bra fully. He let out a small groan before shifting his body, specifically his lips, down her stomach to her navel. His lips littered her skin with kisses but he could tell she was craving a different kind of touch.
“So good f’ me, love. Have always been so good f’ me.” She smiled at this and shut her eyes as he started to tug her underwear down her bent legs. Almost automatically her knees fell open, giving Fred admission to his own personal holy grail. His gaping mouth emitted a hot breath that hit her centre, causing her to squirm.
“Freddie, please, right there, ‘m ready for you.”
God she was so perfect.
“I know baby. I can see it, can see all of it.” His index finger stroked down her wet folds, making her shudder.
“So sensitive.” He tutted softly as he grabbed both of her ankles and tugged her further forward, placing the back of her knees over his shoulders.
“Need it now,” Her whining made it abundantly clear that she was unable to handle much more of his teasing.
He couldn’t torture her any longer, so he leaned in and let a small amount of spit to drop from his lips and on to her sensitive clit. Then he brought his tongue down to swirl the liquid he released around her entrance, making her moan out loud to indicate to him that he was doing his job really well.
All he could think about was the sounds she was making and how she tasted just like he remembered.
So sweet.
“Taste so good love.” She gripped the sheets at the vibrations of his words of encouragement.
“Whenever you’re ready, come f’ me.” He spoke as he stopped his movements against her clit and dropped her legs, allowing her to be laid out for him. He then laid himself on his stomach between her legs and I nserted a couple of digits into her hole, hoping to speed up the process of bringing her to a fully euphoric state.
“Okay.” She whined, along with a submissive nod that was so innocent, he couldn’t help but rut his hips into the sheets beneath him to try and calm his own ache. His fingers sped up and he attached his lips to her once more. She dug her heels into his upper back, pushing him further against her heat.
“Right there, right there, fuck I’m go-going t-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she released onto his face. They both wheezed out in exhaustion and once he felt like he could finally move, he sat up, kissing her roughly, making it so her wetness transferred from his lips to hers.
“Too many clothes Freddie.” She sighed out as she weakly tugged at his waistcoat button, while she slowly came down from her orgasm.
He was utterly bewildered by her and what she had just done that he had no choice but to scramble to sit up more and almost rip off his clothing in anticipation.
He moved off of the bed and tried to keep eye contact with her as she leaned back on her elbows, naked and open for him. He could see their mixture of slick fluids covering her thighs reflect in the moonlight.
Once he was fully nude, Y/N stopped him from moving towards her like a dog in heat by pressing her foot against his chest.
“Stay there. Wanna get a good look at you.” He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but obeyed his queen nonetheless.
She just wanted to see how he had changed over the past year. A year since they first made love. His arms were more toned and his abs carried a deeper definition. His thick thighs made her practically salivate.
“Okay.” She breathed out shakily.
“Get over here.” She continued, giving him the come hither motion with her finger. He smirked and quickly crawled over to her, hopping on top of her, pinning her down underneath him and smothering her with kisses.
She laughed out, trying to pry him off of her small frame.
‘Okay, okay enough! You’re crushing me!” She giggled.
He finally stopped, not expecting her to then lunge at him and roll them over so she was on top.
Her naked figure straddled his hips and he couldn’t help but to stare up at her in awe as he stroked her figure gently.
“I’ve missed you.” She said out of the blue. He smiled sadly in return.
“I’ve missed you too.” They both went in for a kiss.
“Want you inside me baby.” She mumbled against his lips. He nodded and shifted so she was hovering right above his erect shaft.
She let out a shaky breath of release from her sweaty, heaving chest as she eased down onto him, making him groan out loudly and grip her hips harder than before.
It had been a whole year since he had felt the touch of a woman but it had been totally worth it in the end. Because it was with her and that’s all that mattered.
“Oh Freddie.” She moaned, placing her hands against his chest as she began to rock back and forth. He could feel his toes curl just from the mere sight of her getting off on his cock. Her lashes sat gently against her soft cheeks and her plush lower lip was stuck between her teeth.
Unable to bear it, Fred began to thrust up into her with a rapid and rough pace, trying to catch up in the chase. The sounds admitting from both of them and their collective wetness grew. He knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Especially after being away from one another for so long.
“Come ‘ere.” He panted, sweat forming in his hairline and on his upper lip. She nodded and leaned down so he could wrap his arms around her in a hug. They stayed like this for a while as he continued to slam up into her again and again. He made sure to have her ear close to his lips, so she could hear just how good she was making him feel.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He winced as his orgasm began to rise to the surface.
“It’s okay, let go.” She struggled to whisper. He nodded in response and squeezed her arse, pressing her further down on to him with every rough slam of his hips.
He then let out a shuddering sigh as he finished inside of her, all of his muscles relaxing that had been clenching during their heated escapade.
Y/N continued to whine and rut herself against him, making it clear that she hadn’t reached her climax yet.
Fred laid his head back on to his pillow in exhaustion, taking her with down him. He wasn’t done though. This was all about her and Fred be damned if he didn’t make her come at least twice.
His hand crept between their sweaty, connected bodies and pressed his fingers to her sensitive clit. Small ministrations were made to her bundle of nerves and she couldn’t help but kiss up his neck and grind down on him in return, a lot like when she would use her pillow after they broke up, always thinking of him of course.
“Freddie, baaaby!” She cried out, making his body tense up again as well as his cock.
“Yes baby?” He asked while stroking her arse with his other hand.
“Almost there.” She answered through heavy breaths.
“You look so good for me, love. Using me as your personal sex toy. Fuck I love you so much.” His words encouraged her to quicken the pace of her hips which made her clench her thighs against his sides.
“Oh god.” She groaned out as her eyes rolled back slightly before shaking and then relaxing, dropping all of her body weight on top of him.
Hot air deflated from her lungs, hitting his sweaty chest.
“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He quietly chuckled while rubbing her moist back with one hand and combing through his now wet hair with the other. She giggled in return and dragged her lips over the skin of his chest tiredly before reaching up to kiss him.
“I love you.” She hummed.
“I love you.” He responded candidly.
It didn’t take long for sleep to take over the young couple as they held on to each other for dear life.
May 8th, 1997
The next morning Y/N woke up with a jolt. Remembering it was a Sunday she relaxed again.
Her eyes roamed around the space for a moment, recalling that she never made it back home the day before.
Looking to her left, she saw Fred laying naked on his stomach with a leg draped over her torso and his arms tucked underneath his pillow. His face was sunken into the feathery fabric as he emitted soft peaceful snores. The poor bloke probably hadn’t had this good of a sleep in over a year.
She didn’t want to wake him right away. Instead she allowed herself to watch him and enjoy his beautiful features that she adored so much. Almost as if he were a spectacle.
She shifted over so she was laying on her side. Fred’s leg slipped off of her frame in the process. Her hand then came up to his face to caress his cheek.
“Mm, hello there.” He spoke through a dopey smile and deep morning voice, sending her into a tizzy. She chuckled lightly and began rubbing his exposed bicep in a soothing manner.
His eyes stayed closed as he let out a deep sigh, pulling Y/N further into his chest.
“Freddie?” She asked quietly. He hummed in response, pressing her even closer to him.
“I should be going soon.” She hated to break up the lovely moment but she couldn’t stay for much longer.
What would happen after this moment, no one knew. But what was most important was that the year of silence was now finally over.
“No, don’t.” He whined and pouted as he shifted down a bit to nuzzle his face in between her breasts. His favourite place to be.
She let out a sigh and gently played with the hairs at the back of his neck.
“Freddie, you promised.” She warned. He groaned out in a huff and finally let go of her, followed by getting out of bed begrudgingly.
She watched him as he walked around the bedroom, picking out an outfit for the day from the numerous piles of clothes.
“Fred talk to me.” She hated the silence.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He was unable to look her in the eye as he paced around his room, continuing to get himself dressed.
“I don’t know where we go from here.” He gripped his dark oak drawer at her words, frustrated that she was still being so stubborn, even after the events from the night prior.
“Look, I want you here, always. I want to wake up in the morning and have your face be the first thing I see, then have it be the last thing I see before I go to sleep. Is that enough of a forward for you?”
She groaned in aggravation and threw herself back down on to the bed. It seemed as though no compromise was ever going to be made.
“Look Fred.” She stared up at his ceiling.
“We can take it slow. I can make more of an effort to come see you on the weekends and you can make more of an effort to write to me. We will see where things take us, you know… slowly.” He turned at this with a sigh and walked back over to the bed, crawling over to her and placing a loving kiss to her lips.
“If it means the possibility of us being us again, then yes, I’ll do whatever it takes.” She smiled and grabbed his face, kissing him once more.
“Deal.” She sat up enthusiastically and stuck her hand out for him to take. He looked down at it as if she had an extra thumb. She waited patiently and he rolled his eyes, finally grabbing her hand in his and shaking it, almost as if they had just closed a business deal.
He then tugged her towards him by the hand which made her land on top of him. He began to tickle her and she immediately squirmed in his grasp.
“Stop, I need to get dressed!” She squealed.
“Who’s the best shag of your life?” He asked teasingingly.
“You!” She laughed through her struggle.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you love.” He further pushed through a cheeky grin.
“Fred Weasley is the best shag of my life!” She knew this was the only way that he would let up.
“Right answer.” She scoffed at his smug response as he let go of her.
“Only shag is more like it.” She muttered jokingly, just loud enough for him to hear.
“And don’t you forget it.” He winked before smacking her bare arse and rolling off the bed. She yelped and gave him a look of light hearted warning.
She soon got up herself and began to change, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Fred watching her from the doorway.
“What?” She asked in false annoyance.
“Nothing, just looking at you is all.” He was beaming from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes playfully in return.
Once she was done getting dressed, he reached his hand out for her to take. She walked over and grabbed it, allowing him to lead her out of the room and down the hall.
When they reached the kitchen, they didn’t initially notice George sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of cereal.
The couple were to busy poking and prodding each other as they looked through the fridge for breakfast.
“Mooorning.” They quickly shot up and shut the fridge, turning to see George smirking at them, who was as it seemed, clearly aware of what had occurred the night prior.
He gave them a wink and a knowing look before going back to his bowl.
The Goodbye Prank | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
Inspired by:
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minors dni), oral f receiving, fingering, vaginal penetration, swearing, lots and lots of crying, deep hand cuts, angst!!
WC: 7k+
Chapter Summary: The boys are ready to move on to bigger and better things. What happens when Y/N finds out?
Chapters:
Year One / Year Two / Year Three / Year Four / Year Five / Year Six (not linked yet but will add when not exhausted lol)
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March 13th, 1996
“Hold still.” Y/N spoke sternly as Fred jerked his hand away from her, wincing in pain.
George was pacing back and forth in the background, glancing over at the couple every so often, anger filling his entire being.
She had really gone and done it this time. That poor excuse for a professor.
“Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.” Y/N seethed through gritted teeth as she concentrated on the task at hand.
“It really isn’t that big of a deal Y/N. It’ll heal on its own.” Fred cried out, not wanting his brother and girlfriend to worry about him.
“No, Fred you don’t understand! That bitch has gone too far this time. Detention is one thing... but this,” She placed a drop of alcohol on the plethora of cuts, making Fred cry in pain. Tears welled his eyes and he kept his lower lip beneath his teeth to quiet himself.
He didn’t want to be a bother.
“This is abuse, she can’t keep getting away with this!” She continued to rant.
“Y/N darling,” He spoke assuringly, slipping his hand away from her tending grasp and placing it on her cheek to calm her down. His eyes were soft and pleading for her to settle.
“She will never hurt me. This is temporary, but she will never truly hurt me.” A tear slipped out of her eye. She couldn’t help but feel that this was all her fault, that she was the reason he had gotten detention in the first place.
The day before, Y/N and Fred had been snogging in a dark corner near the restricted section in the library, and while she was doing her daily lurking, Umbridge came across the couple, threatening punishment immediately.
Before she could get a hold of both of them, Fred pushed Y/N away, demanding for her to run back to her dorm.
He himself hadn’t had the time to escape which led to him getting captured by Umbridge’s evil clutches, even if she only stood at a whopping four foot eleven.
So here he was, bleeding from the hand, all thanks to that pink toad's “special” quill.
In Fred’s chicken scratch writing, his hand read;
I will not coerce with mudbloods.
It had been speculated since she began “teaching” at Hogwarts that she was secretly a death eater. This was strong evidence to support said claim.
“This is all my fault.” Y/N murmured, making both twins shoot their heads up in surprise.
“Godric no! Y/N never say that again! I don’t care what it takes to keep you safe. And I also don’t care about your blood status. You are kind and smart and beautiful and a brilliant witch.” His words were full of hurt, hurt that she would think that of herself.
Fred knew Y/N was self conscious of the fact that she wasn’t raised in a wizarding household. That she had to work twice as hard to be where she was in terms of her studies, all because she had to play catch up with her classmates. It took a toll on her and Fred knew this. George knew this. Everyone knew this.
“I’m sorry Freddie I ju-,” He quickly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her to shut her up.
“Just heal my hand love.” He muttered against her lips.
George looked away, feeling like an intruder during a very personal moment.
“Alright.” She sighed out with a soft giggle and sniffle, resting her forehead against his. He soothed her further with a tender caress of her hands. Something she had grown to appreciate deeply.
“Vulnera Sanentur.” She finally spoke, slightly moving her wand and watching as the venomous words began to vanish from his skin.
“Thank you.” He sighed in relief, feeling the pain dissipate with every passing second.
“You’re welcome Freddie.”
April 2nd, 1996
It was the day of the OWL examinations and Fred and George had only one thing on their mind.
Revenge.
After a quidditch incident in which they knocked Malfoy off of his broom for speaking badly about their mother, Umbridge had made the biased decision to ban the twins from ever playing again. And then on top of that, she confiscated their brooms.
Then it was detention for Dumbledore’s Army along with two of his brothers, his sister, his girlfriend and a bunch of his friends and classmates.
Then he and George got in trouble with Umbridge once again for consoling a crying first year who had been a victim to her cruel and unethical detention practices.
Expulsion was a given for what they were about to do. But they didn’t care.
The boys had decided that after Umbridge ruined everything that was good about Hogwarts (e.g, Dumbledore's Army and Quidditch), education was no longer a beneficial part of their lives. Instead, using the money Harry had so graciously given them from his Triwizard earnings, they decided to finally jump ship and start a joke shop in Diagon Alley. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes they would call it.
Now all that was left was what they considered to be their most brilliant prank yet.
And this was where Y/N came into the picture.
The three of them strolled down a corridor towards the great hall where Professor Umbridge was administering the OWL examination for the fifth year students.
Y/N was more than happy to help the boys with their prank, often being used as a siren for their sneaky schemes. She didn't, however, know the exact reason for this prank.
She didn’t know this was goodbye.
Fred and George drew a blank when trying to figure out how to tell Y/N about their plans for the future. It killed Fred to think that this could possibly mean leaving his girlfriend behind, even if it had been a dream of his and George’s for so long to start the biggest pranking empire the wizarding world had ever seen.
So while the twins spent weeks and weeks planning their departure, Fred also tried to think of ways to ask Y/N to go with them and leave Hogwarts for good.
Finally at the entrance of the great hall, they quickly went over the plan in secret whispers. Y/N then waited for her cue to enter the large space to create the much needed distraction.
With a tap on the shoulder, Fred and George gave Y/N the go ahead to start her one woman show. She let out a shake of nerves and ran in, coming to a complete stop at Umbridge's feet at the front of the hall.
“There are OWL examinations happening in this room. What is the meaning of this?” Umbridge spoke in a rather agitated but sickly sweet tone.
“There’s a few students playing around with banned Weasley products outside in the halls Professor. Causing a real disruption.” Umbridge clenched her fists. She couldn’t stand the twins.
All eyes were on Y/N. Most students knew she was Fred’s girlfriend so it was quite amusing to see the confusion on their faces.
Umbridge would have also seen through the act if she hadn’t been currently seething to the core.
“Right well, lead me to them Ms L/N.” She said tugging at the bottom of her pink tweed blazer. Y/N nodded, beginning to walk ahead of Umbridge towards the entrance, all the while, giving the boys the countdown for their surprise.
At one, Y/N noticed a gleam in the twins' eyes as Fred tossed a Whiz-bang right in front of Umbridge’s nose. Y/N quickly got out of the way as the Whiz-bang began to wreak its havoc. Umbridge yelped and screeched as she tried to outrun the now fully formed dragon that had emerged from the sparks. The professor was no match for Fred and George Wealsey, that was for certain.
As everything began to escalate, Fred and George mounted their confiscated brooms with conviction.
Fred took a moment to look over at his beaming girlfriend before placing a quick reassuring peck on her lips. The boys then pushed off the ground and zipped through the large room, their hoots and hollers of adrenaline trailing behind them.
Students cheered as examination papers floated about, all caused by the gusts of wind from the speed of the boys brooms. Then once enough students had gathered on to the balcony, the letter W appeared in the sky in the form of fireworks. It stood proudly amongst the clouds that it almost brought a tear to Y/N’s eye. These boys were legends.
It was quite spectacular to say the least.
———
Later that night, Y/N laid awake, feeling slightly concerned about the twins. Neither one of them had contacted her to say where they were or when they would be back.
Feeling uneasy, Y/N pushed her dark maroon sheets off of her body and headed towards the window hoping to see any sign of the twins returning.
Nothing.
She let out a shaky sigh but became startled when she heard a quiet thump behind her.
Once she quickly spinned around she noticed the outline of her boyfriend standing in the darkness, with just a splash of moonlight cascading over his face. Even in the shadow she knew which twin she was dealing with.
“Fred!” She whispered through a smile before jumping from the window seal and running over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her with a tightness that she had never felt from anyone else. It was almost as though if he were to let go she would simply slip away into nothing. She frowned over his shoulder and pushed back from the hug to look into his eyes, hoping to find all of the answers to the questions she had in them.
“Fred?” She asked, beginning to notice that sick stomach feeling again within her.
“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” His tone was stern and pointed.
She felt an inkling as to what this was all about.
“Fred don’t worry, If Umbridge tries to expel you I’m sure Dumbledore can override it, right?” His expression didn’t shift.
“Right?” She repeated with an unsure tone, starting to think that the worry of expulsion wasn’t why he was here. The flips and turns in her gut became more and more alive. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Why wasn’t he saying anything god dammit?
“Did something happen Freddie?” Her voice was shaky, almost as if she couldn’t trust it.
“I need to talk to you about something. Something important that could change the rest of our lives.” Y/N could sense his nervousness from a mile away.
“Bloody hell Fred this doesn’t make me feel good.” He quickly placed a hand on her cheek to calm her nerves. She instinctively leaned into his calloused palm.
“Before you say anything, let me explain and then you can tell me what you think.”
“I’m thinking that the other girls will wake up if we don’t have this conversation somewhere else.” He finally looked at their surroundings noticing the other bodies sleeping soundly within the room.
“Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the dark dorm and down to the undisturbed common room.
“You’re scaring me Fred. Tell me what’s going on.” She watched him closely as he paced back and forth, clearly thinking about what to say next.
“George and I are leaving.”
“Not if Dumbledore has anything to say about it.” She responded, still very much left in the dark. Fred released a sigh and sat her down on one of the couches. The crackling fire filled the tense void between the two lovers.
“No, Y/N, we are leaving tonight. Getting away from Umbridge, from Hogwarts. We have a storefront in Diagon Alley that we are going to turn into the most wicked joke shop any witch or wizard has ever seen.” Y/N’s face was unreadable.
“Freddie the prank is over now. You don’t need t-” She said with a nervous laugh which he cut off.
“Y/N I’m serious. I know it’s hard to believe, but this time I need you to trust me. We are leaving Hogwarts, for good. George and I are going to be creating one of the biggest wizarding enterprises ever…. and, I want you to come with us…. with me.”
Y/N pulled her hands away from Fred’s. The skin on her neck crawled.
“Fred I- I don’t know what to say.” Her breathing began to quicken. She was panicking. She couldn’t just leave. She had friends, an education, a life here at Hogwarts.
“You don’t have to say anything right now. I just need you to know that I love you and this doesn’t mean that I want us to end.” She shook her head repeatedly, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.
Fred grabbed her cheeks and pushed his lips against hers. He could feel the salty wetness from her eyes transfer from her skin to his, and it broke his heart into a million pieces knowing that he was the cause of it.
Y/N wanted to push him away so badly. He had made the choice to walk away from everything that they had built together. How could she ever forgive him? Instead of conveying this to him, she moved to straddle his lap. He leaned against the back of the couch and placed his hands on her hips, holding on for dear life.
“Please.” He whispered.
She didn’t respond but rather pushed herself deeper against him, slightly grinding her hips.
“I’m sorry.” Was all she said, in a soft shaky tone. They both knew what she was apologizing for.
They took a moment to just look at one another.
Y/N then spoke before she had time to think her words through,
“Show me you really mean what you say. Show me that you truly love me. Show me before you go and forget all about me.” Tears flowed between the two of them.
“I could never forget you.” He said in a hurt whisper. Her eyes trailed down to their connected laps in shame, embarrassed that she was making a huge selfish fuss over his plans of a brighter future. Fred took her face in his hands and made sure to really get a good look at her before swiftly laying her flat on her back against the couch.
“Is this alright?” He asked while softly stroking her thigh. She let out a trapped sigh and nodded as she shimmied herself further into the cushions. Fred gave her a melancholy smile before leaning in and enveloping her mouth with his.
Immediately they began to collectively moan as Fred grazed his hand up and down Y/N’s goose fleshed skin and her clothed pubic bone pushed up against his sensitive groin. Just the feeling of his light feather touch had her trembling to his every will. Once he felt that her legs had gotten enough attention, he removed his lips from hers and moved his hands from her thighs as he looked down at her with a face filled with care and worry.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
His fingers were creeping up her inner thigh and past the fabric of her cotton pyjama shorts. She nodded with a soft hum of approval. She bit down on her swollen bottom lip as he began to circle her clit with his middle and index fingers. Then her hand shot up to grab his forearm at the same time as her legs tensed up with pleasure.
“Please Freddie, m-more.” She whined while using her hand to dictate his speed and movements against her sensitive centre.
Fred watched in amazement as his girlfriend laid submissively beneath him, her hair sprawled out as she shimmed and jerked about, all because of his large strong hand that was currently between her legs.
They had never had sex before. The two of them had talked about it a great deal throughout their relationship, but because they spent so much of their time surrounded by friends during school and family during the holidays, it was difficult to ever get a moment to do so.
Fred never really cared about getting caught or the idea of a quicky. He was Fred Weasley after all. Any way he could feel her skin against his was ideal. Y/N on the other hand, had always wanted her first time to be something meaningful. She wanted it to be thought out, where they wouldn’t be distrubed and could have all the time in the world to express their love for one another.
So never once did Fred imagine that this was how the night would end. In the middle of the warmly lit common room where any insomnia stricken student could walk in unannounced.
Fred wanted her to drop everything. He wanted her to follow in his footsteps. But she was her own person, and she had to make her own choices, no matter how much it pained him. At the very least they were able to say their goodbyes by finally giving themselves to each other, whole heartedly.
“I’m going to put a finger in. Is that alright?” He asked softly in her ear, intentionally making it so his mouth hovered close to her neck. She shivered at the feeling of his breath rolling off of her skin.
“Yes Freddie, more than alright.” She was his to take, anyway he wanted.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, okay love?” She nodded lightly, completely under his spell.
Fred detached his fingers from her hypersensitive bundle and slowly dragged them down to swirl around the wetness that had formed at her entrance. Once she was fully prepped by his digit, he slipped his index finger inside of her. Even with one digit, he could tell just how tight she was.
“Merlin, you’re so fucking tight.” He groaned out his inner thoughts before attacking her neck again with a plethora of horny kisses.
Her jaw slacked open in pleasure and her back arched off of the sticky fabric beneath her. His methodical breathing gave her a pace in which she could thrust herself against his finger.
Fred noticed her clench and speed up her hips movements. Not wanting her to finish so quickly, he slowly pulled his finger out of her warmth, resulting in a whine escaping her lips.
“Freddie, come back. Please!” She cried out, reaching out for him. Instead of giving in to her (no matter how badly he wanted to), he slipped off of the couch and got onto his knees in front of her. Y/N sat up and faced him, looking like the goddess Venus herself.
“Off, darling.” He finally said before tugging at the waistband of her shorts. Y/N happily obliged by lifting her hips up and letting him pull the shorts past the curvature of her bum and down her legs to the floor.
“Can you open up for me darling?’ He asked gently, caressing her knees in a circular motion. Y/N adjusted herself in her seated position, the sound of the leather couch filling their ears as she shifted her hips. She then took a deep inhale before slowly opening her legs more and planting her feet far apart from each other. The draft of the room hit her, making her clench her toes for a moment.
Fred’s face heated up as he took in her glistening inner thighs and centre.
“Absolutely stunning love, really.” He bashfully admitted while stroking her spread apart thighs.
This was not the Fred Wealsey that everyone else knew. The crazy, careless prankster who had everyone wrapped around his finger. The Fred Weasley who constantly told innapropriate jokes and boasted about his pranking achievements along with his party animal ways. As he sat there on his knees, between his girlfriends legs, he came to the conclusion that he was the one wrapped around her finger. He was nothing more than a desperate boy who was hopelessly in love with the girl above him.
“All yours Freddie.” Her voice was like sweet red velvet cake getting sliced into on a warm late spring afternoon. Fred let out a soft groan in response to her inviting words before pushing himself forward slightly, preparing himself to attach his lips to her core. He slowly tilted his head to the side, allowing himself full access. His stomach contracted and he squeezed his thighs together, trying to keep the ache in his trousers at bay.
Once he was able to somewhat pull himself together, he placed a gentle kiss to her clit, resulting in her hole clenching and her hips abruptly bucking forward. She grabbed his short red locks in the process and looked down at him through half lidded eyes.
“Look at me baby.” She whispered seductively. His soft brown irises slowly shifted up along her gorgeous welcoming figure to meet her eyes, a clouded look of lust filling them. Now giving her his full attention, Fred moved on from the light kisses he was administering to fully lapping up her arousal with a new found confidence.
“Fuck.” She groaned out while jutting her hips forward and threading her fingers through his hair harshly. He sighed in contentment as he continued to watch his girlfriend unravel above him. All because of his tongue.
And once more, right before she could finish, Fred removed his mouth from her core, wetness covering most of his lower face, chin and all. Before he could make any witty comments about how spent she looked, Y/N grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up onto the couch to lay on top of her.
His shoulders rose and fell as he panted, still catching his breath from devouring her seconds ago. His covered torso pressed against hers and they could both feel each other's hearts racing, keeping in time with one another.
“Stay with me. Just for a bit.” She pleaded quietly, sadness evident in her voice and tears sitting in the lower waterline of her eyes. Fred immediately sat up and watched her lay deeper along the couch before straddling her waist. He then unzipped his striped sweater, throwing it behind him absentmindedly. Y/N looked up at the red headed boy on top of her with so much love and admiration, moving her hands up and down his clothed chest and stomach. Fred then pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his bare upper body.
Feeling absolutely feral from seeing his lightly freckled porcelain chest, Y/N yanked Fred down by the neck to press their lips together. Most of the time when they kissed, it would be fairly contained and sweet. Now was not one of those times. Teeth clashed and tongues swirled freely making the kiss messy, sloppy and feverish.
Wanting even more contact, Fred pulled one of his hands out from behind Y/N’s head and tucked it under the button up lounge top she had on. She let out a small gasp as he began messaging one of her breasts. He couldn’t go another second without having them exposed and ready for his tender touch.
Quickly sitting up again, Fred started to unbutton the fabric with shaky hands, prominent pants of lust coming from his throat. Noticing him struggling, Y/N anxiously placed her hands over his and started helping him with the buttons.
Once the final button was undone, Y/N’s supple breasts were finally exposed. The cool air caused her nipples to harden and once Fred had fully taken them in, he brought himself down to her chest, sucking on the flesh happily.
Needy for more of him, Y/N dragged her hand down his stomach, stopping at the buckle of his belt. With a few aggressive tugs of the hand me down leather, Fred brought his hand down to help her unbuckle it, gently grazing her hand in the process.
Once the belt was removed, Y/N feverishly pulled at the zipper of his trousers. She was able to achieve the action on her own fairly quickly and began to feel around his lower section, putting her hand past the elastic band of his striped boxers. When she felt his hardened dick, a multitude of somersaults awoken within her. She was hoping somersaults wouldn’t be the only thing she would feel her gut that night.
She took him in her hand, making sure not to grip his aching member too harshly. He bucked forward and closed his eyes, letting out the most beautiful sound that had ever graced Y/N’s ears. Seeing her effect on the older boy had her stroking him faster and faster. Precome from his red tip began to seep between her fingers.
“Yes, yes!” He let slip out with a gasp, digging his face into her neck. She then slipped her hand out from his boxers and trousers, not letting him finish. It was a small act of defiance for doing the same to her earlier.
He whined quietly, nuzzling his nose further into her skin, begging for any kind of release.
“Lift up love.’ She said sweetly, which he did with very little objection. Her arms came around his waist and she pushed his trouser and boxers down more, giving her a full view of his arse as she looked over his shoulder from where she laid. She couldn’t help but stare.
Getting frustrated with the inconvenience of the material, Fred kicked off his shoes and used his feet to push the constrictive material off his lower half completely, including his socks.
Y/N and Fred were now fully naked and exposed.
“Fred, I need you in me.” Y/N begged, desperate for the feeling of being filled up by the boy above her. Fred brought himself up further on to his elbows and tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
“Yeah?” He asked, needing her to be one hundred percent sure that this was what she wanted.
“Yeah.” She responded, eyes full of wonder. He couldn’t deny her what she wanted, especially when she gave him that look.
He moved his gaze down to his swollen member that was just barely hovering over her pubic bone. With a steady grip, he jerked himself a couple times to bring up a bead of precome before shifting slightly, laying the tip of his length against her lower lips.
Looking up one more time for confirmation, he was met with a soft expression on her face and her hand stroking his hair gently, giving him a sense of reassurance.
That was all he needed to continue.
He moved forward, looking down to watch his aching length disappear past the folds of her pulsing centre.
The feeling made him release a shaky breath and he laid himself flush against her naked chest, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer even if he tried. Y/N hissed when he slowly pushed himself further and further inside of her, his member dragging against her contracting walls. To ease the pain she gripped onto his toned freckles biceps. All those years of swinging his beater bat could be felt underneath her fingertips.
“Freddie,” She cooed, indicating that the pain had started to subside. Her soft words sent sharp bolts of energy through his scalp and all the way down to the soles of his feet. The sensation made him want to move instead of this agonizing stillness they were currently in.
“Ca-can I-I m-move? Fuckin’ ‘ell, can I please move?” He begged, shakiness laced within his words.
“Yeah.” She whispered, tightening her grip on the roots of his hair. He groaned at the tugging sensation and began retracting his hips, watching Y/N tense and hiss as he did so. He waited a moment and then pushed forward again, watching as she let out a prominent sigh, releasing all of the stiffness she was holding. His thrusts were small, only moving slightly back and forth so she could get used to the feeling. Every once and a while she would let out these little mewls that made him want to snap his hips. But he had to have restraint.
For her sake.
It was as if she had read his mind because as he continued his methodically shallow pace, Y/N finally spoke up through her moans.
“More Freddie. I need more.” He lifted his head from the cozy spot he had created upon her chest to look her in the eye.
“Are you sure?’ The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“Christ Freddie, you’re being too gentle! Please just fuck me like you mean it!”
He was dumbfounded by her words. Her begging and pleading awoke something within him and he went to grab her thigh, placing it against his hip. He then set his forehead against hers making sure their eyes stayed connected.
“Like this?” He asked confidently with a tinge of a smirk as he began to roll his hips hard against hers. She let out a loud whine and nodded before looking down to their connected bodies, biting her lip as he continued to slowly and deeply fuck into her the best way he could.
“Yeah just like that.” She responded softly, rubbing her hand along his toned and flexed upper back.
Moans and pants filled the room. Y/N was fully laid back, pulling Fred down with her. With their bodies so intimately entangled, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her heels against his tailbone, allowing for a new angle to emerge. He was now hitting her g-spot in this position, though she didn’t know that. To her it just felt euphoric.
It just felt right.
After a while she made it so she was fully wrapped around him when she flung her arms around his neck, clinging to him almost as though she were a koala.
“Oh my merlin, you f-f-feel so fu-fucking amazing Fred!” All he could respond with were low grunts of pleasure.
Fred began to quicken his pace when he started to feel his orgasm creep up like a distant sneeze. This had Y/N holding on to him for dear life, also feeling her own climax slowly approaching.
“I-I think I’m go-going to cum.” He spoke in broken words.
“Me too.” She replied through a gasp, gripping onto his shoulder blades that tensed up every time he pushed forward into her now overly sensitive core.
After a few more deep and needy thrusts, Fred began to pull his hips back so he could finish on Y/N’s stomach.
“No.” She breathed out, tightening the grip she had on him, digging her heels deeper into his sweaty lower back. He looked down at her with a confused but blissed out expression, still thrusting sporadically.
“Finish inside me, so I still have a part of you with me when you leave.” He stopped, completely caught off guard by her words. She wanted him to stay with her that badly. It killed him inside, especially as he watched a single tear run down her flushed cheek.
“If that’s okay.” She continued, beginning to retract into herself. She started to think that she had made him uncomfortable and had ruined the moment with her loose words. She covered her face in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear. It would be difficult though with Fred still very much buried inside of her.
Y/N was about to apologize for stepping out of line when she felt him begin to thrust into her with more vigour than before. She took her hands off of her eyes to see Fred concentrating heavily, his face turning into a light shade of red.
“ ‘m close. Gonna fill you up so well love.” Her heart swelled at his words. He was going to do it.
“Fuck, me too Freddie.” With a few more passionate and hard thrusts and a plethora of I love you’s, Fred let out a guttural groan while sloppily painting her jaw with wet, salvia ridden kisses. Then he finally spilled his seed deep inside of her. She gripped on to him roughly, jutting up against his now partly soft member as her legs shook along with her orgasm.
Fred could watch her do that all day.
They had both mostly come down at this point as Fred collapsed on top of Y/N, their sweaty bodies finding a perfect rhythm through their erratic breaths and heartbeats. No words were spoken. Instead they stared off into space, finding a sense of peacefulness in their collective blissed out state. Only the crackling fire made itself known.
Amongst all this, Y/N drew hearts over Fred’s naked back absentmindedly with her fingers. He had almost fallen asleep at her soothing touch. It was what he would miss the most. The silent recognition of love that the two of them shared.
“Freddie?”
He hummed in response, far too gone at that point to give her a coherent sentence.
“I hate that I’m asking you this but, when are you leaving?” Fred’s eyes widened and he quickly shot up to check the time.
It was one-thirty in the morning. He was supposed to meet George at the front entrance half an hour earlier.
“Shit!” He yelled as he jumped up and ran around the common room, resembling a chicken with its head cut off. He frantically collected his clothes that were scattered on the floor.
“Get dressed and grab some shoes.” He said while hopping around, attempting to get his long lower limbs through the leg holes of his trousers. Y/N didn’t ask any questions as she quickly slipped her pyjamas back on and rushed upstairs to grab an old Gryfindor sweater her aunt passed down to her, along with a pair of worn in white converse.
Once she made it back down to the common room, Fred was lacing up his shoes. He must have heard her come down because once she got to the bottom of the stairs he looked up at her from his crouched position, watching her intently as she sat on the bottom step and concentrated on getting her own shoes on.
This moment reminded him of the night of the Yule Ball and how beautiful she looked when she came down those very same steps.
She took his breath away.
Now sporting a ratty old sweater and wearing no makeup whatsoever, his breath still caught in his throat.
She had always been so beautiful.
After a moment of soaking her in for what may be the last time for a while, Fred walked over and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the common room.
“Where are we going?” Y/N whisper yelled as they stealthily ran through the dark ghostly halls of Hogwarts. The only light source they were gifted came from the full moon that could easily be seen through the plethora of archways adorning the castle’s outer walls. The only sounds being the echo of their shoes slapping against the cobblestone beneath them.
Every once in a while when they came to a turn, Fred would abruptly stop and peak around the corner to make sure Filch wasn’t creeping around in the shadows. A habit he picked up when he first became a student at Hogwarts.
“Almost there.” He stated while swiftly moving around a corner, making a non verbal announcement that the area was clear of any caretaker activity.
Y/N helplessly wanted to tug Fred backwards and have them retreat back into the common room for a second round of passionate love making. Possibly even use the Room of Requirements to spice things up. But unfortunately, things don’t always go the way you want them to. Instead she tried her best to keep up with Fred’s lanky legs as he maneuvered them through the halls of Hogwarts.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally made it to the large grand entrance of the school, surprisingly not having gotten caught in the process. Y/N could feel her legs almost give out as they stopped to look out to the vast land of grass, forest and bodies of water, partially due to the large stretch of running she had just done and partially due to the activities that took place in the common room not that long ago.
Her lungs felt cold and sore as she gasped for breath.
“What are we doing here?” She choked out, not paying much attention to her surroundings. She then stood up fully and noticed a few meters away, the other half of her lover. He turned around, travel bag in hand and Angila behind him in all her bright blue glory. The fact that the car still ran was an absolute miracle. Especially after what Harry and Ron had put her through in Ninety-Two.
Fred took her out of her thoughts as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. George had a beaming smile on his face. He initially thought that the plan had worked and Y/N chose to go with them to help bring their dream to fruition. Then he noticed his older twin shake his head sadly. George’s smile disappeared and his shoulders dropped once he realised what his brother was trying to tell him.
This was goodbye.
“I hear you boys are dropping out?” Y/N called out to George as they got closer and closer to him, an attempt to lighten the mood. He let out a sad laugh as he stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets.
“Yeah, was thinking about it.” He responded leaning against the passenger door. Y/N snickered softly as they finally came face to face. She dropped Fred’s hand and pulled George in for a hug, rubbing his back to console him, feeling bad that she had gotten in the way of their perfect plan.
“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” He asked, words filled with hope.
“I can’t. I need to finish the year and graduate. But this isn’t goodbye Georgie Poorgie.” She said before pulling away from the embrace. He smiled at this and playfully rolled his eyes. He always hated that nickname.
“Will you write?” He didn’t want the last seven years to just go to waste. Neither did she.
“Of course I will.” She moved in closer and whispered,
“Keep an eye on him will you? You were always the more reasonable one of the two.” He chuckled lightly and nodded before leaning in for one more bone crushing hug.
“Bye Y/N.”
“Bye George.” And with that he retreated back into the dodgy Ford to make sure everything was in order for their journey to Diagon Alley.
“So.” Fred said breaking the awkward silence, kicking the stone beneath him, his hands shoved in his sweater pockets.
“So.” Y/N repeated in a light mocking tone. So much had happened in the last few hours that neither one of them really knew what to say.
“I’m never not going to love you, you know that right?” He finally said stepping closer so they were only a couple inches apart from each other.
“Yeah I know. Still wish you weren’t just going and deserting your education but it’s not my place to stomp on your dreams you know.” Y/N let out a sniffle, collecting a couple tears with her fingers.
“I’ll wait for you.” He blurted out. She looked up and gave him a sad smile, taking his hand into hers.
“No you won’t. You will work and work and one day some beautiful girl will walk in and sweep you off of your feet. She will be the perfect girlfriend and one day the perfect wife who will help you and George run the shop and raise your kids while you live out your dream. I know you love me and I love you, more than anything in the world, but Freddie, I cannot and will not hold you back from what I know you can achieve. Be great, focus on that. I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be who you want me to be. I can’t be a shop owner's wife.” Tears began to trickle down both their faces by the time Y/N had finished her little speech.
“Is this you breaking up with me?” His voice was cracked and hoarse. He had thought about this being a possible outcome but chose to push it to the back of his mind, not wanting to face it.
“Yeah...I think it is.” She replied weakly, feeling absolutely guilty and awful. No, this was what was right. He needed to move on.
“You are the only woman I’ve ever loved! No one else!” He said, his voice raising.
Y/N flinched slightly, not used to seeing him this genuinely angry, not even on the quidditch pitch. How could she? The only other time he got this mad was when she was passed out cold.
“Freddie, please. Not here.” Her voice was quiet and shaky as tears streamed down her face. She then noticed George watching from inside the car with a face full of remorse. Under normal circumstances he would have intervened to protect her but he knew she was safe and this conversation needed to happen sooner or later.
Seeing her scared demeanor, Fred pulled back immediately. He hated to see her frightened and vulnerable.
Slowly, he walked towards her and gently brought her into his chest as she sobbed, placing a plethora of gentle kisses on the top of her head.
“I’m sorry Fred, I just can’t I-” She rambled as her small frame shook with tears.
“Shhh. It’s okay, no need to apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled”. His eyes closed with frustration as he let out a sigh. He was angry at himself for getting so cross with her.
“Fred?” She asked once her tears had finally subsided and she could gather her thoughts.
“Yes love?’ He kept his hands around her waist as he leaned back a touch to look down at her.
“One last kiss? Before you leave?” Both of their hearts broke for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“Y/N please don’t.” He felt as though he could cry now.
“Fred, I don’t want to argue. Just do it” She was tired, emotionally drained and not in the mood to negotiate. He let out a shaky exhale and gently took a hold of the back of her neck, leaning down to capture her lips with his.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen with desperation. It felt nice and warm, but also painful. Fred moaned into Y/N’s mouth and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. In response she placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed her thumb gently back and forth against his soft freckled skin. His hand then came up to lay gently over hers. The size difference of their hands always made his heart swell.
“I love you.” He said against her lips.
“I know. I love you too.” She muttered. And with that, they separated and embraced for a couple more seconds. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but they had to.
“Bye.” She said with a weak wave once he had finally pried himself from her grasp, backing away further and further before getting into the driver seat.
He couldn't even look her in the eye as he started up the bunged up car, it would just be too painful. Merlin knew if he did, there was a good chance he would run back out to her and forget about everything he had worked so hard for.
The headlights shawn brightly, creating a stream of yellow light against the gravel in front of it. The sound of low rumbles, occasional putters and clanks drowned out Y/N’s re-emerging sobs as she watched the boys begin to drive down the path and up into the night sky. The old beat up Ford swiftly flew further and further away. Then it rippled into oblivion.
Gone.
Y/N held her sweater tightly to her shaking body as her teeth chattered, the only sound being the chilly April wind passing by. The wetness of her fresh tears brought an extra sense of coldness to her face. She stood in place far longer than necessary, secretly hoping that the piece of junk car would reappear.
The Goodbye Prank | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minors dni), oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration, swearing, lots and lots of crying, deep hand cuts, angst!!
WC: 7k+
Chapter Summary: The boys are ready to move on to bigger and better things. What happens when Y/N finds out?
Series Masterlist
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March 13th, 1996
“Hold still.” Y/N spoke sternly as Fred jerked his hand away from her, wincing in pain.
George was pacing back and forth in the background, glancing over at the couple every so often, anger filling his entire being.
She had really gone and done it this time. That poor excuse for a professor.
“Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.” Y/N seethed through gritted teeth as she concentrated on the task at hand.
“It really isn’t that big of a deal Y/N. It’ll heal on its own.” Fred cried out, not wanting his brother and girlfriend to worry about him.
“No, Fred you don’t understand! That bitch has gone too far this time. Detention is one thing... but this,” She placed a drop of alcohol on the plethora of cuts, making Fred cry in pain. Tears welled his eyes and he kept his lower lip beneath his teeth to quiet himself.
He didn’t want to be a bother.
“This is abuse, she can’t keep getting away with this!” She continued to rant.
“Y/N darling,” He spoke assuringly, slipping his hand away from her tending grasp and placing it on her cheek to calm her down. His eyes were soft and pleading for her to settle.
“She will never hurt me. This is temporary, but she will never truly hurt me.” A tear slipped out of her eye. She couldn’t help but feel that this was all her fault, that she was the reason he had gotten detention in the first place.
The day before, Y/N and Fred had been snogging in a dark corner near the restricted section in the library, and while she was doing her daily lurking, Umbridge came across the couple, threatening punishment immediately.
Before she could get a hold of both of them, Fred pushed Y/N away, demanding for her to run back to her dorm.
He himself hadn’t had the time to escape which led to him getting captured by Umbridge’s evil clutches, even if she only stood at a whopping four foot eleven.
So here he was, bleeding from the hand, all thanks to that pink toad's “special” quill.
In Fred’s chicken scratch writing, his hand read;
I will not coerce with mudbloods.
It had been speculated since she began “teaching” at Hogwarts that she was secretly a death eater. This was strong evidence to support said claim.
“This is all my fault.” Y/N murmured, making both twins shoot their heads up in surprise.
“Godric no! Y/N never say that again! I don’t care what it takes to keep you safe. And I also don’t care about your blood status. You are kind and smart and beautiful and a brilliant witch.” His words were full of hurt, hurt that she would think that of herself.
Fred knew Y/N was self conscious of the fact that she wasn’t raised in a wizarding household. That she had to work twice as hard to be where she was in terms of her studies, all because she had to play catch up with her classmates. It took a toll on her and Fred knew this. George knew this. Everyone knew this.
“I’m sorry Freddie I ju-,” He quickly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her to shut her up.
“Just heal my hand love.” He muttered against her lips.
George looked away, feeling like an intruder during a very personal moment.
“Alright.” She sighed out with a soft giggle and sniffle, resting her forehead against his. He soothed her further with a tender caress of her hands. Something she had grown to appreciate deeply.
“Vulnera Sanentur.” She finally spoke, slightly moving her wand and watching as the venomous words began to vanish from his skin.
“Thank you.” He sighed in relief, feeling the pain dissipate with every passing second.
“You’re welcome Freddie.”
April 2nd, 1996
It was the day of the OWL examinations and Fred and George had only one thing on their mind.
Revenge.
After a quidditch incident in which they knocked Malfoy off of his broom for speaking badly about their mother, Umbridge had made the biased decision to ban the twins from ever playing again. And then on top of that, she confiscated their brooms.
Then it was detention for Dumbledore’s Army along with two of his brothers, his sister, his girlfriend and a bunch of his friends and classmates.
Then he and George got in trouble with Umbridge once again for consoling a crying first year who had been a victim to her cruel and unethical detention practices.
Expulsion was a given for what they were about to do. But they didn’t care.
The boys had decided that after Umbridge ruined everything that was good about Hogwarts (e.g, Dumbledore's Army and Quidditch), education was no longer a beneficial part of their lives. Instead, using the money Harry had so graciously given them from his Triwizard earnings, they decided to finally jump ship and start a joke shop in Diagon Alley. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes they would call it.
Now all that was left was what they considered to be their most brilliant prank yet.
And this was where Y/N came into the picture.
The three of them strolled down a corridor towards the great hall where Professor Umbridge was administering the OWL examination for the fifth year students.
Y/N was more than happy to help the boys with their prank, often being used as a siren for their sneaky schemes. She didn't, however, know the exact reason for this prank.
She didn’t know this was goodbye.
Fred and George drew a blank when trying to figure out how to tell Y/N about their plans for the future. It killed Fred to think that this could possibly mean leaving his girlfriend behind, even if it had been a dream of his and George’s for so long to start the biggest pranking empire the wizarding world had ever seen.
So while the twins spent weeks and weeks planning their departure, Fred also tried to think of ways to ask Y/N to go with them and leave Hogwarts for good.
Finally at the entrance of the great hall, they quickly went over the plan in secret whispers. Y/N then waited for her cue to enter the large space to create the much needed distraction.
With a tap on the shoulder, Fred and George gave Y/N the go ahead to start her one woman show. She let out a shake of nerves and ran in, coming to a complete stop at Umbridge's feet at the front of the hall.
“There are OWL examinations happening in this room. What is the meaning of this?” Umbridge spoke in a rather agitated but sickly sweet tone.
“There’s a few students playing around with banned Weasley products outside in the halls Professor. Causing a real disruption.” Umbridge clenched her fists. She couldn’t stand the twins.
All eyes were on Y/N. Most students knew she was Fred’s girlfriend so it was quite amusing to see the confusion on their faces.
Umbridge would have also seen through the act if she hadn’t been currently seething to the core.
“Right well, lead me to them Ms L/N.” She said tugging at the bottom of her pink tweed blazer. Y/N nodded, beginning to walk ahead of Umbridge towards the entrance, all the while, giving the boys the countdown for their surprise.
At one, Y/N noticed a gleam in the twins' eyes as Fred tossed a Whiz-bang right in front of Umbridge’s nose. Y/N quickly got out of the way as the Whiz-bang began to wreak its havoc. Umbridge yelped and screeched as she tried to outrun the now fully formed dragon that had emerged from the sparks. The professor was no match for Fred and George Wealsey, that was for certain.
As everything began to escalate, Fred and George mounted their confiscated brooms with conviction.
Fred took a moment to look over at his beaming girlfriend before placing a quick reassuring peck on her lips. The boys then pushed off the ground and zipped through the large room, their hoots and hollers of adrenaline trailing behind them.
Students cheered as examination papers floated about, all caused by the gusts of wind from the speed of the boys brooms. Then once enough students had gathered on to the balcony, the letter W appeared in the sky in the form of fireworks. It stood proudly amongst the clouds that it almost brought a tear to Y/N’s eye. These boys were legends.
It was quite spectacular to say the least.
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Later that night, Y/N laid awake, feeling slightly concerned about the twins. Neither one of them had contacted her to say where they were or when they would be back.
Feeling uneasy, Y/N pushed her dark maroon sheets off of her body and headed towards the window hoping to see any sign of the twins returning.
Nothing.
She let out a shaky sigh but became startled when she heard a quiet thump behind her.
Once she quickly spinned around she noticed the outline of her boyfriend standing in the darkness, with just a splash of moonlight cascading over his face. Even in the shadow she knew which twin she was dealing with.
“Fred!” She whispered through a smile before jumping from the window seal and running over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her with a tightness that she had never felt from anyone else. It was almost as though if he were to let go she would simply slip away into nothing. She frowned over his shoulder and pushed back from the hug to look into his eyes, hoping to find all of the answers to the questions she had in them.
“Fred?” She asked, beginning to notice that sick stomach feeling again within her.
“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” His tone was stern and pointed.
She felt an inkling as to what this was all about.
“Fred don’t worry, If Umbridge tries to expel you I’m sure Dumbledore can override it, right?” His expression didn’t shift.
“Right?” She repeated with an unsure tone, starting to think that the worry of expulsion wasn’t why he was here. The flips and turns in her gut became more and more alive. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Why wasn’t he saying anything god dammit?
“Did something happen Freddie?” Her voice was shaky, almost as if she couldn’t trust it.
“I need to talk to you about something. Something important that could change the rest of our lives.” Y/N could sense his nervousness from a mile away.
“Bloody hell Fred this doesn’t make me feel good.” He quickly placed a hand on her cheek to calm her nerves. She instinctively leaned into his calloused palm.
“Before you say anything, let me explain and then you can tell me what you think.”
“I’m thinking that the other girls will wake up if we don’t have this conversation somewhere else.” He finally looked at their surroundings noticing the other bodies sleeping soundly within the room.
“Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the dark dorm and down to the undisturbed common room.
“You’re scaring me Fred. Tell me what’s going on.” She watched him closely as he paced back and forth, clearly thinking about what to say next.
“George and I are leaving.”
“Not if Dumbledore has anything to say about it.” She responded, still very much left in the dark. Fred released a sigh and sat her down on one of the couches. The crackling fire filled the tense void between the two lovers.
“No, Y/N, we are leaving tonight. Getting away from Umbridge, from Hogwarts. We have a storefront in Diagon Alley that we are going to turn into the most wicked joke shop any witch or wizard has ever seen.” Y/N’s face was unreadable.
“Freddie the prank is over now. You don’t need t-” She said with a nervous laugh which he cut off.
“Y/N I’m serious. I know it’s hard to believe, but this time I need you to trust me. We are leaving Hogwarts, for good. George and I are going to be creating one of the biggest wizarding enterprises ever…. and, I want you to come with us…. with me.”
Y/N pulled her hands away from Fred’s. The skin on her neck crawled.
“Fred I- I don’t know what to say.” Her breathing began to quicken. She was panicking. She couldn’t just leave. She had friends, an education, a life here at Hogwarts.
“You don’t have to say anything right now. I just need you to know that I love you and this doesn’t mean that I want us to end.” She shook her head repeatedly, wiping away the tears streaming down her face.
Fred grabbed her cheeks and pushed his lips against hers. He could feel the salty wetness from her eyes transfer from her skin to his, and it broke his heart into a million pieces knowing that he was the cause of it.
Y/N wanted to push him away so badly. He had made the choice to walk away from everything that they had built together. How could she ever forgive him? Instead of conveying this to him, she moved to straddle his lap. He leaned against the back of the couch and placed his hands on her hips, holding on for dear life.
“Please.” He whispered.
She didn’t respond but rather pushed herself deeper against him, slightly grinding her hips.
“I’m sorry.” Was all she said, in a soft shaky tone. They both knew what she was apologizing for.
They took a moment to just look at one another.
Y/N then spoke before she had time to think her words through,
“Show me you really mean what you say. Show me that you truly love me. Show me before you go and forget all about me.” Tears flowed between the two of them.
“I could never forget you.” He said in a hurt whisper. Her eyes trailed down to their connected laps in shame, embarrassed that she was making a huge selfish fuss over his plans of a brighter future. Fred took her face in his hands and made sure to really get a good look at her before swiftly laying her flat on her back against the couch.
“Is this alright?” He asked while softly stroking her thigh. She let out a trapped sigh and nodded as she shimmied herself further into the cushions. Fred gave her a melancholy smile before leaning in and enveloping her mouth with his.
Immediately they began to collectively moan as Fred grazed his hand up and down Y/N’s goose fleshed skin and her clothed pubic bone pushed up against his sensitive groin. Just the feeling of his light feather touch had her trembling to his every will. Once he felt that her legs had gotten enough attention, he removed his lips from hers and moved his hands from her thighs as he looked down at her with a face filled with care and worry.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
His fingers were creeping up her inner thigh and past the fabric of her cotton pyjama shorts. She nodded with a soft hum of approval. She bit down on her swollen bottom lip as he began to circle her clit with his middle and index fingers. Then her hand shot up to grab his forearm at the same time as her legs tensed up with pleasure.
“Please Freddie, m-more.” She whined while using her hand to dictate his speed and movements against her sensitive centre.
Fred watched in amazement as his girlfriend laid submissively beneath him, her hair sprawled out as she shimmed and jerked about, all because of his large strong hand that was currently between her legs.
They had never had sex before. The two of them had talked about it a great deal throughout their relationship, but because they spent so much of their time surrounded by friends during school and family during the holidays, it was difficult to ever get a moment to do so.
Fred never really cared about getting caught or the idea of a quicky. He was Fred Weasley after all. Any way he could feel her skin against his was ideal. Y/N on the other hand, had always wanted her first time to be something meaningful. She wanted it to be thought out, where they wouldn’t be distrubed and could have all the time in the world to express their love for one another.
So never once did Fred imagine that this was how the night would end. In the middle of the warmly lit common room where any insomnia stricken student could walk in unannounced.
Fred wanted her to drop everything. He wanted her to follow in his footsteps. But she was her own person, and she had to make her own choices, no matter how much it pained him. At the very least they were able to say their goodbyes by finally giving themselves to each other, whole heartedly.
“I’m going to put a finger in. Is that alright?” He asked softly in her ear, intentionally making it so his mouth hovered close to her neck. She shivered at the feeling of his breath rolling off of her skin.
“Yes Freddie, more than alright.” She was his to take, anyway he wanted.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, okay love?” She nodded lightly, completely under his spell.
Fred detached his fingers from her hypersensitive bundle and slowly dragged them down to swirl around the wetness that had formed at her entrance. Once she was fully prepped by his digit, he slipped his index finger inside of her. Even with one digit, he could tell just how tight she was.
“Merlin, you’re so fucking tight.” He groaned out his inner thoughts before attacking her neck again with a plethora of horny kisses.
Her jaw slacked open in pleasure and her back arched off of the sticky fabric beneath her. His methodical breathing gave her a pace in which she could thrust herself against his finger.
Fred noticed her clench and speed up her hips movements. Not wanting her to finish so quickly, he slowly pulled his finger out of her warmth, resulting in a whine escaping her lips.
“Freddie, come back. Please!” She cried out, reaching out for him. Instead of giving in to her (no matter how badly he wanted to), he slipped off of the couch and got onto his knees in front of her. Y/N sat up and faced him, looking like the goddess Venus herself.
“Off, darling.” He finally said before tugging at the waistband of her shorts. Y/N happily obliged by lifting her hips up and letting him pull the shorts past the curvature of her bum and down her legs to the floor.
“Can you open up for me darling?’ He asked gently, caressing her knees in a circular motion. Y/N adjusted herself in her seated position, the sound of the leather couch filling their ears as she shifted her hips. She then took a deep inhale before slowly opening her legs more and planting her feet far apart from each other. The draft of the room hit her, making her clench her toes for a moment.
Fred’s face heated up as he took in her glistening inner thighs and centre.
“Absolutely stunning love, really.” He bashfully admitted while stroking her spread apart thighs.
This was not the Fred Wealsey that everyone else knew. The crazy, careless prankster who had everyone wrapped around his finger. The Fred Weasley who constantly told innapropriate jokes and boasted about his pranking achievements along with his party animal ways. As he sat there on his knees, between his girlfriends legs, he came to the conclusion that he was the one wrapped around her finger. He was nothing more than a desperate boy who was hopelessly in love with the girl above him.
“All yours Freddie.” Her voice was like sweet red velvet cake getting sliced into on a warm late spring afternoon. Fred let out a soft groan in response to her inviting words before pushing himself forward slightly, preparing himself to attach his lips to her core. He slowly tilted his head to the side, allowing himself full access. His stomach contracted and he squeezed his thighs together, trying to keep the ache in his trousers at bay.
Once he was able to somewhat pull himself together, he placed a gentle kiss to her clit, resulting in her hole clenching and her hips abruptly bucking forward. She grabbed his short red locks in the process and looked down at him through half lidded eyes.
“Look at me baby.” She whispered seductively. His soft brown irises slowly shifted up along her gorgeous welcoming figure to meet her eyes, a clouded look of lust filling them. Now giving her his full attention, Fred moved on from the light kisses he was administering to fully lapping up her arousal with a new found confidence.
“Fuck.” She groaned out while jutting her hips forward and threading her fingers through his hair harshly. He sighed in contentment as he continued to watch his girlfriend unravel above him. All because of his tongue.
And once more, right before she could finish, Fred removed his mouth from her core, wetness covering most of his lower face, chin and all. Before he could make any witty comments about how spent she looked, Y/N grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up onto the couch to lay on top of her.
His shoulders rose and fell as he panted, still catching his breath from devouring her seconds ago. His covered torso pressed against hers and they could both feel each other's hearts racing, keeping in time with one another.
“Stay with me. Just for a bit.” She pleaded quietly, sadness evident in her voice and tears sitting in the lower waterline of her eyes. Fred immediately sat up and watched her lay deeper along the couch before straddling her waist. He then unzipped his striped sweater, throwing it behind him absentmindedly. Y/N looked up at the red headed boy on top of her with so much love and admiration, moving her hands up and down his clothed chest and stomach. Fred then pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his bare upper body.
Feeling absolutely feral from seeing his lightly freckled porcelain chest, Y/N yanked Fred down by the neck to press their lips together. Most of the time when they kissed, it would be fairly contained and sweet. Now was not one of those times. Teeth clashed and tongues swirled freely making the kiss messy, sloppy and feverish.
Wanting even more contact, Fred pulled one of his hands out from behind Y/N’s head and tucked it under the button up lounge top she had on. She let out a small gasp as he began messaging one of her breasts. He couldn’t go another second without having them exposed and ready for his tender touch.
Quickly sitting up again, Fred started to unbutton the fabric with shaky hands, prominent pants of lust coming from his throat. Noticing him struggling, Y/N anxiously placed her hands over his and started helping him with the buttons.
Once the final button was undone, Y/N’s supple breasts were finally exposed. The cool air caused her nipples to harden and once Fred had fully taken them in, he brought himself down to her chest, sucking on the flesh happily.
Needy for more of him, Y/N dragged her hand down his stomach, stopping at the buckle of his belt. With a few aggressive tugs of the hand me down leather, Fred brought his hand down to help her unbuckle it, gently grazing her hand in the process.
Once the belt was removed, Y/N feverishly pulled at the zipper of his trousers. She was able to achieve the action on her own fairly quickly and began to feel around his lower section, putting her hand past the elastic band of his striped boxers. When she felt his hardened dick, a multitude of somersaults awoken within her. She was hoping somersaults wouldn’t be the only thing she would feel her gut that night.
She took him in her hand, making sure not to grip his aching member too harshly. He bucked forward and closed his eyes, letting out the most beautiful sound that had ever graced Y/N’s ears. Seeing her effect on the older boy had her stroking him faster and faster. Precome from his red tip began to seep between her fingers.
“Yes, yes!” He let slip out with a gasp, digging his face into her neck. She then slipped her hand out from his boxers and trousers, not letting him finish. It was a small act of defiance for doing the same to her earlier.
He whined quietly, nuzzling his nose further into her skin, begging for any kind of release.
“Lift up love.’ She said sweetly, which he did with very little objection. Her arms came around his waist and she pushed his trouser and boxers down more, giving her a full view of his arse as she looked over his shoulder from where she laid. She couldn’t help but stare.
Getting frustrated with the inconvenience of the material, Fred kicked off his shoes and used his feet to push the constrictive material off his lower half completely, including his socks.
Y/N and Fred were now fully naked and exposed.
“Fred, I need you in me.” Y/N begged, desperate for the feeling of being filled up by the boy above her. Fred brought himself up further on to his elbows and tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
“Yeah?” He asked, needing her to be one hundred percent sure that this was what she wanted.
“Yeah.” She responded, eyes full of wonder. He couldn’t deny her what she wanted, especially when she gave him that look.
He moved his gaze down to his swollen member that was just barely hovering over her pubic bone. With a steady grip, he jerked himself a couple times to bring up a bead of precome before shifting slightly, laying the tip of his length against her lower lips.
Looking up one more time for confirmation, he was met with a soft expression on her face and her hand stroking his hair gently, giving him a sense of reassurance.
That was all he needed to continue.
He moved forward, looking down to watch his aching length disappear past the folds of her pulsing centre.
The feeling made him release a shaky breath and he laid himself flush against her naked chest, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer even if he tried. Y/N hissed when he slowly pushed himself further and further inside of her, his member dragging against her contracting walls. To ease the pain she gripped onto his toned freckles biceps. All those years of swinging his beater bat could be felt underneath her fingertips.
“Freddie,” She cooed, indicating that the pain had started to subside. Her soft words sent sharp bolts of energy through his scalp and all the way down to the soles of his feet. The sensation made him want to move instead of this agonizing stillness they were currently in.
“Ca-can I-I m-move? Fuckin’ ‘ell, can I please move?” He begged, shakiness laced within his words.
“Yeah.” She whispered, tightening her grip on the roots of his hair. He groaned at the tugging sensation and began retracting his hips, watching Y/N tense and hiss as he did so. He waited a moment and then pushed forward again, watching as she let out a prominent sigh, releasing all of the stiffness she was holding. His thrusts were small, only moving slightly back and forth so she could get used to the feeling. Every once and a while she would let out these little mewls that made him want to snap his hips. But he had to have restraint.
For her sake.
It was as if she had read his mind because as he continued his methodically shallow pace, Y/N finally spoke up through her moans.
“More Freddie. I need more.” He lifted his head from the cozy spot he had created upon her chest to look her in the eye.
“Are you sure?’ The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“Christ Freddie, you’re being too gentle! Please just fuck me like you mean it!”
He was dumbfounded by her words. Her begging and pleading awoke something within him and he went to grab her thigh, placing it against his hip. He then set his forehead against hers making sure their eyes stayed connected.
“Like this?” He asked confidently with a tinge of a smirk as he began to roll his hips hard against hers. She let out a loud whine and nodded before looking down to their connected bodies, biting her lip as he continued to slowly and deeply fuck into her the best way he could.
“Yeah just like that.” She responded softly, rubbing her hand along his toned and flexed upper back.
Moans and pants filled the room. Y/N was fully laid back, pulling Fred down with her. With their bodies so intimately entangled, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her heels against his tailbone, allowing for a new angle to emerge. He was now hitting her g-spot in this position, though she didn’t know that. To her it just felt euphoric.
It just felt right.
After a while she made it so she was fully wrapped around him when she flung her arms around his neck, clinging to him almost as though she were a koala.
“Oh my merlin, you f-f-feel so fu-fucking amazing Fred!” All he could respond with were low grunts of pleasure.
Fred began to quicken his pace when he started to feel his orgasm creep up like a distant sneeze. This had Y/N holding on to him for dear life, also feeling her own climax slowly approaching.
“I-I think I’m go-going to cum.” He spoke in broken words.
“Me too.” She replied through a gasp, gripping onto his shoulder blades that tensed up every time he pushed forward into her now overly sensitive core.
After a few more deep and needy thrusts, Fred began to pull his hips back so he could finish on Y/N’s stomach.
“No.” She breathed out, tightening the grip she had on him, digging her heels deeper into his sweaty lower back. He looked down at her with a confused but blissed out expression, still thrusting sporadically.
“Finish inside me, so I still have a part of you with me when you leave.” He stopped, completely caught off guard by her words. She wanted him to stay with her that badly. It killed him inside, especially as he watched a single tear run down her flushed cheek.
“If that’s okay.” She continued, beginning to retract into herself. She started to think that she had made him uncomfortable and had ruined the moment with her loose words. She covered her face in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear. It would be difficult though with Fred still very much buried inside of her.
Y/N was about to apologize for stepping out of line when she felt him begin to thrust into her with more vigour than before. She took her hands off of her eyes to see Fred concentrating heavily, his face turning into a light shade of red.
“ ‘m close. Gonna fill you up so well love.” Her heart swelled at his words. He was going to do it.
“Fuck, me too Freddie.” With a few more passionate and hard thrusts and a plethora of I love you’s, Fred let out a guttural groan while sloppily painting her jaw with wet, salvia ridden kisses. Then he finally spilled his seed deep inside of her. She gripped on to him roughly, jutting up against his now partly soft member as her legs shook along with her orgasm.
Fred could watch her do that all day.
They had both mostly come down at this point as Fred collapsed on top of Y/N, their sweaty bodies finding a perfect rhythm through their erratic breaths and heartbeats. No words were spoken. Instead they stared off into space, finding a sense of peacefulness in their collective blissed out state. Only the crackling fire made itself known.
Amongst all this, Y/N drew hearts over Fred’s naked back absentmindedly with her fingers. He had almost fallen asleep at her soothing touch. It was what he would miss the most. The silent recognition of love that the two of them shared.
“Freddie?”
He hummed in response, far too gone at that point to give her a coherent sentence.
“I hate that I’m asking you this but, when are you leaving?” Fred’s eyes widened and he quickly shot up to check the time.
It was one-thirty in the morning. He was supposed to meet George at the front entrance half an hour earlier.
“Shit!” He yelled as he jumped up and ran around the common room, resembling a chicken with its head cut off. He frantically collected his clothes that were scattered on the floor.
“Get dressed and grab some shoes.” He said while hopping around, attempting to get his long lower limbs through the leg holes of his trousers. Y/N didn’t ask any questions as she quickly slipped her pyjamas back on and rushed upstairs to grab an old Gryfindor sweater her aunt passed down to her, along with a pair of worn in white converse.
Once she made it back down to the common room, Fred was lacing up his shoes. He must have heard her come down because once she got to the bottom of the stairs he looked up at her from his crouched position, watching her intently as she sat on the bottom step and concentrated on getting her own shoes on.
This moment reminded him of the night of the Yule Ball and how beautiful she looked when she came down those very same steps.
She took his breath away.
Now sporting a ratty old sweater and wearing no makeup whatsoever, his breath still caught in his throat.
She had always been so beautiful.
After a moment of soaking her in for what may be the last time for a while, Fred walked over and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the common room.
“Where are we going?” Y/N whisper yelled as they stealthily ran through the dark ghostly halls of Hogwarts. The only light source they were gifted came from the full moon that could easily be seen through the plethora of archways adorning the castle’s outer walls. The only sounds being the echo of their shoes slapping against the cobblestone beneath them.
Every once in a while when they came to a turn, Fred would abruptly stop and peak around the corner to make sure Filch wasn’t creeping around in the shadows. A habit he picked up when he first became a student at Hogwarts.
“Almost there.” He stated while swiftly moving around a corner, making a non verbal announcement that the area was clear of any caretaker activity.
Y/N helplessly wanted to tug Fred backwards and have them retreat back into the common room for a second round of passionate love making. Possibly even use the Room of Requirements to spice things up. But unfortunately, things don’t always go the way you want them to. Instead she tried her best to keep up with Fred’s lanky legs as he maneuvered them through the halls of Hogwarts.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally made it to the large grand entrance of the school, surprisingly not having gotten caught in the process. Y/N could feel her legs almost give out as they stopped to look out to the vast land of grass, forest and bodies of water, partially due to the large stretch of running she had just done and partially due to the activities that took place in the common room not that long ago.
Her lungs felt cold and sore as she gasped for breath.
“What are we doing here?” She choked out, not paying much attention to her surroundings. She then stood up fully and noticed a few meters away, the other half of her lover. He turned around, travel bag in hand and Angila behind him in all her bright blue glory. The fact that the car still ran was an absolute miracle. Especially after what Harry and Ron had put her through in Ninety-Two.
Fred took her out of her thoughts as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. George had a beaming smile on his face. He initially thought that the plan had worked and Y/N chose to go with them to help bring their dream to fruition. Then he noticed his older twin shake his head sadly. George’s smile disappeared and his shoulders dropped once he realised what his brother was trying to tell him.
This was goodbye.
“I hear you boys are dropping out?” Y/N called out to George as they got closer and closer to him, an attempt to lighten the mood. He let out a sad laugh as he stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets.
“Yeah, was thinking about it.” He responded leaning against the passenger door. Y/N snickered softly as they finally came face to face. She dropped Fred’s hand and pulled George in for a hug, rubbing his back to console him, feeling bad that she had gotten in the way of their perfect plan.
“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” He asked, words filled with hope.
“I can’t. I need to finish the year and graduate. But this isn’t goodbye Georgie Poorgie.” She said before pulling away from the embrace. He smiled at this and playfully rolled his eyes. He always hated that nickname.
“Will you write?” He didn’t want the last seven years to just go to waste. Neither did she.
“Of course I will.” She moved in closer and whispered,
“Keep an eye on him will you? You were always the more reasonable one of the two.” He chuckled lightly and nodded before leaning in for one more bone crushing hug.
“Bye Y/N.”
“Bye George.” And with that he retreated back into the dodgy Ford to make sure everything was in order for their journey to Diagon Alley.
“So.” Fred said breaking the awkward silence, kicking the stone beneath him, his hands shoved in his sweater pockets.
“So.” Y/N repeated in a light mocking tone. So much had happened in the last few hours that neither one of them really knew what to say.
“I’m never not going to love you, you know that right?” He finally said stepping closer so they were only a couple inches apart from each other.
“Yeah I know. Still wish you weren’t just going and deserting your education but it’s not my place to stomp on your dreams you know.” Y/N let out a sniffle, collecting a couple tears with her fingers.
“I’ll wait for you.” He blurted out. She looked up and gave him a sad smile, taking his hand into hers.
“No you won’t. You will work and work and one day some beautiful girl will walk in and sweep you off of your feet. She will be the perfect girlfriend and one day the perfect wife who will help you and George run the shop and raise your kids while you live out your dream. I know you love me and I love you, more than anything in the world, but Freddie, I cannot and will not hold you back from what I know you can achieve. Be great, focus on that. I’ll always be here for you. But I can’t be who you want me to be. I can’t be a shop owner's wife.” Tears began to trickle down both their faces by the time Y/N had finished her little speech.
“Is this you breaking up with me?” His voice was cracked and hoarse. He had thought about this being a possible outcome but chose to push it to the back of his mind, not wanting to face it.
“Yeah...I think it is.” She replied weakly, feeling absolutely guilty and awful. No, this was what was right. He needed to move on.
“You are the only woman I’ve ever loved! No one else!” He said, his voice raising.
Y/N flinched slightly, not used to seeing him this genuinely angry, not even on the quidditch pitch. How could she? The only other time he got this mad was when she was passed out cold.
“Freddie, please. Not here.” Her voice was quiet and shaky as tears streamed down her face. She then noticed George watching from inside the car with a face full of remorse. Under normal circumstances he would have intervened to protect her but he knew she was safe and this conversation needed to happen sooner or later.
Seeing her scared demeanor, Fred pulled back immediately. He hated to see her frightened and vulnerable.
Slowly, he walked towards her and gently brought her into his chest as she sobbed, placing a plethora of gentle kisses on the top of her head.
“I’m sorry Fred, I just can’t I-” She rambled as her small frame shook with tears.
“Shhh. It’s okay, no need to apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled”. His eyes closed with frustration as he let out a sigh. He was angry at himself for getting so cross with her.
“Fred?” She asked once her tears had finally subsided and she could gather her thoughts.
“Yes love?’ He kept his hands around her waist as he leaned back a touch to look down at her.
“One last kiss? Before you leave?” Both of their hearts broke for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“Y/N please don’t.” He felt as though he could cry now.
“Fred, I don’t want to argue. Just do it” She was tired, emotionally drained and not in the mood to negotiate. He let out a shaky exhale and gently took a hold of the back of her neck, leaning down to capture her lips with his.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen with desperation. It felt nice and warm, but also painful. Fred moaned into Y/N’s mouth and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. In response she placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed her thumb gently back and forth against his soft freckled skin. His hand then came up to lay gently over hers. The size difference of their hands always made his heart swell.
“I love you.” He said against her lips.
“I know. I love you too.” She muttered. And with that, they separated and embraced for a couple more seconds. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but they had to.
“Bye.” She said with a weak wave once he had finally pried himself from her grasp, backing away further and further before getting into the driver seat.
He couldn't even look her in the eye as he started up the bunged up car, it would just be too painful. Merlin knew if he did, there was a good chance he would run back out to her and forget about everything he had worked so hard for.
The headlights shawn brightly, creating a stream of yellow light against the gravel in front of it. The sound of low rumbles, occasional putters and clanks drowned out Y/N’s re-emerging sobs as she watched the boys begin to drive down the path and up into the night sky. The old beat up Ford swiftly flew further and further away. Then it rippled into oblivion.
Gone.
Y/N held her sweater tightly to her shaking body as her teeth chattered, the only sound being the chilly April wind passing by. The wetness of her fresh tears brought an extra sense of coldness to her face. She stood in place far longer than necessary, secretly hoping that piece of junk car would reappear.
Chapter Summary: The night of the Yule Ball brings up some things that were once untouched... then comes the aftermath.
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December 25th 1994
Y/N, Fred, George, Alicia and Angelina had all agreed to attend the Yule Ball together as a group. They were all hoping that it would be a nice destresser from everything that had happened with the Triwizard tournament up to that point.
Y/N hadn’t really thought about going with someone as a date. The minute she heard about the Yule Ball, the only thing she could think about was dancing and laughing with her best friends by her side. Unfortunately, Lee had decided to opt out and go with a random Ravenclaw third year.
His loss, Y/N thought.
It was coming close to the beginning of the night and Y/N stood in front of that long mirror that all the girls shared in the dorm room. She stared at the light blue dress that swam down her figure, trying to look long enough until she hated it.
“You look beautiful Y/N.” Angelina pulled the hesitant girl out of her thoughts and walked over to stand behind her. Alicia nodded in agreement.
“We’ll have a good time I promise.”
Y/N responded with a whiny groan that made the other two girls silently giggle.
“I don’t know Ange. I’d rather just go to bed at this point.”
It was easy for Angelina to say. She stood confidently in this dark purple number that made her look like an absolute dream. Y/N felt slightly self conscious compared to her best friend. Alicia was also looking radiant in a canary number that made the room shine as though the sun came down to pay a visit.
“What if everyone laughs at me because I look bad?” She pouted as she covered herself at the torso. Angelina sighed and pushed her arms down.
“Here.” She pulled out the pin that had been holding Y/N’s H/L H/C up, allowing it to cascade.
“There. I think it looks better down, frames your face more.” Y/N blushed and used her hands to cover her hot pink cheeks.
“Stay right here.” Y/N watched as her friend rushed into the bathroom. She then quickly reappeared and planted herself in front of Y/N. She dipped her finger into a little silver tray of blue glitter and gently pressed it to the outer corners of Y/N’s eyes.
“Yes!” She explained proudly as she moved out of the way, placing her hands on her friends shoulders and turning her to face Alicia. Alicia swooned and stood up, joining the other two.
“Finished.” Angelina said as she laid her chin on Y/N’s shoulder.
Y/N sighed in relief, starting to feel more confident than before.
They had planned to meet with the boys an hour before the ball properly started, so they began to do small final touches that were necessary before leaving.
George had sent on the message to Y/N the day prior that him and Fred had smuggled in some fire whiskey to make the night more enjoyable. Y/N had no qualms about that.
“You ready?” Angelina asked as she gathered her matching scarf. Y/N responded with a nod and grabbed Angelina and Alicia’s hands, pulling them out the door and down the stairs to the common room where the boys were waiting for them.
The girls collective giggles alerted the boys, who were waiting not so patiently for their arrival.
Once they found themselves at the bottom of the staircase, George shot up from the couch and let out an exasperated groan.
“Finally! Took you long enough.” This was when Fred finally shifted his gaze up to the trio from his place on the couch and lost all train of thought.
She looked so timid and humble and yet so confident and alluring. She was always so beautiful, but seeing her proudly wear it in that moment had his head spinning.
“Fred?” George asked his zombified twin, nudging him in the arm to jolt some kind of life into him. Fred then pulled himself out of his thoughts and shifted in place, trying to find his footing.
He hummed in response, clearly not hearing the question George had asked moments ago.
“I said are you ready to get absolutely pissed tonight?” His words were accompanied with a smirk. For more reasons than one.
“Yeah.” Was all Fred replied with. He certainly needed to be drunk to get through the night, that was for certain.
Y/N blushed slightly as she felt Fred’s eyes continue to seep into her entire being.
“Alrighty then. Let us begin, shall we?” George said, breaking the awkward silence with an eager rubbing of his hands.
The group found themselves not even twenty minutes later, laughing and rolling around the carpeted floor while passing around the bottle of fire whiskey. They all had forgotten about the time until Alicia finally took a moment to look up at the grandfather clock that hung above the fireplace.
“Shit we need to go!” She yelped, getting up from her place on the floor and rushing everyone else to follow her lead.
Once they had all gotten themselves together, they began leaving the common room in a jumbled mess. In her tipsy state, Y/N felt queasy as the moving stairs stopped in front of them.
“You alright?” Fred asked in a concerned tone, grabbing her waist to stabilize her. The murderous heels she had on also wasn’t doing her any favours in her state.
“Huh?” She asked, feeling slightly disoriented. She placed her hands over his and they both felt a jolt of energy as she did so.
“I asked if you were alright.” He said again, this time with a nervous little laugh.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Thanks.” She responded with a nervous laugh of her own.
“Good.” She couldn’t help but admire the crinkles in his outer eyelids as he smiled down at her. He then offered her his arm and she happily accepted, letting him walk her to the ballroom where the festivities had already begun.
“You look beautiful by the way.” He whispered into her ear. He didn’t know what persuaded him to say it, but it just had to be said. She blushed profusely at his words.
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He laughed slightly, trying to cover up the butterflies he felt as she complimented him. Compliments only really mattered when they came from her, he decided.
“I feel like a proper arse but…thanks love.”
Both their stomachs were churning, and not just because of the fire whiskey.
Y/N was in complete awe as they came upon the large entrance of the great hall. It was adorned in white and silver and looked as though it had snowed for days on end.
A magical winter wonderland waiting for their arrival.
“Wow.” the group gasped in unison. Even with so many years of magic under their belts, things like this never failed to amaze them. And after what felt like hours of absentminded gawking, they all started to move down to the dance floor where other students were floating around the marble floor.
Y/N was so distracted that she hadn’t noticed Alicia come up behind her. With one swift motion, she grabbed Y/N’s hand from behind and twirled her around.
“May I have this dance?” She asked jokingly. Y/N threw her head back in laughter and then bowed, playing along.
“Of course ma lady.” The two girls then pulled each other into an embrace and moved along to the waltz, quite poorly at that.
This caught the attention of the twins who were off to the side with Angelina, spiking their goblets of pumpkin juice.
“They’re something else huh?” George mentions, trying to get his twins attention, for what felt like the millionth time that night.
“Yeah.” Fred replied blankly while he watched his best friend giggle and move around the dance floor with no care in the world.
Y/N wouldn’t stop moving until she felt as though her heart would beat out of her chest but once she needed to take a break she walked over to the twins and Angelina who were looking a little more drunk then before she left them to their own devices.
“Enjoying the pumpkin juice I see?” She jokes. The boys turned around and George reached a goblet out to her, offering her some of their own special version of liquid luck.
“Want some?” She caught a whiff as he placed it under her nose. It smelt putrid.
“I’ll pass thanks.” She replied with a grimace, jerking her head back from the disgusting concoction.
Then a slow song began to play. Some students groaned and moved away from the floor like the plague some students giggled and squealed as they went to dance with their dates.
George noticed Y/N look longingly out to the dance floor, who was secretly wishing she could go out there with someone.
“Fred,” George whispered as he nudged his twin.
“What?” Fred scowled in annoyance since the nudge had made him spill his drink slightly.
“Ask Y/N to dance.”
Fred frowned at this.
“Why?” George could almost smack his older twin upside the head for that comment. It was obvious that Fred had feelings for Y/N, and for him to act so oblivious was beginning to get somewhat tiresome for George.
“Because she needs a partner you idiot, now go!” He took Fred’s goblet and pushed him forward. Fred frowned back at him but all George did in return was encourage him further towards the waiting girl with waving hands.
Fred let out a sigh and moved his long hair out of his face, then tugging his dress robes down a bit and smoothing them out. All to calm his nerves, nerves he couldn’t explain.
He then tapped Y/N on the shoulder and she spun around to face him with a sweet look that had him weak in the knees.
“Yes Freddie?” She asked softly.
He cleared his throat slightly, trying to work up the courage to say something.
“Want to dance?” He asked, putting a shaky and sweaty hand out for her to take.
“Of course!” She beamed, pulling him away from the food table and towards the dance floor. Fred looked back to his twin with fear in his eyes to see him give a thumbs up in approval.
Fred had two left feet but the minute Y/N pulled him into an empty area and placed her hands on his shoulders all of that fear faded with every note that was played. The fear didn’t come from the worry of people laughing at him. He could care less. If his lack of dancing skills brought laughter to the school then so be it.
But he wanted to do dance well for her, let her have her perfect moment even though she wouldn’t care in the end.
He felt happy knowing she was enjoying herself and that he was the cause of it. They swayed for a bit before she leaned in and placed her head on his chest. It felt nice to know that she was comfortable enough to relax when with him, he thought to himself.
“Thanks for dancing with me.” She muttered into his chest. His cheeks felt warm and his stomach was causing a stir.
“Of course.” He was able to stammer out.
Then he noticed something. A small white plant was beginning to form above them. Following his gaze, Y/N looked up, noticing it as well.
“Mistletoe.” She whispered. His eyes moved at the words to look down at her.
“What does it mean?” He asked. He knew what it meant, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“It means that the people underneath it should kiss.” Her words were soft as they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked, hopeful for a yes.
“Okay.”
They stopped swaying and he leaned down to gently press his lips to hers. His eyes immediately fluttered shut at the contact and began to press deeper into the action.
She moaned lightly in return. Their lips moved together for a while before she pulled away to catch her breath. They both absentmindedly brought a hand up to their slightly swollen lips, trying to feel any last bit of the now lingering kiss.
They couldn’t speak, only able to look at one another in shock.
It felt so nice, and it scared them.
January 6th 1995
This was bad. Really bad.
Y/N had spent all her time since the Yule Ball thinking about that stupid kiss.
The way he made her feel, that wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to kiss and then laugh it off as though it was a passing joke like they always do. But this was no laughing matter. A multitude of thoughts swam around in her head and her hands clammed up everytime she found herself in the same room as him.
So she began to avoid him and all that she was able to communicate with now was quick nervous glances.
Best friends weren’t supposed to feel this way towards one another….right?
“What do you want, Weasley?” She yelledas she tried to speed walk further and further away from him down one of Hogwarts’s aged hall that flickered along the old stone wall structure. It was during dinner hours and Y/N had told Angelina she needed to grab a divination textbook from their room for an upcoming assignment.
Fred had decided to follow her.
“You haven’t talked to me in weeks Y/N! Can you at least tell me what I did?” She stopped abruptly and turned around, only to walk right into his soft chest. She hobbled back a bit and took a moment to catch her breath, all from the quick walking. Her E/C eyes caught his and were piercing right into his soul. His soft brown ones were filled to the brim with evident hurt and confusion. His freckled face looked so pained that it wouldn’t be wise to hold anything back anymore.
“Why did you have to kiss me?” She said through laboured breaths as she threw her hands to the sides of her body in frustration. Everything was finally coming to the surface.
“What?” Fred wasn’t following what so ever.
“At the Yule Ball, under the mistletoe.” He felt so lost. What had he done to upset her?
“I don’t understand. I thought you wanted to kiss me.” He felt embarrassed and rejected. And by his best friend of all people.
“Everything is ruined now. No thanks to you!” She cried out, waving her arms in exasperation.
“What’s ruined? Do you not want to be my friend anymore? Is that what you are trying to say?” His voice got smaller and smaller with every word he spoke. He wished that she would just say she didn’t want to be friends anymore. Instead he secretly hoped that she would say she wanted something more than that. Fred was afraid though that he had gone and ruined everything.
All because of that wonderful, amazing, stupid kiss.
“This is all so confusing.”
“Why?” He cried out.
“Because,” She spoke simply, looking him straight in the face before charging towards him and pulling his neck down to place her lips against his. He was taken by surprise at first but quickly released every tinge of tenseness in his body, unconsciously letting out a small groan. She smiled against his lips in response.
The kiss was soft and meaningful. Several weeks of uncertainty and confusion dissipated with each motion of their tangling tongues.
“You just had to have me go and fall in love with you didn’t you?” She panted out, still clutching his Gryffindor tie tightly.
“You’re in love with me?” He asked with a proud smirk. She laughed sarcastically and rolled her eyes before pulling him down again for another deep kiss.
“God dammit Weasley. You’ve really done it this time.” She muttered against his welcoming lips.
Look, I know it’s annoying and tiring, what with our xenophobic, racist, capitalist, and ableist world and its nonstop injustices and grievances. But as a Chinese-American woman who’s experienced my fair share of verbal harassment for my race and gender, I’d really appreciate it if you would take a moment to read and reflect about the anti-AAPI hate crimes taking place not just recently, but since before the beginning of the pandemic. It’s too easy to sweep these things under the rug in the interest of attending to more urgent crises and social justice movements, but the AAPI community shouldn’t be an afterthought in the big picture of things, especially marginalized groups within this group, including working class, sex workers, those who don’t fit into so-called “model minority”. Credits to Dear Asian Youth on IG. I haven’t seen it shared on Tumblr yet, but maybe it has already; either way, it would be nice if you could reblog it as well. If you’d rather not read, feel free to keep scrolling but unfollow me first. Image ID at the end.
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Image 1: On March 16th, a gunman murdered 8 people at several Asian-run massage spas in Atlanta. Six of the victims were Asian women. CW: violence, mass shooting, racism, death
Image 2: What happened: At 4:50 PM, the first shooting occurred at Young’s Asian Massage in Acworth, where four people were murdered. Around 5:47 PM, Atlanta police responded to another shooting that occurred at Gold Spa, where they found three women shot. While at the scene, police received a report of shots fired at Aromatherapy Spa, where the body of another woman was found.
The police later arrested the shooter in Crisp County at approximately 8:00 PM, who later told law enforcement that he has a “sexual addiction.”
Image 3: Fetishization: Cherokee County sheriff Jay Baker reduced the shooting to the perpetrator having a “really bad day” because he wanted to “eliminate” a “temptation” from his “sexual addiction.”
This justification stems from “yellow fever”, an outdated and racist ideology that objectifies and fetishizes Asian women and contributes to the dehumanization of sex workers. Yellow fever promotes the belief that Asian women are exotic, submissive, and docile.
Comments like “love you long time” and “happy ending” continue to stigmatize, fetishize, and downplay violence against Asian women.
Image 4: Despite evidence of racial bias, many publicized attacks during the pandemic have not been treated as hate crimes, leaving many in the AAPI community to believe that anti-Asian violence is not being taken seriously. These crimes are rooted in racism and hatred towards Asian communities. CALL IT A HATE CRIME.
Image 5: RISE IN ANTI-ASIAN HATE CRIMES: Stop AAPI Hate recently released its latest national report, which shows that 3,795 anti-Asian hate incidents have been recorded from March 2020 to February 2021. A majority of these incidents (68%) were reported by women.
The increase in anti-Asian sentiment can be partially attributed to the widespread use of terms such as “Kung Flu,” “Chinese Virus,” and “Wuhan Virus” by high-profile officials such as former U.S. President Donald Trump. Many continue to use these terms, despite how it has instigated harassment and violence toward the Asian community.
Image 6: A GLOBAL ISSUE: The rise in anti-Asian hate crimes is not a uniquely American issue. In countries with significant Asian populations such as Canada and the United Kingdom, hate crimes against Asians are also increasing.
Canada: In Vancouver, hate crimes against Asian Canadians rose by 717%. Hate crimes in Ottawa increased by 57%, with most of the victims being of East or Southeast Asian descent. Montreal reported a spike of 30 hate crimes and racist acts specifically targeting Asians.
UK: The UK has seen a 300% increase in hate crimes targeting East and Southeast Asians since the start of the pandemic. Anti-Asian hate crimes have increased after every lockdown period, rising from 261 to 395 per month between April and June 2020.
Image 7: WHAT CAN YOU DO? Check the tagged accounts! Share this post to raise awareness. Share resources and informative posts on social media:
· Safety Tips from Stop AAPI Hate
· Stay Safe from Hate booklet by the Asian American Federation
Donate to the cause
· National Asian Pacific American Women’s Forum, Georgia Chapter
· Asian American Advocacy Fund (AASF)
· Butterfly, an Asian and migrant sex workers network
Check in and support your Asian friends. Use your voice to uplift and amplify the AAPI community.
Image 8: Attend Bystander Intervention Training from Hollaback! & AAJC and call out microaggressions and racist jokes.
Follow Asian news and activists
Support working class Asian families by supporting their businesses
Mental Health Resources
· CalHOPE emotional support hotline: 833-317-HOPE
· National Queer Asian Pacific Islander Alliance (NQAPIA) (nqapia.org)
· Asian Mental Health Collective (asianmhc.org)
We demand more than solidarity. We want solutions.
Image 9: SOURCES
· NPR: 8 People, Many of Them Asian, Shot Dead At Atlanta-Area Massage Parlors; Man Arrested
· AP News: Georgia massage parlor shootings leave 8 dead; man captured
· Huffington Post: In 2021, Asian Canadians Document Hate Crimes To Be Believed
· NBC News: Anti-Asian hate crimes increased by nearly 150% in 2020, mostly in NY and LA, new report says
Rainy Days | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, feelings of worthlessness, crying, rejection, broken heart
WC: 736ish
Chapter Summary: Y/N is going through a low point. Who better to cheer her up then a certain lanky red head?
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September 26th 1993
It had been a difficult school year and it wasn’t even the end of the first month.
Dementors floated around the perimeter of the castle making it so no students could roam freely. It also didn’t help that Sirius Black, a Azkaban escapee was somewhere lurking nearby.
Everyone was trapped.
One gloomy afternoon, Y/N found herself looking out of a library window, watching the rain explode against the slightly fogged glass. She had been crying and her cheeks somewhat resembled the window.
Over the summer Y/N had developed a little, alright a massive crush on a fifth year Slytherin named Stefan Cultch. When school started back up, she had decided to take a chance and write him a letter, confessing her feelings. A day later she found that same letter ripped up and pushed aside in one of the hallways near the Slytherin common room. Ripped up like her tender teenaged heart.
Now she was here in the quiet Hogwarts library, thinking and stewing about why no one wanted to be with her and how she would never be able to find love.
Nearby Fred and George were meeting up with Lee to find some books for some fresh prank ideas. This happened to be one of the only times the twins found themselves in the library, most likely ever.
As they snickered and discussed amongst themselves, Fred couldn’t help but overhear soft sniffles coming from the other side of the bookshelf behind him. Lee and George were way too enthralled in conversation to notice.
It was beginning to get under Fred’s skin however so he stood up and turned the corner, only to come upon his best friend weeping at the window seal.
“Y/N?” He asked before walking over and taking a seat across from her. The girl quickly wiped her tears away and turned her face slightly so he couldn’t see it.
“What happened?” He instinctively took her hand into his which shocked her slightly.
“Just leave me alone Fred. I don’t want you to see me like this.” She retracted her hand away.
“Can you at least tell me what happened?”
Y/N let out a shaky sigh, looking down at her lap as she messed with a loose thread on her robes.
“It’s stupid. Doesn’t even matter anymore.” It did.
“Come on I bet it isn’t stupid. Tell me.” He really did care and he showed this as he settled in more to let her know he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I may or may not have written a love letter to a boy.” She squinted her eyes in embarrassment, lightly throwing her head back against the stone window frame, worried that Fred would laugh at her for taking such a stupid risk.
But nothing came.
She hesitantly opened her eyes to see Fred looking at her with an attentive look on his face, clearly listening and hoping she would air out her grievances to him.
Deep down he was actually in pain, his own heart breaking for reasons he himself didn’t understand yet.
“And?” He asked.
“And what? Why do you think I’m crying? I found my letter ripped up and on the floor.” Tears started to well up in her eyes again.
“Wanker.” He found it difficult to comprehend that anyone would say no to Y/N. She looked up from her lap and furrowed her eyebrows.
“You don’t think I’m an idiot for writing the letter?” She asked softly.
“Of course not! He’s the idiot for not seeing how amazing you are. What house is he anyways?”
“Slytherin.” Her voice was small, embarrassed and worried he would ridicule her for liking a Slytherin, of all houses.
“See, right there. Of course he’s a Slytherin.” He scoffed before noticing just how beat up she was about the whole thing. She let out a groan and placed her head into her pulled in knees.
He decided to take it back a notch and use a softer approach.
“I’m sorry Y/N. You deserve better than that.” She really did.
“It’s alright. I know I deserve better. Still hurts but I’ll get over it.” The quiet of the library became even more silent, if that was even possible.
“Right.” Fred finally replied while clearing his throat to rid the tension. He then made the choice to scooch in closer to give her a hug. A tight meaningful hug that she wasn’t used to getting from Fred.
“You’ll find someone better. I promise.” She melted into the comfort and closed her eyes, taking in his scent.
Cars and Chambers | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem Reader
Warnings: fluff, slight angst, discussion of injuries, detention, dark themes regarding Chambers of Secrets
WC: 727
Chapter Summary: Fred and George recount to Y/N, their antics from the summer prior. The group discusses the Chamber and reminisce about the year and what’s to come.
AN: Another short chapter, I’m sorry:(. Trust me though, later chapters are long as hell so keep an eye out!
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September 1st 1992
“You did what?” Y/N screeched from where she was sitting on Lee’s untouched bed, leaning forward in engagement. The twins had been holding in their stories of the past summer for far too long and now that the first dinner feast of the school year had come to an end, they were eager to explain one of their best (and not so school friendly) antics yet to their best friend. Without even a warning they rushed her upstairs to their shared dorm, much to her confusion of course.
“Honest! We swear on Godric!” Fred beamed, obviously proud of what he had just explained to Y/N.
“You’re meaning to tell me, you stole your dad's flying car, flew it all the way to Surrey to “save” Harry and drove it all the way back to the Burrow all within a few hours...without a single scratch?” It was impossible, absolutely insane. Every more reason for it to be something they were able to pull off.
“That’s right. Mum caught us red handed once we got back home but it was totally worth it.” George laughed before Fred raised his hand, giving him a prideful high five.
“Brilliant.” She muttered, eyes glistening with adornment. She really did look up to the two slightly older boys. Since the first day she met them, they never failed to truly amaze her.
“Oh Fred, you forgot to mention the best part!” George cackled, holding his stomach as a result.
“Right, how could I forget! The uncle, you know, the one who tried to grab Harry?” The girl shook her head, immersed in their storytelling whole heartedly.
“Poor bloke took a nasty tumble, right out the window and on to the bush below. Absolutely mad! Can’t make this material up Y/N I tell ya!” He said through laughs of his own, copying his brother's actions.
“No.” Y/N gasped out.
“Did he really?” They couldn’t give a verbal response, only able to force out nods as they continued to laugh and fall back on George’s bed in tears.
June 28th 1992
The year had finally come to an end and the buzz of the Great Hall kept Y/N moving as she planted herself between Harry and Ron who were having a conversation with the twins across the table.
“How’s Ginny?” She asked hesitantly. The conversation stopped and all four boys looked up at her.
“She’ll be okay. All thanks to Harry here.” Fred smiled, scuffing up Harry’s mop of dark hair. Harry winced and swatted Fred’s hand away playfully.
“Good.” was all Y/N responded. The group fell into a comfortable silence after that. The past year had been chaotic to say the least, much like the year before. Ever since Harry Potter had shown up on the school grounds, it seemed as though trouble followed.
Last year was the mysterious disappearance of Professor Quarrel and this year was the infamous reopening of the Chamber of Secrets.
Ginny Weasley was currently having her wounds tended to after being the unfortunate subject of Tom Riddle's plans.
“Well, I’ll miss the lot of you. Can’t believe the school year has ended already.” The group hummed in agreement.
“And how are you feeling?” George asked. Fred visibility tensed and gripped his fists. He wanted to forget about what had happened a month prior.
Unfortunately, Y/N had been one of the petrified victims. It was scary to say the least. She couldn’t really remember much from that night. Only that she had dropped her compact mirror on the way to detention and noticed a silhouette in the reflection of it.
Then nothing.
She had been healed however, by the wonderful Madam Pomfrey, who she had grown close to. She was beginning to analyze the way the older woman healed others and just how under appreciated she was in the school environment. It fascinated Y/N a great deal.
“Fine. Honestly I don’t even remember anything.” Hermoine nodded in agreement.
“It’s like you're there one moment and then..nothing.” The boys gawked at how brave the two girls were as they recounted their experiences.
“Let’s just hope next year isn’t as chaotic huh Potter?” Y/N laughed, nudging the younger boy. She could tell he was feeling bad about the fact that trouble stuck to him like flies.
Summer at the Burrow | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, kids being kids, getting grounded, stolen food, Mean Molly but also Mama Molly
WC: 445
Chapter Summary: Y/N spends the summer with the Weasley’s before their third year begins and light chaos ensues... naturally.
AN: I know this is a really short chapter but still super cute all the same.
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August 25th 1991
After a lot of pushing and arguing, Y/N’s parents had finally given in and let her spend the summer at the Burrow with the Weasley’s.
She loved the Weasley’s as well as the sense of freedom and warmth she got when with them. To no one's surprise, Y/N and the twins spent most of their time during those hot summer days flying around the many acres of plush green land, stealing Molly’s baked goods from the kitchen when they laid out to cool and pulling pranks on every single person in the household, much to everyone’s annoyance.
“Get down here right now!” Mrs Weasley screeched to the trio, who were tauntingly flying overhead. Y/N and the boys let out a plethora of giggles and snickers before slowly descending to the grassy surface below.
Mrs Weasley stood there, hands fisted against her hips, fuming and obviously preparing herself to give the three a piece of her mind.
“Why is my cabbage all ripped up? Why is the pig pen open and why must you always be covered in dirt?” Subconsciously Y/N quickly shot her hand up to her face, brushing away the dried mud that sat on the bridge of her nose and cheeks.
Fred and George stood there immobilized, terrified of their mother’s wrath, but George was the first to try and give an explanation. Fat chance of that. The poor boy couldn’t even let out a single breath before Mrs Weasley raised her hand in protest.
“No excuses. I am tired of always having to clean up your messes. You are old enough now to do things on your own. Off you go. The garden better be pruned and degnomed to perfection by sundown. Now, come along Y/N dear.” Their mother’s attitude did a complete one eighty as her facial features softened and she offered an arm out to Y/N, literally taking her under her wing.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before lunch.” She continued, giving the young girl a loving pat on the shoulder.
“What?” The twins yelled. They were furious. The unfairness of it all, they thought.
“Why does she get to go inside?” Fred said in an exasperated tone.
“Yeah, why isn’t she getting punished?” George followed.
“Enough out of the pair of you. Prune and degnome, now!” They groaned and muttered a “not fair’” and “so stupid” under their breaths while kicking the ground beneath them.
“How about some nice cold lemonade hm?” Molly asked Y/N sweetly while she led her into the distorted yet endearing house, leaving the twins to sulk and moan.
On the Quidditch Pitch | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, injuries, nasty falls, swearing, physical fighting, bullying
WC: 1.6k
Chapter Summary: Y/N joins the Gryffindor quidditch team in her second year at Hogwarts. As a result, a series of unfortunate events unfold at her first official match.
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September 6th 1990
Madam Hooch had seen a great deal of potential in Y/N the second she stepped onto the Quidditch pitch in her first year. In fear of other teams preying on the small girl, Madam Hooch felt it necessary to keep her after class to train.
By second year Y/N was ready to be the best Gryffindor chaser Hogwarts had seen in decades. The moment the other Gryffindor players saw her walk towards them in sporting robes one afternoon practice, they all laughed, including the twins. This sparked something within her and it became Y/N’s mission to prove them all wrong.
Once everyone had taken position in the air, Y/N had gotten into her game headspace. By the end of practice, she had gotten ten quaffles through the tall hoops.
“Did you know about this?” George asked in bewilderment as he flew up beside his twin. Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off of the tiny chaser passing the keeper again and again. He was gobsmacked.
“No idea.” He responded in astonishment.
It was a week later that Y/N found herself standing alongside the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team at her very first official match. The small open space between the closed canvas curtains gave a tinge of brightness as the team waited in anticipation. Muffled screams and shouts of the hundreds of students in the crowd echoed throughout the pitch.
“You ready L/N?” Asked keeper and captain to be Oliver Wood.
The young girl looked up at the older brunette and smiled widely.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
The drapes opened, allowing the sunlight from the outside world to fill the inclosed space. Y/N jerked back a bit and winced, attempting to adjust her eyes to the brightness.
She had almost missed the moment in which the rest of the team mounted their brooms, zipping on to the pitch.
She quickly caught up and followed as the team did a lap around the pitch. Nothing but grass, sky and the blurred collection of the Hogwarts student body were in sight.
Y/N let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding in and all of a sudden she felt as though she were on top of the world.
It was almost immediately that the Slytherin team brought into play their game plan; pick on Y/N. Being the newest, youngest and physically the smallest member of the Gryffindor team, she instantly became the easiest target. It was what Madam Hooch feared when she began training the young girl, but Y/N knew she couldn’t let a few green hooded bullies get to her.
She pushed and pushed and scored and scored. The cheers and chants of her names coming from the stands every time she advanced Gryffindor to victory was her fuel. Much to the Slytherin team’s chagrin.
“Get the little twerp!” Marcus Flint yelled. The three chasers of Slytherin all collectively nodded to the commands given and nosedived to where Y/N was. She didn’t initially notice them until one of them pulled up beside her and aggressively body checked her with his shoulder. She looked at the older boy in disgust, trying to lose him amongst the other players.
But she was too late.
A second chaser came up on her other side and did the exact same thing as the first. Y/N soon realized that she was being ambushed as she looked over her shoulder to see the third chaser right on her tail.
The three Slytherin’s forced Y/N down towards the grass below. She tried to shimmy her way out of the pack of bodies, but when she finally looked down to where she was going, a flash of white hit her, her stomach lurching forward in the process.
The tip of her broomstick had caught onto one of the sand patches, sending her flying forward off of her broom and skidding face first into the rough grains of sand.
The impact was enough to knock her out cold.
A collective gasp filled the pitch and the game stopped completely. Everything went silent.
Fred couldn’t help but worry as he witnessed his friend take the nasty tumble. When the cloud of dust around her finally settled and he saw her not moving, his worry grew exponentially. That was when Hagrid, Madam Pomfrey and a student assistant rushed onto the scene.
“Out of my way!” Madam Pomfrey yelled as she ran past the now grounded players towards Y/N’s motionless body.
Everyone watched as the three person medical team examined her injuries. A group of Gryffindor professors came trickling in with Madam Hooch, hoping for a positive report. Sure it was slightly biased since she was one of their own, but who could blame them?
From closer inspection it became evident that her face had been badly bruised and scratched, especially around the cheek area. Her left wrist laid awkwardly beneath her, clearly broken. And from a couple quick tests, it seemed that she also suffered a bad concussion.
“She needs to be taken to the hospital wing.” Madam Pomfrey said with concern.
Hagrid nodded and along with the student medical assistant, rushed away into the shadows of the pitch to then re-emerge with a cloth stretcher.
They gently placed her on it and with very little struggle brought it off the ground, walking off the pitch towards the hospital wing.
Fred didn’t really think before he dropped his broom and ran after the group of adults, slowing down when he finally found himself beside the moving stretcher.
“Y/N.” Was all he said before taking her small hand in his. She looked so peaceful for someone who had just gotten the life knocked out of them.
“Is she going to be okay?” He asked with concerned eyes as he looked to Madam Pomfrey.
“Yes but what she needs is rest.”
“I’m going with her.” He stated confidently.
“Sorry sunny, she won’t be allowed visitors for another few hours. Only after I’ve fully mended her wounds.” And with that they quickened their pace, leaving Fred behind.
“Sad to see your little girlfriend go Weasley?” Called out Pucey in a nasty joking tone.
Fred’s fists and jaw clenched and his temperature rose exponentially. The Slytherin’s had clearly planned this. To injure his friend who was just playing a good and fair game of Quidditch.
He finally turned around at the sound of the opposing team laughing.
“You greasy little git!” He yelled as he stormed towards Pucey, shoving him in the chest once he got close enough.
“Ooohh.” The team mocked, not really taking Fred Weasley seriously.
“So she is your little girlfriend. Maybe next time you see her you can tell her to leave the game to the big boys. Pipsqueak didn’t stand a cha-“
Fred punched him square in the jaw causing the Slytherin to fall to the ground in pain. The crowd erupted in cheers and hollers when Fred dove forward and pinned Pucey down, tackling him.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Filled the arena.
“Get him off!” Pucey yelped as Fred laid hit after hit. No one talked about Y/N that way, never. He didn’t understand why he had gotten so heated over the situation, but at that point he was in way too deep to even care.
Finally, George came in and pried his older twin off of the bloodied up Slytherin who was whimpering in agony. He had to before the collection of angered professors approaching them did.
“Fred stop!” George yelled as Fred thrashed, trying to push his brother away from going back in for another round.
“Stupid wanker! I’ll show him!” George finally moved in front of him.
“Fred, relax. Y/N wouldn’t want to see you like this. Pull yourself together mate.” Fred was still seeing red. George attempted to make eye contact but it was no use. Fred was too busy sending death glares to Pucey, his chest rising and falling rapidly and nostrils flared.
“Mr Weasley!” Professor McGonagall screeched. She ran up to him with Snape and Flitwick close behind her.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Professor he-“
“Apologies for interrupting you Mr Weasley but I believe I asked your brother the question.” George slinked back away from Fred, no longer able to protect him from the wrath of McGonagall.
“I hope you understand the severity of the situation. You will attend detention every day for an hour until Winter Break, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes professor.” He couldn’t make eye contact with her.
She looked at him with disappointed eyes.
“Fifty points from Gryffindor.” She said with a sigh before walking away.
“All students back to the castle!” She called out, causing everyone to disperse from the stands in disappointment.
Later that evening, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore stood in the doorway of the now darkened hospital wing. Hours had passed since the incident.
“He’s been here for hours Albus. Should I send him back to his dorm?” She whispered.
Dumbledore smiled lightly, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.
Fred Weasley, still in his dirty quidditch robes, sat in a chair beside the hospital bed Y/N was sleeping in. He hadn’t gone back to his dorm to change or had eaten dinner in the great hall. He instead, paced in front of the hospital wing entrance until Madam Pomfrey finally let him in to see Y/N.
Fred was now hunched over and drifting in and out of sleep. His hand held Y/N’s, his thumb caressing the soft skin on top of them.
The two adults listened intently as Fred sleepily recounted his fight with Pucey to Y/N. He didn’t care if it fell on deaf ears. At least she was there.
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