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Hey loves ! I’m Cica. I started this blog to encourage myself to write more as it is what I really want to do. I’ve written little short fanfictions for so long but always have been too nervous to upload them, scared people wouldn’t like them. I’m well aware my writing isn’t great at all but I still want to share it with others and I’m always open for constructive criticism :) I get writers block often and take a while to write even the shortest stories, please don’t expect too much from them
SUMMARY ; Remus reminisces how big his only daughter has gotten on the most important day of her life; her wedding day. and/or the years of Y/N’s hogwarts era before she gets married.
PAIRING? Remus Lupin + Lupin! Reader, Fred Weasley x Reader, Remus Lupin x Nymphadora Tonks
WARNINGS ; reader goes through a bratty phase, cursing, mention of shagging (not dealing with the reader lol) your mother dies at childbirth, mention of periods
A/N ; remus being a loving father is one thing i headcanon about him with teddy haha (you replace teddy and nobody dies because i can do what i want 💔) ik it says that remus reminisces but let’s just pretend you kept owl’ling him about your time at Hogwarts in great detail lol
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Remus told himself multiple times he wouldn’t cry. he had promised Tonks, who gave him a look that said ‘you will definitely cry’ but he didn’t believe her.
even Sirius told him he would cry, even though Remus would always be in control of his emotions.
Remus only cried 2 times. the first — the day his lovely daughter, Y/N Lupin, was born. he wasn’t control of his emotions then. the second — the day James and Lily Potter were murdered.
those were the only account of him crying, according to Remus. he didn’t cry when Sirius and him got into fights, he didn’t cry when Tonks almost died — sure he was worried, but he didn’t cry! — he didn’t cry when Voldemort came back either.
yet, as he stands at the back door of the Burrow, suit slightly messed up because Tonks and Sirius had poked fun at him at how ‘cleaned up he looked’, he can’t help but feel that unfamiliar feeling in his throat when he looked at you.
you were standing right next to him, chest breathing up and down, a big bouquet of ranunculus flowers that were specifically oranges and yellows, and a big snowy white flowing dress.
when you first got engaged, Remus was over the moon. his only daughter was finally getting married! he felt like such a proud father when you had showed him the rock on your finger, the diamond glittering against the light, lighting up his face practically.
Fred Weasley was a good guy. you and him were the same age, and Remus was glad you didn’t choose the other guy you had fancied during your times in Hogwarts, he was quite the scandal later on.
Fred was also one of the multiple sons to Arthur and Molly Weasley, so Remus immediately gave him his blessing, loving the fact that Fred was so professional despite the years they spent together in the Order of the Phoenix.
the wedding planning took over 6 months. it was 4 months after the second wizarding war when Fred popped the question and you were quick to dive into planning the infamous Weasley-Lupin wedding.
you had already acquired your bridesmaids — Hermonie Granger, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet — and Fred had already chosen his groomsmen — George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Lee Jordan, Harry Potter, and Percy Weasley — he would’ve added his two older brothers, but they declined and said they had a surprise up their sleeve for the day of.
Remus had been fine for the 6 months leading up to the actual day. he smiled wildly when you told him you were going to go dress shopping, he would dramatically faint when you brought up honeymoon ideas, and looked proud when the two of you went suit shopping for him for the very important day.
but, as Remus is in the moment, he can’t help but reminisce on the years that came before this very exact moment. the years that he would forever cherish.
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1978; the year that changed Remus’s life forever. he was fresh out of Hogwarts, still dating the girl since his 6th year, and just found out she had been pregnant for months — a cryptic pregnancy as Muggles described it.
he was afraid. he never expected to be a father so early in his life. all those impulsive moments came to mind, and he had a sling of regret. but, as his girlfriend looks at him with those E/C eyes of hers, the regret quickly runs away.
so, here he was, at St. Mungos, with Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily. they were all pretty shocked to hear that Remus had a child on the way, and they were pretty puzzled at the idea of a cryptic pregnancy.
they were shocked to found out that Remus got down like that — multiple times — during their times at Hogwarts.
Remus had been walking around in the private waiting room, clearly stressed out. Lily frowned, seeing the stress that was very apparent on his face. Sirius sighed, standing up.
“come on, mate. pacing around won’t make her give birth faster. these births ..they take a while.”
Sirius explained, which seemed to calm down Remus just a bit. his shoulders loosen, and he sighed, looking down at his brown shoes.
“i know ..it’s just,” he clutched his fists, “it’s been hours. the doctors are looking more and more worried.” he murmured, causing the others to frown.
Remus was right. it had been a total of 18 hours since his girlfriend had gotten into labor, and the doctors looked less and less happy when they came back with news.
“looks like your genes are strong, you were quite stubborn when we first met during our first year,” James snickers, causing the tension to lift, and Remus to crack a snicker.
Remus had always been stubborn when it came to his feelings. when he first went to Hogwarts at the ripe age of 11, he almost hexed James because James had looked at him weird. that’s when they became friends.
looks like this baby was going to take most of Remus’s personality.
Peter was about to add on when the doctors came bargaining in, around 4 of them. they looked like they were straight out of surgery, with bits of unknown fluids and blood on their white doctor uniform.
“Mr.Lupin?” the first doctor asks, to which Remus immediately straightens up. “i’m sorry to inform you that your wife has passed away,” she wasn’t his wife, but the doctor’s words went right through his heart.
“what?” Remus’s voice slightly cracked. the doctors looked guilty, “she had passed away during child birth.” that’s when the next alarm went off in Remus’s head. “the baby! is — is it okay?” Remus asks.
Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily instantly stood up, Sirius waiting to hold back Remus in case he crashes out, and Lily holding onto James.
Lily knew Remus’s girlfriend, she was a sweet young woman and loved showering Remus in affection, so hearing that she just passed away was quite shocking.
“your baby is okay. in fact ..” the doctor looked back as another doctor entered the private waiting room, holding a bundle of blankets. Remus looked confused, taking a few steps forward before he gasped.
inside the bundle of blankets laid a small baby, sleeping soundly. the baby had H/T type of hair that was similar to the mother, and very chubby cheeks.
“we’re sorry about your lost, Mr.Lupin. though, please welcome your daughter.”
Remus felt an unfamiliar feeling in his throat, and his eyes glossing more than usual. the whole situation — his girlfriend passing away, and his daughter being born — was a lot to take in.
fat, salty, gushing tears started rolling down his cheeks as he started crying. he instantly grabbed the little bundle of joy from the doctor, cradling her softly. Sirius and the others instantly crowd around him, and the doctors go back into the hospital room.
“she’s beautiful,” Lily commented softly as her eyes gaze through the baby girl’s feature, her H/T hair, S/C skin, and chubby cheeks. James smiled softly, his eyes glossing as well, Peter gasped softly, and Sirius looked so happy.
“Y/N.” he said all of a sudden, “she always wanted to have a girl, and wanted to name her Y/N.” Remus softly said, his finger making its way to Y/N’s small fisted hands. as if feeling the familiarity, Y/N’s hands unclasped, and held onto Remus’s finger.
he cried a lot that day, he lost somebody, but he gained somebody new.
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raising a child was no easy task.
Remus was a new father, never really having siblings of his own, and his friends haven’t had kids yet. he struggled, obviously. you weren’t an easy task, since you predominantly were a good blend of your mother and father.
when you got into your teething stage, Remus was practically bouncing off the walls. he disliked how much the teething pained you, and wished he could whisk the pain away. the wizard doctors strongly advised Remus to not use magic on you yet.
your big E/C eyes would look at him as you cried because of your teeth coming in. Remus would frown and hold you in his arms, cradling you and whispering words that were unfamiliar to you.
he would sometimes show you picture of your mother, and you would instantly know who that was, your chubby hands grabbing at the photograph, and Remus would smile fondly.
Sirius and the others would pop in multiple times. Lily would love to hold you, twirling your hair between her fingers. James would challenge you, trying to show you how to crawl, using himself as demonstration. Sirius would shower you in gifts, your crib was filled with plushies up to the top.
Remus would find it weird how you would always try to separate Peter from Lily and James. you cried loudly just to get the two away from Peter. Peter would obviously be upset, but he can’t be upset at a baby, and would instantly smile when you would throw a ball at him.
when you finally started crawling, Remus would find you in the most random places. once, he found you near the door, chewing onto mail. another time, he found you in the cupboard in the kitchen, and Lily had scolded him for not babyproofing the house.
you would blabber nonsense to him, and cry and scream at odd times in the night. Remus swore he had eyebags everytime he had to bottle feed you because you would cry at exactly 2:46 am every single away.
but, he can’t help but adore you. you shared similarities to your mother, her giggles, her curiosity, everything reminded him of her.
when you had officially started walking, everything was turned on its head. you ran, walked, jogged, and jumped everywhere. every time Lily and James would visit, you would run towards them and hug them. when Peter would visit, you liked to bunny hop towards him. and when Sirius would visit, you would jog towards him.
your hair had grew out more, more like your mom’s hair. Remus would find himself watching you as you ate your lunch, proud that you have grown up very fast, and proud of himself for not freaking out about every little thing.
you had many interests — you liked talking to the frogs outside in the garden, naming them ‘Harry and Larry’, and Remus would laugh when he would see you trying to hop like the frogs.
when you would sing, the two of you would dance the night away. he liked dressing you up in dresses and clothing Lily had made, and you would shine so brightly when he would surprise you with them.
during your 1st birthday, the marauders went all out. the party was held at the house of Black, thanks to Sirius. you were dressed in a F/C fluffy dress, alongside a big fat bow that rested on your head.
Peter was in charge of the cake, and he almost ruined the whole party by almost dropping the cake, but thanks to Sirius’s quick thinking, the cake was saved.
your present table was towering with gifts. all of them stacked up — it was even taller than you! you smiled brightly as everybody took photos, your grin matching the one of Remus’s face.
everybody almost bawled their eyes out when Remus had held you, swaying you alongside the beat of a song, his eyes softening — not quite crying, but almost there — as he saw how big you were getting.
the next couple of 10 years went by like a flash. Remus blinked and all of a sudden you were turning 11, taller, bigger, and more like him than he would’ve ever imagined.
he remembered the toddler years, the way you would kick at his shin when you would get mad, how you yelled at Peter for stealing your dog plushie, how you cuddled up to Lily.
he also remembered how much you cried when you found out Lily and James were murdered, and how Peter was now dead, and how betrayed you felt by Sirius. you swore he would never do that, and Remus simply cradled you, crying himself.
that was the 2nd time he had ever cried. he always prided himself on not being overall emotional, looks like you got your mother’s emotional side. your mom was always an emotional one, when she found out she was pregnant, she cried, when she saw Lily at her wedding, she cried, when she saw a puppy, she cried.
unfortunately, a few days after you turned 11, you woke up crying. Remus was confused and wondering why you were bawling your eyes out so intensely. that’s when you had told them you had bleed out, and Remus was rightfully frightened.
he was confused — you didn’t seem hurt, but you were crying. you then showed him the crime scene, and everything dawned on him. you had started your period. a big puddle of blood stained your white sheets, and you were currently crying and embarrassed.
Remus poked his head out to try and find the nice old lady that sometimes babysat you while he was away. she was a Muggle, but it seemed like she knew more than she let on.
when the old lady was told by Remus that you had started your period, she was instant to help you. she bought you the right pills and menstrual products to help you, explaining you what periods were and how they worked.
Remus felt horrible. he knew that you should’ve had this conversation with your mother, but she unfortunately wasn’t here. it hurt him to his core, but he smiled nevertheless when he saw you look towards him for reassurance.
when your first Hogwarts letter came in, you had freaked out because an owl was looking at you through the window. Remus was over the moon, excited for you to experience Hogwarts just like he had years before.
he explained how his years at Hogwarts were, and what Hogwarts was. he told the good parts, and also the bad parts. he didn’t want to hide anything and have you freak out as soon as you got there.
soon, Remus took you to Diagon Alley. it was a very amazing place, and you were fascinated with everything. you knew about the basics of magic — little spells your dad had taught you for self-defense, and some lore about the wizarding word, including who-shall-not-be-named business.
you had accidentally ran into identical twins when you were getting your robes. they both had ginger hair, and mischievous smirks. you soon found out their names were Fred and George, who love chaos.
Remus wasn’t too fond of them at first. he had always sheltered you ever since you were young. he wasn’t ready to let his little girl away. he soon met Molly and Arthur, the parents of the twins and also parents to 3 other boys; Percy, Bill, and Charlie.
after that, you went to Ollivander’s to get your wand. Remus was a bit worried, wondering what kind of wand you would get. this would quite literally be the most dangerous item you’ll probably have in your life.
the first wand had the core of a phoenix feather, Ollivander had warned you, and you were excited yet nervous about the whole ordeal. Remus, on the other hand, was stressing.
wands with the phoenix feather as its core are known to sort of have a mind of their own, favoring witches and wizards with courage and persistence.
when you have it flick, you had knocked out all of the books of the bookshelf. embarrassed, you instantly gave back the wand.
the second wand had the core of a unicorn hair. you flicked it, and made your dad start floating in the air. freaking out, you gave back the wand.
the final wand had the core of a dragon heartstring. Remus frowned, taking a few steps back. you flicked, and Ollivander’s eyes sparkled.
after you had officially gotten your wand, Remus was ready to go home. the two of you had arrived early in the morning to avoid foot traffic. unfortunately, by the time you two were leaving, the foot traffic had just begun.
you held onto your father’s hand as the two of you maneuver the crowd, bumping into people and almost dropping your cage — the cage that held your new pet, a fluffy black cat named Coco.
this was the start of the beginning!
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1ST YEAR.
your first year had gone crazy. you were sorted into Gryffindor, and instantly recognize the familiar gingers you had met in Diagon Alley.
you quickly befriended them, and met their other brothers; Percy Weasley, whose glasses almost fell off his face because of how hard you were shaking his hand, Bill Weasley, whose smirk almost made you scared of him, and Charlie Weasley, who suggested you try out for Quidditch.
unfortunately, your first day ended in disaster since you, Fred, and George had gotten lost. Professor McGonagall was freaking out since she already lost some students and the headboy of Gryffindor was crashing out.
thankfully, the three of you got founded by the headgirl of Ravenclaw, and were safely returned back into the Gryffindor common rooms. Percy scolded his brothers, while Charlie laughed, and Bill asked if you were okay.
after that, you quickly made friends with other students in your year.
Lee Jordan was the second friend you made. he was very charismatic, and shot you a smile when he first saw you in Herbology class. he expressed his dream of becoming a Quidditch commentator, and you suggested talking to Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore about it.
Angelina Johnson was the third friend you made. she was very sweet and gave you honeydukes when you sat next to her in Charms. she had beamed about joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you supported her on the idea.
Alicia Spinnet was the fourth friend you made. she had accidentally spilled pumpkin juice on your robes during lunch and had apologized profusely. you forgave her and she immediately took you to the bathroom to get changed. she also wanted to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team and you supported her fully.
one of the teachers scared you, though. Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, seems to have something against you. everytime he called your last name, it seemed like it was poison on his tongue.
for the holidays, the twins invited you over to the Burrow. Remus was more than happy to learn you were invited, seemly he was worried you wouldn’t make any friends at the start of school.
christmas with the Weasley’s was very exciting. you met the two younger siblings — Ron and Ginny. Ron was probably going through his curious phase cause he kept on asking you questions. Ginny was happy there was finally another girl.
the rest of your 1st year was filled with light hearted fun, and you quickly grown close with the twins, who always had your back against anybody who would try and bully you.
2ND YEAR.
your second year was filled with even more chaos than the year before.
Fred and George expressed their love for fireworks and pranks, and you offered to give them some prank ideas. they immediately took on your offer and you were excited.
Angelina, Alicia, Fred, and George all had tried out for the Quidditch team. you cheered them on from the stands and prayed that they made it into the team.
thankfully, they did — after you bribed the captain with some cookies! jkjk, they got in through pure talent — they were over the moon.
Quidditch practice took up most of their time so you hung out more with Lee Jordan during these times. he always practiced his ‘commentary’ voice with you and you suggested the two of you try and convince Professor Dumbledore to get Lee has the Quidditch commentator.
after a bit of bribing, Professor Dumbledore appointed Lee has the official Quidditch commentator. Lee had hugged you so tight after that that you had felt the squeeze for 2 weeks after.
Lee had gave you special privileges, allowing you to be with him and the other Professors during the matches. Professor Snape always watched you like a hawk, though, and you were starting to get worried he was secretly planning your murder.
you always owl’ed your father during any free time. you would fill him in on the latest drama, what you ate that day, and how Hogwarts has been going for you.
he would owl back how his days were back at home, and how he’s planning on becoming a Professor at Hogwarts in the near future.
during the holidays, you invited the Weasley family over to your home. Remus was more than happy to host, and loved the fact that you had befriended such friendly people.
Remus had found out Arthur was an auror, and asked him questions on and on about his career. Molly had baked a batch of cookies in the oven and you were excited to eat them.
the rest of your second year was smooth sailing. Gryffindor won a couple matches in Quidditch, but unfortunately didn’t win the Quidditch cup. when you boarded the train on the last day, you were excited to come back.
3RD YEAR.
during your third year, you started seeing Fred a bit differently.
it wasn’t like you hated him or something, it was quite the opposite. Fred was always the more louder twin of the two, and despite George being your best friend, you felt your heart gravitate towards Fred.
you felt scared. you heard of numerous stories that contained a girl loving her best friend’s brother, and it ending horribly.
you tried to keep it a secret from George, but he knew you better than you did. he instantly interrogated you, questioning if you liked Fred. you instantly spilled.
George was ecstatic when he found out you liked Fred. he always had the feeling you were going to like a Weasley, and he knew his feelings were true.
this year was also the year you met the infamous Harry Potter, the only son of Lily and James Potter. you almost cried at the sight of him, seeing how much he looked like them and how Harry had Lily’s eyes.
you instantly befriended the boy, and also befriended Ron Weasley and Hermonie Granger.
Hermonie was a bright girl, and you admired her knowledge. you already knew Ron, and he was more braver since you last saw him during the holidays.
Professor Snape would also glare at you.
this was also the year you befriended the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, who was also Percy’s best friend. you sort of had a mini crush on Oliver, since he was practically dreamy when you saw him.
George teased you constantly, saying that you were secretly cheating on his brother. you would smack him in the head after that.
during the holidays, you and the others stayed at Hogwarts. you owl’ed your father about staying, and he gave you the permission. he also owl’ed your gifts to Hogwarts and it was a ton of it pilling up in your dorm.
the rest of your year came and go, you were secretly watching over Harry, making sure he didn’t get hurt too much, and held him when he cried about his parents.
as you walked out of Hogwarts on the last day, you were excited to see what it had in store for the next year.
4TH YEAR.
Fred and George’s youngest and only sister Ginny had joined Hogwarts now.
she had started acting a bit weird since the start of the term, and you were worried for her. it felt like she was in this sort of trance and she would randomly disappear.
you expressed these thoughts to Percy, who was now Headboy of Gryffindor and also a Prefect. you felt it was right to tell him just in case anything happened.
this year, you fully took in the fact you had feelings for Fred. George kept making subtle hints to Fred, who unfortunately didn’t take the hint.
you owl’ed your father about your feelings for Fred. at first, he was acting dramatic per usual, but he calmed down when he realized it was Fred.
this was also the year you had an off and on fling with Marcus Flint, surprisingly. he was a year older year, and flirted like his life depended on it.
you liked Fred, but Marcus liked you and you felt rejecting him. George was furious that you were saying Marcus and didn’t talk to you for 3 days afterwards. Fred did the same, and you felt horrible.
afterwards, they came to their senses and even though they disliked Marcus since he was in Slytherin and the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they tolerated him for you.
Professor Snape would still glare at you, though.
the relationship landed for a few months until you broke up with him because he was disrespecting you in front of his friends, and you simply weren’t going to put up with that.
throughout the term, people were getting petrified. you were worried you were next and always kept a low profile during these times.
during the holidays, you told your dad about Marcus Flint. Remus was utterly confused and horrified, he thought you liked Fred and then you were dating some guy from Slytherin?
thankfully, because of the failed relationship, you got even closer with the twins.
during the last couple of months, you worry about Ginny heightened and you alerted Harry, Ron, and Hermonie about your worries.
Hermonie was soon petrified and you freaked out.
come to find out, Ginny was basically getting possessed by Tom Riddle, who used to be who-shall-not-be-named. she had his diary, before Harry eventually took it in and unlocked the mystery.
Percy was horrified to learn the reason why his sister was acting weird, and you knew that something was up with Ginny.
when the year finally came to an end, you were wondering what was in store for next year.
5TH YEAR.
this year was even crazier than last year.
your father, Remus Lupin, had officially became a Professor, specifically for the Defense Against The Dark Arts position.
you were over the moon, excited to see your father everyday now. Fred and George would giggle when they would see you standing next to your father because the two of you looked very similar.
this was also the year that Sirius had escaped Azkaban.
despite all his wronging, you desperately missed Sirius. he was a big part of your early years, and you swore to yourself that he would never kill Lily, James, or Peter.
Harry, on the other hand, despised Sirius. he was worried that Sirius was out to get him, since Arthur told him something like that of the sort.
George had tried to convince you to tell your feelings to Fred since you stepped foot in the dining hall during the first day. you were worried as hell, and decided to ask your father for advice.
your father suggested you tell Fred your feelings, and with that confirmation, you marched all the way to the Gryffindor common room and —
— completely walked by Fred.
George almost jumped you that day. for the next couple of days he kept grilling into your head to confess to Fred, and you wanted to build your confidence.
thankfully, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and George all hyped you up Saturday evening. Fred was currently coming back from the Quidditch pitch after hanging out with some other friends, so this was perfect.
when you finally confessed, it was mess. you kept stuttering, freezing on the spot, and the others — Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and George — would physically cringe at you.
what surprised you, was that Fred had actually liked you back! and before you knew it, you and Fred were a couple!
when you had told your dad, he was over the moon. he always knew that Fred had liked you, and was just waiting for the day you two got together.
with Sirius still on the run, Harry was getting more worried. you heard from other students that during the Boggart lesson, your dad had projected Harry from a dementor.
you were starting to envy Harry, since your father’s attention was always on Harry. the two had secret lessons dealing with the patronus charm to help protect Harry from the dementors attacking him.
you knew it was silly, but you don’t like the fact you had to share your dad. you are always a daddy’s girl, and the fact your father is playing attention to another child had you tweaking.
towards the end of the term, you found out that Peter was in fact — alive, and was also the reason why Lily and James were gone. you never had screamed as loudly as you did that night, freaking out Fred who was with you when you found out about the news.
that meant Sirius was an innocent man, and you were happy to learn that it wasn’t Sirius who committed those heinous crimes.
with Sirius now free thanks to Harry, Ron, and Hermonie, you balled up your jealousy and dunked it, your emotions for the fact that Sirius was back overrunning those feelings.
at the end of the term, you were holding hands with Fred, and excited to hear what would happen next.
6TH YEAR.
this year was hectic.
other schools have came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. the prize? no idea but not enough to get killed!
before school had even started, Arthur had invited you and the others to go to the Quidditch World Cup. you were excited to spend more time with your boyfriend, and to see your friends.
unfortunately, your trip was cut short as death eaters crashed it, blasting a dark mark into the sky, a sign that he was looming around.
the champions were already chosen — Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour from Beauxbaton, and Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts. surprisedly, Harry was chosen as a fourth champion.
everyone was thinking Harry was a cheater, but you stood by his side. Fred and George would give you confused looks, but shrugged it off. Ron absolutely despised it and didn’t talk to you for a while.
during the first task, you gave Harry some advice and made your way to the stands, where you saw Fred and George hosting a bidding match.
Fred has been a lovely boyfriend so far, showering you in affection which made George gag, and love giving you random chocolate frogs from his pocket.
after the first task, people slowly warmed up to Harry. you became a sort of big sister figure to Harry, and he always came to you for advice.
you quickly befriend Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts champion. he was charismatic and unknowingly flirted with you. Fred was not happy about that.
Cedric always came to you for advice on his crush, Cho Chang, and you offered your best advice, enjoying the little ship. that was until Harry came to you for advice on how to ask Cho out.
the second task was even crazier.
currently, Ron, Hermonie, Cho, and Gabrielle were deep into the dark lake. you were sat with Lee and Angelina, all three of you holding onto your breaths as the champions went down.
Fred and George continued on with their bidding pool, which made you ease up a bit because of how funny it was seeing them.
thankfully, everybody came up safely. Cho was saved by Cedric, Hermonie was saved by Viktor, and Ron and Gabrielle was saved by Harry. unfortunately, Fleur was attacked by grindylows which incapacitated her.
soon after, the news of the Yule Ball came around, and you were excited. your father had already sent you multiple dresses, sending you the big bow you had wore on your first birthday, which is now small on your head because of how big you’ve grown.
Fred, obviously, had asked you to be his date for the Yule Ball. he asked you out in the most Fred Weasley way, with fireworks and your friends helping with the proposal.
the night of the Yule Ball, you walked down with Ginny and Hermonie, beaming brightly. Ginny went off with Neville, and Hermonie went off with Viktor.
Fred swore he saw the stars when he saw you descending down the stairs. George kept saying that Fred looked very lovesick.
George had went with Angelina, and you giggled seeing the two in their matching outfits.
the night was one of the best you ever had, dancing the night away with Fred. laughter, smiles, and kisses were shared between the two, and you swore you heard George gag during it.
during the last task, you were excited. you wondered who would win, and gave both Cedric and Harry a hug before they went off. Fred held your hand as the two of you and your other friends were in the stands.
everything came crashing down when Harry came back with Cedric’s cold body, and your eyes widen when you realized Cedric was dead.
Harry had screamed that Voldemort was back, and how Cedric had asked him to bring his body back. Fred held you as you felt your body tremble, fear taking over you.
on the last day, you looked back at the castle, Fred’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, and George on your side speaking utter gibberish. this was your second to last year, and you wondered what next year would have in store.
7TH YEAR.
the summer before, you were at the house of Black, alongside with the Weasley’s and other members of the Order. Hermonie had arrived, and later on Harry. Voldemort was back and they needed to revolt.
back at Hogwarts? this year was just a mess overall.
ever since Harry’s trail, a lady named Dolores Umbridge has been patrolling Hogwarts. she was apart of the Ministry, and disliked the fact Harry was saying that Voldemort was back.
you obviously believed Harry. he wasn’t the type of boy to lie, and you saw the fear in his eyes, the way Cedric was limped in his arms on that fateful day.
of course, not everybody believed Harry. you defended him bent over and backwards because everybody accused him of being crazy and being an liar.
when Hermonie had came up to you about learning defensive spells taught by Harry, you immediately jumped on the bandwagon.
Umbridge was the Professor for Defense Against The Dark Arts, but she didn’t teach anything remotely close to it, which pissed you off.
that’s when you and a bunch of other students assembled, joining in on Harry’s cause to learn defensive spells when Voldemort decides to attack.
this is where you met a girl named Luna Lovegood, a silent but interesting girl. you instantly befriended her and protected her with your life.
you obviously owl’ed your father about the whole ordeal, and he supported whole heartedly, reminding you of the Order.
you spent countless hours in the Room of Requirements, dodging Umbridge and her goons, and learning new spells everyday thanks to Harry.
this also gave you some time to spend with your boyfriend. Fred would always pull you aside during breaks just to snog you, and George hated the fact he was always the one to catch the two of you.
during the holidays, Arthur Weasley was attacked. you comforted Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, feeling horrible about the whole ordeal.
Christmas was spent at the house of Black, and your father was excited. Remus had waited everyday to see you, worried that something had happened to you since Umbridge was practically taking over Hogwarts.
when everybody came back from the holidays, those in ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ quickly went back to work. this time, you all challenged the patronus charm.
when you did yours, it came out as a silver cat, reminding you of your fluffy feline, Coco. Fred’s and George’s patronus was a magpie, which kept circling around your patronus.
Ron had joked that your patronuses were flirting, and you blushed madly, earning a snicker from Fred and a wink from George.
unfortunately, Cho was under a truth serum from Umbridge, and accidentally ratted everybody out.
everybody was in deep trouble, and you felt betrayed by Cho, feeling sorry for her when you found out she was under a truth serum.
after this, Professor Dumbledore had basically ran off, escaping in style when the Minister had threatened to take him to Azakban.
this was the first time you seen Percy in years, and it felt like you didn’t even knew the man. when he looked at you — he didn’t look at you with the smile he always had, but the sheer disgust with anything dealing with Harry Potter.
‘Dumbledore’s Army’ was severely punished, everybody using the infamous quill that wrote into the back of your hand and scarred it for days.
you were scared to owl your father about everything at Hogwarts, so you kept quiet.
a few days before the younger years were due to take their OWLs, Fred and George had came up to you with their plan to end off their last year with a blast.
they also confided in you about their plan on opening up a joke shop called Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and you were instantly on board with the whole ordeal.
and just as they said, the twins left off with a bang. setting off fireworks in the main hall where students were taking their OWLs, flying on their brooms. when they went outside, they officially announced their shop — Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
AFTER HOGWARTS.
after Hogwarts was even of a more mess than it was at Hogwarts. Voldemort and his death eaters were on the move, and you officially joined the order alongside the twins, now all being off age.
this is when you saw Fleur again, and realized her and Bill had fell in love. you teased them lightly and when you found out they were engaged, you were over the moon.
this is also where you met Tonks, your dad’s girlfriend. you were surprised, but glad to finally see your dad find happiness again.
when you had to watch your boyfriend turn into Harry when having to transfer to the Burrow, and when everybody set off, the death eaters were quick on your trail.
George had lost an ear, and you were worried sick for him. George is your best friend, and you held onto him for dear life as Fred rubbed your back.
thankfully, everything seemed to lighten up when it was time for Fleur’s and Bill’s wedding. you wore a beautiful dress, matching with Fred’s suit. just like the Yule Ball, the two of you danced the night away. that was until the death eaters crashed the night.
when Harry, Ron, and Hermonie set off to find the horcuxes, you were worried sick for him. Harry had always reminded you of the brother you never had, and him setting off on this dangerous journey had you thinking the wrong things.
when Ron came back after his and Harry’s fight, you and Fred immediately scolded him, and Ron was quick to return back to Harry and Hermonie.
the second wizarding word was intense. you never fought so hard before, defending everybody you lived against the one man who murdered the ones you loved. even though your body burned, you fought against it.
you fought alongside Fred and George. when a death eater got close to Fred, you were so close to using the Avada Kedava curse on the death eater, but chose against it.
your father and Tonks had fought bravely against the other death eaters, and you prayed silently that they would make it out alive.
but nothing stopped you from fighting.
even when Voldemort said that Harry was dead, you didn’t believe it. you didn’t believe that he would kill Harry, and your anger almost got the better of you.
when Harry finally defeated Voldemort, you were happy. slumping against Fred and George, smiling weakly as you held Luna and Ginny in your arms, who were worried that you were about to die.
4 months has passed since the war, and Fred had invited you to dinner to a fancy restaurant in London. that was when he popped the question, and you were overjoyed to say the least.
and as those 6 months passed as you and Fred were wedding planning, you can’t help but smile fondly growing older, becoming a young woman.
and Remus can’t help but feel himself tremble at the thought of his little girl growing up.
──── p r e s e n t ────
“dad?”
Remus was taken out of his thoughts as he heard the familiar voice that belonged to you. you smiled as you looked up at your father, holding your bouquet closer to your chest.
“are you ready?” you giggled, to which Remus scoffed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “i’m ready! it should be me asking you that!” the two of you share some giggles.
Arthur peaked from behind the two of you, giving you the thumbs up. it was almost time for you to walk down the aisle.
Remus looked at you, the unfamiliar feeling in his throat coming back again. you looked at your father, and kept blinking, trying to prevent the tears from coming down.
“my little girl,” he whimpered silently, causing you to frown. “dad, you can’t make me cry before the vows.” you mumbled, looping your arms through his, causing him to frown even more.
he felt fat, salty, wet tears fall down his cheek, his lips quivering. this was officially the 3rd time he cried, but he doesn’t care.
“you’re getting married,” his voice cracked. “you’re growing up so fast. i love you.” he mumbled, sniffling. you let out a weak laugh, blinking profusely to prevent the tears from ruining your makeup.
“i love you too, dad. always had, and always will.”
as the two of you walked down the aisle, Remus can’t help but bawl his eyes out, thankfully given an handkerchief by one of the guests at the very end of the aisle.
as he gave you off to Fred, everything dawned into him. you were growing up, getting married, and won’t be Y/N Lupin anymore.
you were, simply to say, slipping through his fingers.
THIS LITERALLY TOOK ALL DAY TO WRITE LMAOOO HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYYYY !!
✩ before you go - fred weasley has relentlessly asked you out for years, but you’ve never given the younger boy a chance. not until sixth year, when he makes the compelling argument that if the date goes terribly, at least it’ll be the last year you’ll ever see him at hogwarts. (❀꩜)
✩ ready for bed - ready for bed, you didn’t bother to cover your hickeys, because you had nowhere to be, right? (𖤐)
✩ there are worse things - when your parents finally send you off to hogwarts, things don't go according to plan, because in less that twelve hours, you've been sorted into gryffindor and made friends with your housemates. And even worse: Weasleys (❀𖤓)
✩ lingering perfume - harry has warned you that if you don't stop stealing his sweaters, he'll tell your parents about your boyfriend. but your parents are very much aware of your relationship, so harry goes one step further. (𖤐)
synopsis: harry can't believe that of all people, you had to start dating his best friend's brother, because now he is constantly exposed to the gag-worthy displays of affection between you. but it's okay, because harry likes to be an annoying younger brother. ft. jily
✩ wrong twin - for a long, gruelling minute, angelina is under the impression that her best friend has a crush on her boyfriend. but no, that's the wrong twin. (𖤓❀)
✩ the set up - angelina, your best friend, lets her boyfriend george in on her plans to set you up with your crush and close friend, fred weasley. (𖤐)
✩ soothing hands and healing balms - fred takes care of your minor injury in the quidditch changing rooms during practice, but (un)fortunately for him, his patient loves flirting with him. (❀)
✩ similar reaction - when your boyfriend finally kisses you for the first time, you run to tell your godfather, professor lupin, not caring who is in his office to witness the moment. (❀𖤐)
✩ lingering perfume - harry has warned you that if you don’t stop stealing his sweaters, he’ll tell your parents about your boyfriend. but your parents are very much aware of your relationship, so harry goes one step further. (𖤐)
✩ important distraction - fred is more than happy to welcome you as a distraction after working for new product ideas for the weasleys wizard wheezes (❀𖤐)
✩ our broom cupboard - harry and ron are very rudely interrupted from their hiding by their older siblings, who are in search of a broom cupboard to make out in. despite being there first, they get kicked out. (𖤐)
I haven’t written in so long, not that I ever published much on here BUT over the last two years I’ve gotten really into the marauders again, so if anyone has any requests (also Fred Weasley if yall want that) PLEASE send them my way. I don’t have any inspiration currently
Synopsis: just over three years after making the decision to end things with Fred to keep yourself and your new secret(s) from holding him back, you're finally faced with the consequences when you run into Molly and she sees those very same "secrets" for herself.
Suddenly, it seems very unlikely that a life without Fred Weasley in it will remain possible for you.
All the time in the world could not have properly prepared you for this moment.
You weren't entirely convinced, after all, that anyone was supposed to endure the agony of facing a disappointed Molly Weasley head on.
But then, here you were, dual stroller handlebar clenched so tightly in your hands that you feared you might just warp it, doing exactly that.
Had the four years of peace been worth it, you wondered, in exchange for the inevitable chaos that was soon to descend upon you like a long prophesied swarm of locusts set free of the hell from whence they'd come?
Likely not.
But what else could you have done?
You had only been eighteen measly years old, after all, a babe in the grand scheme of things, suddenly thrust into reality as a dull blade might be through flesh and bone.
(Messily, and with a staggering amount of force).
Though, you certainly felt rather unlike the blade in that analogy, and far more so like the flesh...
Nevertheless, you'd persisted. Done what you'd had to in order to preserve your sanity and the livelihood of the man you'd loved.
Perhaps still did, not that it mattered.
Fred was long gone, you had made sure of it that night in the astronomy tower the evening before he and his brother, your once closest friend, had made their daring escape from the hell that had been Hogwarts at that time.
You'd shattered the poor boy's heart after three and a half years of love and adoration, all to preserve his dreams.
Shame you'd done all you could to ensure he'd never know it.
"Please love, I don't understand."
He'd plead, dexterous fingers running through mussed up ginger locks as he paced back and forth about the room you were both stood in.
You'd only just barely resisted the urge to say it was all a joke then, desperate to reach out and feel him one more time, to fix the hairs that had sprung up all about his head as a result of his restless ministrations.
But you hadn't. You couldn't.
Things would be better, you knew, if you just stayed away.
You'd retreated further out of his grasp to keep yourself from holding him not long after the urge had arose. The look in his eyes, pained and confused, was enough to tear your heart in two, though you supposed that it was thirds if you really thought about it.
You would miss George, after all. What was a girl to do without her best friend, especially in times such as these?
"I'm sorry, Fred."
You said resolutely, not feeling nearly as certain as you'd sounded in that moment.
"I just- I can't deal with the distance, nor the strain of it all. There's far too much for me to worry about here, I can't risk stretching myself too thin worrying to death over you and your brother."
That much was true, you supposed, though in the end he'd never really know the half of it. That you couldn't risk stretching yourself too thin because of just how much was about to change, and because it would mean harming another to do so.
You had far more than just yourself to think about now.
In response to your words, your boyfriend stared at you as if you'd grown a second head, beautiful brown eyes wide and teary as he pulled a shaking, uncertain breath in through his parted lips.
"This can't be happening."
He'd whispered, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth and echoing throughout the mostly empty space, nearly making you shudder.
"Merlin Y/n, just last night you were cracking jokes about me taking your surname instead of the other way around. We spoke of a home, domestic dinner parties, Godric, even names for our bloody children!"
He'd exclaimed, hands flying up into their air as you'd watched on sorrowfully, recalling the very conversations he was speaking of.
You'd certainly take his thoughts from them into consideration when you-
"Lords woman, you're wearing a promise ring! This isn't some summer fling you can just toss aside with no warning, we've a whole future planned together!"
He sounded near hysterical now, confusion melding with panic to rob him of reason even in the darkened halls of the astronomy tower, and you'd shuddered to think of what Umbridge would do if she found out the two of you were up there at such an hour.
It was hardly negligible to risk yourself harm anymore, you simply couldn't resolve to allow things to continue any further.
And so, you hadn't.
"Fred, I'm sorry."
You began, lower lip wobbling in a way you hoped he couldn't make out despite the feigned certainty present in your tone.
"But I've made up my mind. We're destined to take life on two very different paths, you and I, and I can't let myself pretend this makes sense for even another moment. I love you far too much to allow this to persist and risk hurting you further."
And with that, you were gone, leaving the love of your life behind to wonder what on earth had gone wrong.
You hadn't seen Fred since then, at least not as far as you were aware, avoiding every event he could possibly turn up at within reason...
Though, avoiding his family, that had proven to be a far more difficult task, particularly whilst you'd been attending Hogwarts with them after the twins had taken their leave, your relationship all but flown away with them.
It turned out though, that pregnancy was easy enough to hide as long as no one looked too close at your poorly maintained glamour charm.
Or, at least it had been for the first few weeks or so...
But then, much to your utter horror (and great surprise) you'd been informed that your darling ex boyfriend had been so kind as to leave you with not just one child to care for in his absence, but two.
It would seem that twins did indeed run in the family.
After that discovery, your glamour charms had taken a lot more effort, focus, and intention.
Graduation, you'd found, could not come soon enough.
And though you had "celebrated" alone, your notably small family wanting little to do with their soon to be teen parent of a daughter, it had felt like your first real victory since your decision to leave Fred had left a gaping hole in the center of your heart.
Perhaps it was possible to keep moving forward after all, if you could make it through several months of schooling at Hogwarts whilst pregnant with twins you would undoubtedly be raising on your own...
Though, truly, not even that could have prepared you for a moment such as this one, because far more than you had ever seen before, Molly Weasley was furious.
She was doing a good enough job of hiding it, but you'd long since learned the meaning of her flaring nostrils, darting gaze, and shifting fingertips, which busied themselves with her wand as casually as she could manage.
You reckoned you were rather lucky she hadn't hexed you yet, judging by how upset she looked.
And, reasonably, you supposed she had every right to be.
After all, it had only been three short years since you had broken her son's heart high up in the astronomy tower at that school you had once so happily called home, yet now you were standing in the same doctor's office waiting room together, one of you with a bruised ankle, and the other with a baby carriage in hand.
And as much as you wished it to be so, it seemed the universe had no intention of switching your positions. It was you with the stroller, and she with the injury, though you were certain you'd be obtaining one soon if the older woman standing before you didn't get the answers she was doubtless looking for.
"Y/n,"
She greeted far too sweetly, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly below her hairline as her eyes swept over the blanket covered stroller parked in front of you,
"It's lovely to see you. How have you been?"
The question was meant to sound polite, you were sure of it, but the undertone was clear:
"I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again."
It resolved.
"And exactly who did you deem worthy enough to start a family with so soon after breaking Freddie's heart?"
It interrogated.
You scarcely managed to hold back a shudder in response, your smile nervous in spite of your best efforts.
Time had whittled away at your ability to hide how you were feeling, it seemed, since you had last needed to do so during your breakup with Fred.
What a shame, you really could have used that right about now.
"Mrs. Weasley."
You greeted, all but flinching when you nearly said her name instead purely out of habit.
You could scarcely remember the last time you'd had to call the woman by such a formal title, but you supposed you'd lost the right to address her differently the moment you'd thrown Fred's surname back in his face that night in the astronomy tower.
"I've been well. And you?"
Your response was far more submissive to the older woman's intimidation than you'd perhaps intended it to be, but even so, your persistent and undying respect for her won out in the end. It was strange, truly, to consider the woman you'd once very nearly called Mum an enemy.
Molly hummed dismissively in response to your words, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand,
"Oh I've been just the same as always, nothing much to speak of I'm afraid."
She sighed out with faux regret, fixing you with a look of marked interest as she continued,
"But you,"
She said eagerly,
"It would seem that you've been rather busy as of late."
At that, she gestured toward the stroller sat in front of you, and you blanched slightly at the idea of her getting a decent look at its contents.
Molly smiled once more, still far too politely for your comfort,
"Whose the little one, then?"
She coaxed, immediately forcing a short burst of nervous laughter from deep inside your chest.
Once you'd officially regained control of yourself though, you smiled just as politely as she (albeit with an apologetic edge) before replying.
"Little ones, I'm afraid."
You joked, never quite able to stop yourself from trying to make light of a stressful situation.
"Winnifred and Augustine, or, far more popularly, Winnie and August. They're-"
"Twins." Molly finished before you could even get the word out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, "Yours?"
You nodded slowly, and the woman smiled ever so slightly for the first time since you'd come into view.
"Oh my, my condolences then." She teased, reaching forward to grasp at the blanket that concealed the precious cargo napping away within, doubtless tired after their long day full of bickering back and forth with one another.
She looked up at you then, seemingly unaware of the growing fear in your eyes as you suddenly realized what was about to happen.
"May I?"
She asked, though you could tell from the tone she took that it was far more of a formality than an actual question.
Such was the problem with older women, you'd found - They scarcely seem to bother actually asking your thoughts in regards to them seeing your children.
But this? This certainly could not persist, not if you hoped to-
Without pausing to hear an answer you knew she'd never had any intention of waiting for, Molly Weasley gently tugged at the fabric that had been draped across the front of the carriage, ignoring your nervous sputtering as you tried desperately to find the right words to say.
Unfortunately, they never came.
Forgotten, the blanket that had once hidden your beloved children away from the world fluttered to the ground, and Molly Weasley stared, stock still, at the sight before her.
There, blinking blearily up at the bright lights of the waiting room she was stood in, was a set of twins so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat inside her chest.
Soft ginger hair adorned both of their heads, and delicate freckles far too similar to those she had once threatened to kiss off the faces of her own children decorated their cheeks like stars doubtlessly chock full of constellations just waiting to be found.
But somehow, the feature that caused her the most pause was the eyes of the little ones sitting before her, deep brown and shining in the white overhead lighting of a doctor's office that suddenly felt far too cramped for the feelings she was struggling to maintain control over.
Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to her twins, and somehow even one in particular, one that she knew you were quite familiar with, as things went.
Her gaze darted back up to seek your own, and the moment she found it and saw the overwhelming guilt and fear there, she knew, and her breath caught briefly in her throat.
"Y/n dear,"
She spoke after a few moments of increasingly tense silence, the low chatter of the witches and wizards around you seemingly reduced to nothing as the sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned them out with ease.
Molly reached out to you then, slowly and gingerly, as if you were some wild animal she feared might dart away at any moment.
And truth be told, you very nearly felt like one too, especially as the following question left your almost former mother in law's lips,
"What is their surname?"
And immediately, you shook your head, far too overwhelmed with the situation at hand to handle any of it properly.
Years and years of fleeing in fear of this exact moment had done you no favors in preparing for it, and your shaking hands and tear filled eyes betrayed that fact with an embarrassing level of evidence.
"Oh Molly,"
You begged softly, using the woman's given name for the first time in years,
"Please don't ask me that. I promise you don't want me to say-"
"Winnifred and Augustine Weasley?"
A nurse called out hesitantly to the sea of patients located in the waiting room, her eyes trained briefly on the clipboard in front of her as if to double check her words before she looked back up curiously, gaze sweeping back and forth throughout the space, seeking out the two toddlers scheduled with Dr. Hathaway for the 2:00pm slot.
You felt your heart constrict painfully inside your chest as Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her once so certain fingers trembling as the truth of the matter washed over her like a freezing winter squall.
And, ever the coward when it came to family matters such as this, you were quick to clear your throat, doing your best to hide your red rimmed eyes and tear tracked cheeks before waving your hand slightly to the nurse who was still looking anxiously about the waiting area.
"They're just here. Apologies for the delay, I must have misheard you."
Though, from the positively dread filled look on your face, Molly Weasley could tell you had not.
hi! i saw you opened your requests and i have one :) i love fred, and i love angst even more. however, most of the angsty fred fics rotate around his death, which yes, it definitely hurts, but i'm looking for something else. i'm a sucker for unrequited love, maybe the reader could be pining after fred and he doesn't reciprocate the feelings or something along those lines. the only particular i'd like is hufflepuff!reader, other than that it's all up to you.
i love love love your writing, thank you in advance 💖💖💖
YES god yes, we all know i'll be on my hands and knees for any sort of angst, plus i've been thinking of writing one of these for awhile now. anyways, i hope you enjoy this lil blurb <3
wc: 682
“Something on your mind?” Fred’s voice ripped you from your daze as he began to walk beside you.
“Nope, nothing.” You shook your head reassuringly. Hoping he wouldn’t be able to see through your facade.
He did.
“Come on, you’ve been staring off into space.” He nudged you playfully, a small smile appeared on your face.
“Just thinking.” You shrugged and shook your head.
“Just thinking about what?” You mimicked your mumbled tone.
“It’s nothing!” You let out a breathy laugh, Fred stopped and stood in front of you.
“It’s something.” He grabbed your shoulders, his touch made it feel like there were fireworks bursting in your stomach.
“And you’re going to tell me.” He squeezed, tilting his chin down slightly to look you in the eyes.
You sighed as you tried to decide if you should tell him the truth or come up with a lie he wouldn’t believe. It was a shitty shot in the dark, and you were going to take it.
“You.” The word came out muttered, yet Fred was still able to catch it.
“Me? Why me?” He smirked, removing his hands from your shoulders and crossing them over his chest.
"Because you're funny, and you know how to get me out of a mood." You fiddled with your yellow tie, not knowing what to do with your hands. “And you’re super smart and talented, you know how to make all these insane potions, you don’t care how others see you or if you get in trouble,” Your eyes darted around, looking everywhere but his face. You didn’t know where you were trying to go with this, but you continued on.
“You’re charismatic and super handsome.” You sighed, you should quit talking now and cut this conversation short.
“And I just really like you Fred…I’m in love with you.” You scoffed in disbelief at yourself, by the time you were able to finally look at him, the smile had ranaway from his face.
He said your name softly, pitfully. You both knew what was coming next.
“Look, I like you too. You’re a really great friend, you’re brilliant even.” He began, your gaze fell to the floor.
You felt like an idiot, you felt humiliated.
You’ve been pining after him for so long, and now it feels like a moment of confidence has just ruined it all. You wanted to do so many things at this moment, you wanted to run, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to slap yourself, you wanted to burst into tears.
Fred bit down on his bottom lip as his brows knit together, he was searching for the words.
“You’re talented and smart. And it’s kind of you to think of me like that, but...” He let out an awkward sigh, it felt like the ground was crumbling beneath your feet.
"I'm sorry, I just..I don't see you that way. I can’t say that I feel the same.” He gave you a tucked in smile.
A small, barely audible “oh” escaped past your lips. You nodded and tried to blink away the tears that were building up in your eyes.
It was quiet. So quiet and the look of sympathy on his face only made you feel worse.
“Well, uh, I better get going.” Your voice wavered, you tried your best to collect yourself. “I’ve got some papers to finish.” You sniffled and pushed past Fred, your steps speeding up as you walked down the corridor.
Fred called out your name once more, causing you to stop, you took a deep breath before you turned to face him.
“I really am. Sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
“No, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have misinterpreted our friendship.” You gave a weak smile through watery eyes, turning away and continuing down the corridor.
Fred stood there, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt as he watched you quickly escape. George came out of his hiding spot from behind one of the stone pillars, giving his brother a rough pat on the back.
Synopsis: just over three years after making the decision to end things with Fred to keep yourself and your new secret(s) from holding him back, you're finally faced with the consequences when you run into Molly and she sees those very same "secrets" for herself.
Suddenly, it seems very unlikely that a life without Fred Weasley in it will remain possible for you.
All the time in the world could not have properly prepared you for this moment.
You weren't entirely convinced, after all, that anyone was supposed to endure the agony of facing a disappointed Molly Weasley head on.
But then, here you were, dual stroller handlebar clenched so tightly in your hands that you feared you might just warp it, doing exactly that.
Had the four years of peace been worth it, you wondered, in exchange for the inevitable chaos that was soon to descend upon you like a long prophesied swarm of locusts set free of the hell from whence they'd come?
Likely not.
But what else could you have done?
You had only been eighteen measly years old, after all, a babe in the grand scheme of things, suddenly thrust into reality as a dull blade might be through flesh and bone.
(Messily, and with a staggering amount of force).
Though, you certainly felt rather unlike the blade in that analogy, and far more so like the flesh...
Nevertheless, you'd persisted. Done what you'd had to in order to preserve your sanity and the livelihood of the man you'd loved.
Perhaps still did, not that it mattered.
Fred was long gone, you had made sure of it that night in the astronomy tower the evening before he and his brother, your once closest friend, had made their daring escape from the hell that had been Hogwarts at that time.
You'd shattered the poor boy's heart after three and a half years of love and adoration, all to preserve his dreams.
Shame you'd done all you could to ensure he'd never know it.
"Please love, I don't understand."
He'd plead, dexterous fingers running through mussed up ginger locks as he paced back and forth about the room you were both stood in.
You'd only just barely resisted the urge to say it was all a joke then, desperate to reach out and feel him one more time, to fix the hairs that had sprung up all about his head as a result of his restless ministrations.
But you hadn't. You couldn't.
Things would be better, you knew, if you just stayed away.
You'd retreated further out of his grasp to keep yourself from holding him not long after the urge had arose. The look in his eyes, pained and confused, was enough to tear your heart in two, though you supposed that it was thirds if you really thought about it.
You would miss George, after all. What was a girl to do without her best friend, especially in times such as these?
"I'm sorry, Fred."
You said resolutely, not feeling nearly as certain as you'd sounded in that moment.
"I just- I can't deal with the distance, nor the strain of it all. There's far too much for me to worry about here, I can't risk stretching myself too thin worrying to death over you and your brother."
That much was true, you supposed, though in the end he'd never really know the half of it. That you couldn't risk stretching yourself too thin because of just how much was about to change, and because it would mean harming another to do so.
You had far more than just yourself to think about now.
In response to your words, your boyfriend stared at you as if you'd grown a second head, beautiful brown eyes wide and teary as he pulled a shaking, uncertain breath in through his parted lips.
"This can't be happening."
He'd whispered, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth and echoing throughout the mostly empty space, nearly making you shudder.
"Merlin Y/n, just last night you were cracking jokes about me taking your surname instead of the other way around. We spoke of a home, domestic dinner parties, Godric, even names for our bloody children!"
He'd exclaimed, hands flying up into their air as you'd watched on sorrowfully, recalling the very conversations he was speaking of.
You'd certainly take his thoughts from them into consideration when you-
"Lords woman, you're wearing a promise ring! This isn't some summer fling you can just toss aside with no warning, we've a whole future planned together!"
He sounded near hysterical now, confusion melding with panic to rob him of reason even in the darkened halls of the astronomy tower, and you'd shuddered to think of what Umbridge would do if she found out the two of you were up there at such an hour.
It was hardly negligible to risk yourself harm anymore, you simply couldn't resolve to allow things to continue any further.
And so, you hadn't.
"Fred, I'm sorry."
You began, lower lip wobbling in a way you hoped he couldn't make out despite the feigned certainty present in your tone.
"But I've made up my mind. We're destined to take life on two very different paths, you and I, and I can't let myself pretend this makes sense for even another moment. I love you far too much to allow this to persist and risk hurting you further."
And with that, you were gone, leaving the love of your life behind to wonder what on earth had gone wrong.
You hadn't seen Fred since then, at least not as far as you were aware, avoiding every event he could possibly turn up at within reason...
Though, avoiding his family, that had proven to be a far more difficult task, particularly whilst you'd been attending Hogwarts with them after the twins had taken their leave, your relationship all but flown away with them.
It turned out though, that pregnancy was easy enough to hide as long as no one looked too close at your poorly maintained glamour charm.
Or, at least it had been for the first few weeks or so...
But then, much to your utter horror (and great surprise) you'd been informed that your darling ex boyfriend had been so kind as to leave you with not just one child to care for in his absence, but two.
It would seem that twins did indeed run in the family.
After that discovery, your glamour charms had taken a lot more effort, focus, and intention.
Graduation, you'd found, could not come soon enough.
And though you had "celebrated" alone, your notably small family wanting little to do with their soon to be teen parent of a daughter, it had felt like your first real victory since your decision to leave Fred had left a gaping hole in the center of your heart.
Perhaps it was possible to keep moving forward after all, if you could make it through several months of schooling at Hogwarts whilst pregnant with twins you would undoubtedly be raising on your own...
Though, truly, not even that could have prepared you for a moment such as this one, because far more than you had ever seen before, Molly Weasley was furious.
She was doing a good enough job of hiding it, but you'd long since learned the meaning of her flaring nostrils, darting gaze, and shifting fingertips, which busied themselves with her wand as casually as she could manage.
You reckoned you were rather lucky she hadn't hexed you yet, judging by how upset she looked.
And, reasonably, you supposed she had every right to be.
After all, it had only been three short years since you had broken her son's heart high up in the astronomy tower at that school you had once so happily called home, yet now you were standing in the same doctor's office waiting room together, one of you with a bruised ankle, and the other with a baby carriage in hand.
And as much as you wished it to be so, it seemed the universe had no intention of switching your positions. It was you with the stroller, and she with the injury, though you were certain you'd be obtaining one soon if the older woman standing before you didn't get the answers she was doubtless looking for.
"Y/n,"
She greeted far too sweetly, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly below her hairline as her eyes swept over the blanket covered stroller parked in front of you,
"It's lovely to see you. How have you been?"
The question was meant to sound polite, you were sure of it, but the undertone was clear:
"I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again."
It resolved.
"And exactly who did you deem worthy enough to start a family with so soon after breaking Freddie's heart?"
It interrogated.
You scarcely managed to hold back a shudder in response, your smile nervous in spite of your best efforts.
Time had whittled away at your ability to hide how you were feeling, it seemed, since you had last needed to do so during your breakup with Fred.
What a shame, you really could have used that right about now.
"Mrs. Weasley."
You greeted, all but flinching when you nearly said her name instead purely out of habit.
You could scarcely remember the last time you'd had to call the woman by such a formal title, but you supposed you'd lost the right to address her differently the moment you'd thrown Fred's surname back in his face that night in the astronomy tower.
"I've been well. And you?"
Your response was far more submissive to the older woman's intimidation than you'd perhaps intended it to be, but even so, your persistent and undying respect for her won out in the end. It was strange, truly, to consider the woman you'd once very nearly called Mum an enemy.
Molly hummed dismissively in response to your words, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand,
"Oh I've been just the same as always, nothing much to speak of I'm afraid."
She sighed out with faux regret, fixing you with a look of marked interest as she continued,
"But you,"
She said eagerly,
"It would seem that you've been rather busy as of late."
At that, she gestured toward the stroller sat in front of you, and you blanched slightly at the idea of her getting a decent look at its contents.
Molly smiled once more, still far too politely for your comfort,
"Whose the little one, then?"
She coaxed, immediately forcing a short burst of nervous laughter from deep inside your chest.
Once you'd officially regained control of yourself though, you smiled just as politely as she (albeit with an apologetic edge) before replying.
"Little ones, I'm afraid."
You joked, never quite able to stop yourself from trying to make light of a stressful situation.
"Winnifred and Augustine, or, far more popularly, Winnie and August. They're-"
"Twins." Molly finished before you could even get the word out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, "Yours?"
You nodded slowly, and the woman smiled ever so slightly for the first time since you'd come into view.
"Oh my, my condolences then." She teased, reaching forward to grasp at the blanket that concealed the precious cargo napping away within, doubtless tired after their long day full of bickering back and forth with one another.
She looked up at you then, seemingly unaware of the growing fear in your eyes as you suddenly realized what was about to happen.
"May I?"
She asked, though you could tell from the tone she took that it was far more of a formality than an actual question.
Such was the problem with older women, you'd found - They scarcely seem to bother actually asking your thoughts in regards to them seeing your children.
But this? This certainly could not persist, not if you hoped to-
Without pausing to hear an answer you knew she'd never had any intention of waiting for, Molly Weasley gently tugged at the fabric that had been draped across the front of the carriage, ignoring your nervous sputtering as you tried desperately to find the right words to say.
Unfortunately, they never came.
Forgotten, the blanket that had once hidden your beloved children away from the world fluttered to the ground, and Molly Weasley stared, stock still, at the sight before her.
There, blinking blearily up at the bright lights of the waiting room she was stood in, was a set of twins so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat inside her chest.
Soft ginger hair adorned both of their heads, and delicate freckles far too similar to those she had once threatened to kiss off the faces of her own children decorated their cheeks like stars doubtlessly chock full of constellations just waiting to be found.
But somehow, the feature that caused her the most pause was the eyes of the little ones sitting before her, deep brown and shining in the white overhead lighting of a doctor's office that suddenly felt far too cramped for the feelings she was struggling to maintain control over.
Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to her twins, and somehow even one in particular, one that she knew you were quite familiar with, as things went.
Her gaze darted back up to seek your own, and the moment she found it and saw the overwhelming guilt and fear there, she knew, and her breath caught briefly in her throat.
"Y/n dear,"
She spoke after a few moments of increasingly tense silence, the low chatter of the witches and wizards around you seemingly reduced to nothing as the sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned them out with ease.
Molly reached out to you then, slowly and gingerly, as if you were some wild animal she feared might dart away at any moment.
And truth be told, you very nearly felt like one too, especially as the following question left your almost former mother in law's lips,
"What is their surname?"
And immediately, you shook your head, far too overwhelmed with the situation at hand to handle any of it properly.
Years and years of fleeing in fear of this exact moment had done you no favors in preparing for it, and your shaking hands and tear filled eyes betrayed that fact with an embarrassing level of evidence.
"Oh Molly,"
You begged softly, using the woman's given name for the first time in years,
"Please don't ask me that. I promise you don't want me to say-"
"Winnifred and Augustine Weasley?"
A nurse called out hesitantly to the sea of patients located in the waiting room, her eyes trained briefly on the clipboard in front of her as if to double check her words before she looked back up curiously, gaze sweeping back and forth throughout the space, seeking out the two toddlers scheduled with Dr. Hathaway for the 2:00pm slot.
You felt your heart constrict painfully inside your chest as Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her once so certain fingers trembling as the truth of the matter washed over her like a freezing winter squall.
And, ever the coward when it came to family matters such as this, you were quick to clear your throat, doing your best to hide your red rimmed eyes and tear tracked cheeks before waving your hand slightly to the nurse who was still looking anxiously about the waiting area.
"They're just here. Apologies for the delay, I must have misheard you."
Though, from the positively dread filled look on your face, Molly Weasley could tell you had not.
Summary: You arrive at the burrow for summer break. Fred really likes your new bikini.
Word count: 5.5k
Warnings: swearing and smut
18+
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You sat out on the front porch basking in the early morning sun before the afternoon swelter settled in. It was yet another summer at the burrow, and you couldn’t wait to get into all sorts of trouble with your favorite Weasleys. You had known them since you were young, as your dad worked closely with Arthur at the ministry. Once you started at Hogwarts, you quickly became friends with the Weasley twins who were in your year. Ever since then, you often spent a good chunk of your summer at the burrow, playing quidditch or swimming in the lake during the day and staying up late playing chess at night. Just a few weeks ago, you had helped Gryffindor win the quidditch cup, so you knew the quidditch matches would be superb this summer.
“Morning, sunshine!” Fred cheered as he pushed through the front door, running past you and into the yard, George following quick on his heels.
“What are you two up to?” You yelled after them, squinting your eyes as they ran further away and towards the pond.
“YOU BLOODY WANKERS GET BACK HERE AND FIX THIS!”
You whipped your head around to see a very angry Ron standing on the front porch with a fist in the air like an angry old man. His pajamas were a violent shade of pink. You almost spit out your coffee.
“New look?” You choked out, making Ron frown and shake is head.
“You’re just as bad as them,” he grumbled before walking back inside.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw the twins walking back to the house with mud all over their hands.
“Its not even noon and you two have already started wreaking havoc, what have you gotten yourselves into now?” You raised a brow at them. As they approached closer, their bodies absolutely loomed over you on the steps. Two identical grins blocked the bright sun from your eyes.
“Just catching some bullfrogs while we waited for Ronnykins to leave the premises,” George grinned.
“That bloke is always angry, what could he possibly be mad about on such a fine day?” Fred inhaled sharply and let out a sigh of contentment as he threw his head back into the sun. A blush rose to your cheeks. You may or may not have begun developing the slightest crush on the older twin.
“Hmm, I wonder. Well, what are we going to do today? I bet Gin would be up for a game, I don’t know if Ron will want to play with you two though,” you chuckled, standing up and brushing the dirt off the back of your shorts. The twins grinned at you.
“How about we go swimming at the lake? We could make a day out of it,” Fred suggested, leaning against the post of the railing.
“Hmm, yeah. We could pack some lunches and games, spend all day in the sun,” George said thoughtfully, pursing his lips to one side.
“Sounds like a plan, let’s go get Ginny up, and maybe you should fix Ronald’s clothes so he’s not in a foul mood all day,” you said, patting George on the shoulder before turning to head inside.
It was around noon by the time everybody got out of the house and started down the path to the lake. The walk wasn’t too long, but it was far enough where Ron could complain and Ginny could convince George to let her ride on his back. The sun beamed down on your backs, beads of sweat forming on your skin, sticky and hot. You guys were practically racing to the shore once you gained view of the water.
“The walk will be worth it!” Fred cheered as he raced ahead to the sand. He recklessly threw his bag onto the ground before pulling off his shirt, saving no time before diving straight into the water. It seemed you’d completely lost interest in walking as the rest of the Weasley children had already reached the shore ahead of you. You didn’t allow your mind to wander any further as you too started running down the hill of sand.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” George shouted, already running into the water. You tore off your t-shirt and shorts, refusing to be the last one into the lake. Ginny had already dove under so it was just you and Ron left. You both began sprinting towards the water, but you laughed as you dove straight in, leaving Ron to be last. The twins left him no time to pout however, as they started to splash and fight with their brother. You and Ginny swam away from the chaos and floated on your backs, enjoying the contrast between the warm sun and the cool lake.
“I’m so glad you’re here again, Y/N,” Ginny said, shifting her position to talk to you better, “I love my brothers but it’s nice to have another girl around. Sometimes I feel like I’m too much like them. I don’t want to be a tomboy, I want to be pretty so boys like me.” She dunked her head back to wet her hair again. A soft smile rose to your face as you listened to her banter.
“Gin, don’t you think you’re a little young to be thinking about boys like that?” You couldn’t help but to laugh a little at her naivety.
“You sound like my brothers,” Ginny scrunched her nose at you.
“All I’m saying is you’re perfect just how you are. You’re smart and funny and anybody would be lucky to know you. Besides, you are nothing like your brothers, you know that,” you reassured her, pointing over her shoulder at her brothers who were currently trying to stick slimy plants onto each others foreheads. Ginny snorted.
“Okay, you have a point, but I just want to be pretty like you, Y/N. Will you teach me how to do my hair and makeup? Please?” Ginny pleaded, putting on her best puppy eyes. You rolled your eyes at her before returning to your smile.
“Gin, I don’t even know how to do all of that. I guess I can show you some stuff, but your too young. I didn’t even start doing any of that stuff until this year,” you huffed. You wished she would appreciate her developing years without worrying about such superficial things. Your words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as Ginny began to beam and splash around.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! And you’re definitely good at that kind of stuff, Y/N. I mean ever since you started looking all pretty, Fred won’t shut up about you! I’m going to be so popular this year,” Ginny continued on babbling about her upcoming year but you couldn’t seem to focus. Had she just said something about Fred?
“We’re going in to eat! Best to come unless you want us to eat your share,” Ron called as he trudged out of the water. You broke out of your thoughts and hoisted Ginny on your back to head towards the boys. By the time you set Ginny down, the picnic basket had been opened. You sat down on your towel and grabbed a sandwich.
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Fred’s POV
I guess I hadn’t had time to look at her properly when we got down to the lake, because I hadn’t notice her wearing that tiny black bikini. Merlin, she looked so good this summer. I mean, she’d always been pretty but this was on a whole other level. Her normally cute face had turned into something of a more mature beauty. My eyes left her lips and scanned down a bit further. Her body, Merlin…
“Oi,” George laughed and nudged me. I whipped my head away to face him, being met with raised brows and a downturned smile.
“Mmm,” I grumbled, taking a huge bite of my sandwich. I totally was not just checking Y/N out. I’m just eating my sandwich. We ate in silence for a little while, hungry and tired from the sun.
“Welp, time for a little afternoon nap,” Y/N sighed, placing a hand on her full belly and lying down on her towel. As her back hit the sand, her chest bounced lightly, her skimpy top moving along with it. I mentally groaned before standing up.
“I don’t know about you lot, but I’m getting back in the water, it’s far too hot out here,” I declared, standing up with a grunt and heading back into the water. If I didn’t know any better, it would seem that I may be slightly obsessed with my dear friend Y/N.
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Your POV
Your eyes fluttered open, squinting from the glare of the sun.
“Finally you’re up! I was about to roll you over so you didn’t burn,” Ginny laughed, moving from her seat to look down on you.
“Mm, I’m up now,” you mumbled sleepily, “Shall we go in the water? I’m absolutely frying.” You slowly sat up. Your skin felt slightly tight from baking in the sun.
“I’ll race you!” Ginny chirped, standing up and running to the water. Merlin, that girl had energy. You jogged down to the water and dove under, your skin soothed by the fresh water. As you came back up, you felt something slimy slap against your face.
“Ho! He gotchu good!” George yowled, falling back into the water with a splash. You reached up to grab the slime off of your cheek with your mouth agape, frozen in a wry smile.
“Who did that,” you scoffed, look up at the boys to find your culprit. Fred stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, a satisfied smirk plastered onto his face.
“You.”
You flung the lake slime at him before charging towards him at an impressive speed through the water. As you approached him, you reached down into the water with a devious expression.
“Catch,” you said, lifting up a ginormous ball of slime that had been placed in front of you by what you could only imagine was the hand of god. You flung the mass towards him before he could dodge out of the way. He tried to put his hands up to catch it, but it was no match. The sludge had flown onto his scrunched up face and dripped down his flared out hands. You put your hand on your mouth to stifle your laugh.
“Bloody hell!” Ron hollered, laughing his ass off with George. Fred dunked under the water to get off the slime. When he emerged from the water, he ran his hands through his hair, throwing his head back. You watched as if he was moving in slow motion, the sun glistening on his wet skin as his muscles flexed with the movement of his arms.
“You are so dead.”
And with that he picked you up with ease over his head.
“No! Fred please!” You said between chokes of laughter, but it was no use. He threw you down into the water and splashed you when you came back up to the surface. When he finally stopped you could see his goofy smile form around his sun kissed freckles.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he said, relaxing back into the water. You couldn’t stop giggling as you swam towards him.
“Sorry Freddie, I had to get you back,” you teased, laying back into the water. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I was away from you for a few weeks and forgot how ruthless you are,” he grumbled, but you could tell he was in high spirits.
“Oh please, how could you forget? Im just happy to be back for the summer, we’re going to get into much more trouble than this,” you giggled. He chuckled at that.
“Oh, I hope so Y/N,” he charmed, standing back up from the water. You looked up at him staring down at you, water dripping down his abs. You found your eyes wondering and forced yourself to look back up to his face. He was smirking down at you. “What are you looking at Y/N?” You practically choked on lake water as you stood up next to him.
“You still have slime on you git,” you brushed him off and went back up to the sand. You heard him laugh behind you as your cheeks flushed a deep red. You really hoped he hadn’t just caught you staring…
The rest of the day was spent roasting in the sun, passing around a quaffle in the water, and eating what was left of the picnic basket. By the time the sun began to set, the five of you set back on the trail to the burrow. You stayed up front with Ginny and Ron as they quarreled about quidditch, Fred and George behind you. The walk back felt long and tiring, and by the time you had reached the burrow, the sun had almost fully set.
“Dinner is ready!” You heard Molly call from the porch. At that, the five of you filed into the house to change for dinner. In the kitchen, the windows were all open to allow the cool night air into the room. On the table sat an amazing dinner spread, the mark of a fantastic summer with the Weasleys. You sat down next to Ginny, and began to pile your plate with all of Mollys fixings.
“So Y/N, how was your school year dear? I barely had time to chat with you on the platform,” Molly smiled at you, helping herself to some green beans.
“Well, I did well on all of my owls, but the end of the year was mostly spent studying for those,” you frowned, not happy to recall the stress from your end of year exams.
“And you were absolutely wicked in the final quidditch match! Mum, you should’ve seen her. Truly, I think she scored at least 50 points,” Ron excitedly recounted the match, where Gryffindor beat Slytherin and won the quidditch cup.
“Yes, well, Woods was certainly happy with me after that game,” you laughed, earning an immature laugh from George a scowl from Fred. You rolled your eyes at the two.
“Well that’s just fantastic Y/N. Say, how’s your mother been?” Arthur asked. And so the dinner went on, a lively and wholesome evening ending in a warm cherry pie for dessert. As everybody stood to mark the end of dinner, you began to collect plates.
“Nonsense, Y/N, go on! Run along!” Molly took the plates from you and shooed you off.
“You heard the woman,” Fred said, grabbing your hand and dragging you out the front door. The sun had completely set, the sounds of summer surrounding you as you ran down the steps of the house.
“Where are we going,” you laughed, still following Fred as you held hands, George running alongside you.
“On a quick pit stop,” George grinned, running up towards the shed. Fred let go of your hand as he opened the door. You heard a few bottles clanking together and before you know it, Fred’s standing in front of you holding up two bottles of fire whisky next to his grinning face. George follows suit but is instead holding a crate of fireworks.
“Did you guys bring this back from Hogsmeade?” You questioned in a hushed voice, astonished that they had managed to sneak this much past their mother.
“Yep,” George grinned, nodded his head fervently. Fred grasped the necks of both bottles into one head and nonchalantly closed the shed door. His hands were so big and definitely strong from playing quidditch all these years… You shook your head. Merlin, couldn’t stop thinking of him like that for two minutes?
“Follow this way,” Fred nodded over to a hill a bit down the path to the lake. You began to follow the twins, having to walk two steps at a time to keep up with their lanky legs. The deep blue of the night sky basked over the hill as the three of you trudged over the peak and over to the other side. The twins plopped down onto the grass and opened the bottles of fire whisky.
“To summer,” George cheered with Fred, their bottles clanking against each other. They both took a swig before sticking the bottles out to you. You giggled, grabbing the bottle from Fred and raising it up.
“To summer,” you cheered, taking a hefty swig of the fire whisky. Fred laughed and shook his head at you.
“So, shall we light these puppies up?” George grinned, gesturing to the box of fireworks. You grinned back at him.
“We should wait a bit Georgie. Hopefully the hill will help block most of the light and sound, but it wouldn’t hurt to wait until they’re in bed,” Fred pointed out, George nodding his head. He turned to face you.
“Mums been on our case about all the pranking and stuff. She took away a bunch of our creations already, so it be better if she just… doesn’t know too much,” George whispered. You nodded, laying back onto your elbow. With your free arm, you took another swig of whisky.
“Understood.” You replied, passing the bottle back to Fred.
“How about a game of exploding snaps and shots?” Fred asked with a lazy grin, pulling a deck of cards out from his pant pockets. You grinned back at him.
“Wait,” George snapped up, “did you hear something?”
You and a Fred sat up and looked up at to top of the hill. Two little heads of ginger hair peaked over the side. They tried to duck down, but George had already reached them, pulling them up by the arms.
“Please George, can we stay?” You heard Ron plead as he was guided down the hill.
“Not tonight, Ron. And we gotta get Ginny up to bed,” George’s voice rang over the slope. You turned to face Fred with pursed lips.
“Well, wanna play?” You laughed, relaxing back on your elbow. He mirrored your movements.
“Yes darling,” Fred smiled at you, shuffling the cards in his hands. A light blush managed to creep into your face. He kept eye contact with you as he dealt the cards.
“You start,” you said. He laughed and tidied up his hand.
“So, what kind of trouble have you been up to the past few weeks?” He asked, placing a card down.
“Oh you know, a few muggle clubs with my cousin, but nothing else really,” you shrugged, taking your turn. He smirked at you.
“Oh, yeah? Y/N’s a party girl now? I guess I do remember you having quite a good time at the quidditch house cup afterparty,” He winked. You rolled your eyes but one of your cards snapped, causing you to jump. “Drink.”
You brought the bottle to you lips and took a swig. A drop of whisky hung off your bottom lip, and Fred’s eyes were quick to notice. You licked the bottom of your lip and smiled at him. His head fell to his shoulder as he returned a lopsided smile. Your blush crept deeper on your face as you tried to focus back to the game. You’d hung out with Fred plenty of times, granted George was usually there too, but something felt different. You couldn’t help but feel like he was watching you the same way you were watching him…
“Well, speaking of party girls, you certainly seemed to like Angelina at that party, hmm?” You raised a brow at him while picking up a card. He put a card down and chuckled, shaking his head.
“Angelina sure is something, but we’re just good friends. Besides, George already has a thing for her, and I have to admit I have eyes for someone else,” He raised his brow and picked up another card. Was Fred seeing someone else? Surely you’d have heard about it, he is pretty popular after all.
“Oh?” You questioned, putting down a card and picking up another. Fred opened his mouth to speak but another card exploded in your palm, startling the both of you. You gasped and Fred chuckled while he passed you the bottle.
“I just haven’t had the chance to tell her yet…” Fred trailed off, watching you as you put your lips to the bottle and swallowed yet another shot. Your face cringed a bit this time, liquor dripping onto your lips. Fred put down his cards and moved closer to you. Your breathing quickened as you look at his face. He was staring at your lips. Was he about to kiss you?
“You have something on your lips,” his eyes panned up to yours, the moonlight illuminating his freckled nose and softened expression. You breathed in quick, unsure of your voice.
“Can you get it for me?” You breathed out quietly, Fred nodded softly before drawing closer. You closed your eyes as his lips pressed carefully against yours. You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh, it felt like you were dreaming. He brought his palm up to your face and caressed you gently while deepening the kiss. He was a good kisser. He pulled away gently, now almost on top of you. You watched his chest rising and the flush on his cheeks. You could tell by his demeanor that he wanted more. And so did you. You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him more harshly this time, your hunger for Fred growing stronger. It felt like all day you were just itching to have him close to you, and now that you had the chance, you weren’t going to mess it up.
“Y/N, let me take you somewhere,” Fred breathed out in between a kiss. You hummed into his mouth. This caused him to start kissing down your neck.
“Do you think this is a good idea, you know, you and me?” You sighed, your back arching slightly off the ground as his hands explored down your body. He stopped and looked up at you, his lips parted and hair disheveled.
“I think it’s a brilliant idea,” he smiled charmingly, standing up and holding out his hand. You smiled and took it, he was so strong he practically lifted you off the ground. You stepped close to him and put your arms around his neck.
“Okay, then take me wherever you want to go, Fred,” you said in a low voice, leaning up to kiss him again. He moaned into your lips.
“Follow me,” Fred wasted no time and began to lead you down to the bottom of the hill. You guys walked for a few minutes, up into the surrounding woods. Soon you reached a small platform in the trees. It resembled a treehouse but it was made of fabric.
“Here?” You raised a brow, turning around to Fred. He flashed his signature smile and put his hands on your waist.
“Just trust me, love,” he walked you backwards while giving you sweet and sensual kisses. Soon he turned you around and lifted you so you could climb up to the platform. He followed suit.
“Wow,” you gasped. The platform had clearly been enchanted, the inside of the tent being filled with comfortable sack chairs and carpets. Fred kissed your neck as he guided you to a seat.
“Bill helped us out when he was home for a bit, me and George were going to show it to you tomorrow,” he sat down next to you as you admired the club house. This summer was going to be so much fun.
“I’ll have to thank Bill when I see him,” you chuckled, grabbing the back of Fred’s neck and pulling him back into a kiss.
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Fred’s POV
This day truly couldn’t have gotten better. Somehow, I was on top of Y/N, kissing her and feeling her little moans against my lips. It felt so good to have her under me, moaning because of me. I don’t know how long I’d been wanting this, but it sure as hell felt right. I slid my hand under her shirt and up her side, her back lifted up off the chair. Merlin, she wasn’t even wearing a bra under her sweatshirt. I felt my pants tighten, I’d never wanted anybody so bad.
“Fred,” she moaned, pulling at the hem of my shirt. I breathed out a laugh as I sat back to pull off my shirt. Her eyes were blown out as she watched me, she looked so sexy. I came back over her. My forearm next to her head as I hovered over her body. My hand went down to the bottom of her sweatshirt and looked up to ask for permission. She nodded and I quickly removed the piece of clothing from her body. I sat back to take in the image of Y/N laying on her back in front of me. Her body was perfect, and her tits were tanned in the shape of that tiny fucking bikini top. I groaned hungrily as I bent down to take her nipple into my mouth. She gasped with pleasure as my hands explored her body, my lips attached to her sensitive skin. I just wanted to taste her, I wanted to kiss every inch of her body and show her how badly I’ve been wanting her.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” I whispered, kissing her neck softly, “so perfect. Do you know how fucking perfect you look right now?” She groaned as I sucked on her neck. We both knew it was a risk to leave mark on her, but neither of us cared. I began to leave a trail of gentle kisses down her body as my hands pulled down her cotton shorts.
“Fred,” she blushed, trying to close her thighs around my shoulder. I chuckled and kissed the inner part of her leg.
“Don’t be shy, Y/N. I want to taste you. Can I please? I promise it will be worth it,” I pleaded, linking my arms under her hips. She moaned at the action and quickly nodded her head, relaxing back into the chair. I slid off her shorts and panties, and linked my arms back under her hips. I’d never wanted to eat pussy so bad in my life. My mouth was salivating as I ran my tongue up her clit in one slick motion. She shuddered and locked her thighs around my head again. I used this time to bury my face in her, licking in soft circles around her bud. She began to grab my hair and gently fuck herself on my tongue. I felt like I was about to cum. Her face twisted up in pleasure which only made my pants tighter. She tasted so fucking good and all I wanted was to make her cum all over my mouth. I sped up my motions and she arched off the chair. Her full breasts bounced as she felt back down. I plunged my tongue into her hole and used my fingers to swipe circles around her clit.
“Merlin, Freddie,” she grunted, making a sound different from anything I’d heard out come out of her mouth before, “I’m- I’m going to-“ I locked my tongue on her clit as her thighs trembled around my head. She shuddered and moaned and released warm, sweet juices onto my tongue. I happily licked up every last drop.
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Your POV
You gasped for air as Fred came back up to you, kissing up your stomach with shiny lips. He kissed you on the mouth before grinding down onto your leg. You could feel how hard he was. You moaned into the kiss and pushed your hips up against him. You knew what you wanted, and besides, your friendship was already far gone. You knew you wouldn’t be able to give up that mouth after you knew what it was capable.
“Freddie,” you purred, looking up at him with starry eyes, “do you want to know what I feel like?” He groaned and pushed down harder into your leg.
“Godric, yes, Y/N. But are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. You chuckled and smiled at him. Here the two of you were, doing something completely out of the ordinary, and yet Fred was still just Fred. Charming and caring and reckless.
“I’m sure,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He flushed and gave you his crooked smile before sitting up to take off his pants. You sat up to watch as his cock slapped up against his abdomen, the sight causing you to groan. He was big, and while you weren’t scared, he was definitely the biggest you’d ever taken. You sat onto your knees and looked up and him for permission, not that you needed any at this point. You looked down at you with a strained expression and place his hand on the back of your head. You leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, looking up at him again before taking his full length down your throat. This earned you deep growl as he thrusted into your mouth even deeper. Once you had properly wet his dick, you laid back down onto the chair, spreading your legs and grabbing your tits, mostly so you had something to hold onto. He hovered over you and placed a kiss on your lips.
“Just tell me if you need to stop,” he tried to whisper, but it came out as more of a throaty groan. You nodded and placed your hands around his neck. He positioned himself in front of you before testing the tip of his hard cock in your pussy. With each inch getting added into you, you scraped your nails into his neck. He kissed up and down your neck to soothe you as he sat inside of you to let your pussy adjust to the size.
“I’m okay Freddie, you can fuck me now,” you whispered into his ear. With no delay, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck and groaned as he began to thrust in and out of you. He felt so good fucking you like this. Especially after he had just eaten you so good, your entire pussy was pulsing around him.
“Y/N,” Fred moaned, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you even harder, “you’re taking me so well. Just like that darling.” You moaned as you bounced from his thrusts. His hand moved to cover your clit with pressure. You were going to cum again, and so soon. How was Fred doing this to you?
“Freddie, you’re going to make me cum again,” you whined, you grabbed your tits again in a desperate attempt to hold onto to something steady.
“That’s alright, Y/N. I love making your perfect pussy come for me,” he grunted, lifting up your hips and thrusting even harder into your pussy. Your moans turned erratic as you felt yourself building up once again. You clenched around him one last time before your back lifted up, your pussy pulsating around his cock. His thrusts began to waver as he fell apart. You made sure to push yourself up towards him so he knew it was okay to cum inside of you. With one final thrust, Fred groaned as he released himself, your pussy getting filled with hot spurts of his seed. The two of you laid like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and recognizing the fact that you’d just fucked your family friend. Fred slid your panties back up your legs before leisurely putting on his own clothes.
“Freddie, we should probably get back. It’s going to be hard enough trying to pretend like this didn’t happen to George,” you noted, pulling your sweatshirt over you head.
“We don’t have to pretend, Y/N. At least not in front of George. He’s going to find out eventually,” Fred chuckled, placing a finger under your chin and kissing your lips softly. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to this. His stupidly soft lips made you dizzy every time.
“I guess that’s true… so does that mean you want to continue this?” You asked sheepishly, a blush rising to your face again as he gave you a smile.
“You’re daft if you think I’m not going to make you mine, Y/N,” he smirked. How many times was he going to make you blush tonight? You tried to play it off as the two of you descended from the fort and started off towards the hill again. In the distance, you could see George sitting up on the hill next to the fireworks. As you and Fred approached him, he stood up with a half empty bottle in his head.
“There you are! I figured you two went off to the treehouse…” he eyed the two of suspiciously, and it didn’t help that you had a permanent blush to your face.
“Sorry Georgie, Y/N wanted to check it out,” Fred said nonchalantly as he took a seat next to his brother. You followed suit and looked up to the sky as the two of them began to set off the fireworks. The sounds of summer made you feel at home, and the visions of two lanky red heads laughing chaotically as they lit off the fireworks made you smile. It sure was good to be back at the burrow.
“Today was bloody brilliant!” Fred cheered and clapped you on the back as he raised his cup to Gryffindor. Practically the whole school was shoved in your common room to celebrate the quidditch cup.
“To Gryffindor!” Oliver bellowed drunkly as everyone drank and cheered.
“Seriously, Y/N, you played fucking amazing today,” Angelina bellowed, downing the rest of her drink.
“I can second that. Since when did you get so bloody good, little one?” George smiled as he put his arm around you. The twins had always been your good friends, the three of you joining the Gryffindor quidditch team in your third years. They’d often referred to you as little one, due to the fact that they towered over you. They constantly teased and pranked you, but you would also join in on their antics. More often than not, you guys were playing quidditch during the warm seasons and pranking Filch in the winter. You were really just one of the boys and you couldn’t be more happy to be a part of their mischief.
“I’ve always been good, Georgie. But I will admit, this was probably my best game yet,” you beamed as you joined the rest in downing your drink.
“You’re only that good thanks to our rigorous coaching throughout the years,” Fred smiled wryly, filling his own cup up again. You rolled your eyes.
“Yea right, Weasley. The two of you combined still wouldn’t be as good as me,” you challenged. The three of you went back and forth all night, drinking and laughing and celebrating Gryffindors victory. The high spirits continued throughout the week and before you knew it you were saying goodbye to all your friends at platform 9 and 3/4.
“Oh! So good to see you sweetie,” Molly smiled warmly as she dragged you into a tight hug, “Have a good summer, we’ll see you in the fall! Say goodbye boys.” Fred and George both approached you and each gave you a quick hug before heading out with the Weasley family.
“See you next year little one!” George called out.
“Don’t skimp out on the quidditch practice, Y/N! You could use it,” Fred shouted, giving you a cheeky smile and a wave. You rolled your eyes and sent a smile back before meeting with your own family and heading home for the summer.
3 months later
You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time and smoothed the top of your hair flat.
“Come on, Y/N! You’re going to miss the train,” your dad called from downstairs.
“Coming!”
Over the summer you had grown a considerable amount. Your dad had been teasing you about how much time you spent in the bathroom getting ready, but you didn’t care. For once in your life you actually felt pretty. Your body had begun to fill out in all the right places and your hair had grown out well past your shoulders now. You had started to shave your legs and wear perfume. You had even bought new clothes as you had outgrown your old wardrobe. All of this had instilled you with a newfound confidence that had you beaming. As you walked onto platform 9 and 3/4, you wore a fitted long sleeve shirt and some new low waisted jeans. You had blown out your hair into soft falling curls and you had even applied some lip gloss. You were excited to start your sixth year with all your friends and your new look.
“Bye guys! I’ll see you for Christmas,” you hugged your family before loading your trunks on the train. As you put your final trunk into the train, someone called your name from behind.
“Y/N?”
You turned around to see Fred and George standing behind you, still towering over your frame.
“Fred! George! How was your summer?” You bounded towards them and hugged George. When you pulled back to hug Fred he just stood there with his mouth slightly agape. George nudged him and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and leaned in to hug you.
“You look… different,” was all he could manage to say. You chuckled and put your hands on your hips.
“Yes, I’m not so little anymore. You guys can stop calling me little one now,” you teased.
“Nah, you’re still tiny,” George brushed you off as you all started to head onto the train to find a compartment. After walking down the length of the train, you had finally found the compartment where Lee and Angelina were.
“Y/N! How was your summer! Oh my gosh, you look absolutely stunning,” Angelina beamed as she hugged you and pulled you down to sit next to her.
“Thanks Angie, I can say the same about you! And my summer was amazing,” you guys chatted back and forth, catching up on all the latest gossip and all the fun things you did over the summer. Fred and George beamed about the Quidditch World Cup and soon the five of you were full of sweets and ready to take a quick nap before you had to change into your school robes.
“Every year I tell myself not to eat so many chocolate frogs, and every year I eat more than I did the year before,” Lee groaned, leaning back and rubbing his stomach. You laughed and slid down in your own seat, leaning your head against the window and looking out across the green landscape. You were so happy to be back with your friends. The summertime was amazing, but there was nothing like Hogwarts. As you smiled to yourself, you looked up from the window to see Fred staring at you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just shook his head and looked out the window. That was weird. You shook it off and leaned your head against the window again and nodded off.
Before long, the train had pulled into the station and crowds of students were piling out into to the night to go to welcoming feast. As you filed out of the train and towards the carriages, Fred and George lagged behind a bit and whispered to each other.
“Do you think they’re acting a bit strange?” You leaned in towards Angelina, sending another glance back towards the twins.
“Aren’t they always?” Angelina shrugged as she stepped into the carriage. She had a point.
After a few minutes, you found yourself at the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledore announce the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everybody increasingly getting excited as his speech went on. The excitement reached its peak as piles of fresh food appeared in front of you and everybody dug into the feast.
“Oh how I missed this food,” you groaned, piling food into your mouth. George hummed in agreement as he piled more potatoes into his mouth. You could feel Fred staring at you again but you decided against meeting his gaze this time. Were they going to prank you or something? He was acting so weird.
Shortly after dinner, everybody headed up to their dorms. Despite wanting to hang out together in the common room, the long day of travel and the large feast caught up with the Gryffindors as the students filed up the winding stairs to their rooms. You had just gotten to your room when you realized you left your book in the common room. You turned around and quietly padded down the stairs to retrieve it. You slowed your steps as you saw the twins huddled together on a couch with their backs turned from you.
“Well yes, I’m not disagreeing. Any bloke can see she looks good, so what? I mean, what are you trying to say?” You managed to hear George say as you approached the coffee table.
“Ooh, who looks good? Does someone have a crush?”
The twins jumped as you grabbed your book next to them.
“Bloody hell, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed with wide eyes. George laughed.
“See, you say you’re no longer little, but you’re so tiny your footsteps don’t even make a sound,” George teased, leaning back into the couch and tossing his arm over it. You rolled your eyes.
“You guys just stomp around like ogres, I walk like a normal human. Anyways, I’m heading to bed. Try not to drool over Angelina, Georgie. It’s only the first day back,” you teased as you turned to head up towards the girls dormitory. You heard George let out a loud laugh before hearing a loud slap and more commotion. You just smiled to yourself, oh how you missed those two. You entered your room and placed your book on your bedside table before going to your wardrobe to change.
“I think George likes you,” you nodded to Angelina as she shot up in her bed.
“Really?” She said with a slight smile. You just chuckled. You were so happy to be back.
The weeks flew by and soon the other wizarding schools had arrived. The only thing that sucked about this whole tournament was that there was no quidditch. It was a surprisingly warm November day when you bounded into the common room looking for a certain pair of red heads. You spotted them huddled up in the corner of the room, probably working on one of their pranking products as you had learned of recently.
“You two,” you pointed at the twins as they whipped their heads up, “wanna play quidditch? Two on two, George and Angelina, Me and Fred.” A cheeky grin immediately grew on George’s face as he turned to look at Fred. A more sheepish smile appeared on Fred’s face as he stood up.
“Alright, Y/N, let’s kick some ass.”
The game had turned out to be exactly what the four of you needed in midst of all the school work that was being assigned. You and Fred flew seamlessly together, scoring over and over again on George and Angelina. They were putting up a good front, but your flying skills were outmatched. You had even attracted a small crowd of students by the time the game ended.
“Good game,” you said, landing onto the field and sticking out your hand for Angelina.
“Yes, valiant effort you two,” Fred smirked, shaking Angelina’s hand after you.
“Merlin, Y/N, I forgot how good you are,” Angelina mumbled as she took her defeat in stride.
“Yeah, shes bloody brilliant,” Fred mumbled with a reserved smile. You looked up at him, beaming at the compliment but he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
“Gotta admit it, little one. You sure can fly,” George clapped you on the back before following Angelina off the field.
“We make a good team, Freddie,” you smiled, patting his arm before beginning to walk off the field as well. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Why was Fred acting so weird around you? Did he not like you anymore? He had been so distant this year, choosing to spend his time with George and whenever you came over to join them, he seemed to shut down and become reserved. And Fred had certainly never been reserved before. You shook your head and walked back to your dorm to shower. You decided you’d ask George about it that night.
After dinner, you sat in the common room working on some homework with Angelina. You tried to focus on your assignment, but your eyes kept drifting over to the pair huddled in the corner. How in the world were you going to ask George about Fred when they were always together? As if your prayers had been answered, Fred stood up and walked out of the common room. Your eyes followed him until he disappeared through the portrait hole. You took no time waiting and began to walk over to George.
“Ah, Y/N, what’s up?” George closed whatever he was working on and put his arm over the back of the couch. You took a seat next to him and turned to face him, nervously playing with your sleeves.
“Um, I actually had a question for you,” you stammered, looking up towards the portrait hole to make sure Fred wasn’t coming back.
“Spit it out, Y/N. What’s up? You’re making me worried,” George laughed, scooting closer to you. You cleared your throat.
“Does Fred have a problem with me? I dunno, it just seems like he doesn’t like me around anymore. He’s been acting so weird and I don’t want to bother him if he doesn’t want me hanging out with you guys anymore,” you trailed off, looking down at your legs. George put his arm around your shoulders.
“Y/N, I can promise you that is not the case,” he sighed, “we both love hanging out with you.”
“Really?” You let out a breath and chuckled.
“Yes, really. Merlin, he is such an idiot,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him when Fred walked back into the common room. You looked up and your eyes met his. As he got closer to you and George, his brows furrowed. George took his arm off your shoulders and you shifted your body away from his.
“What are you guys talking about?” Fred questioned, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms over his chest, looking mildly annoyed. Why were his forearms so ripped? You shook your head and cleared your throat.
“I was just bugging him about the herbology assignment, which he hasn’t even started,” you glared at George. It was true that he hadn’t even started the lengthy assignment that was due by the end of the week. George chuckled.
“Did you set it up Freddie?” George questioned, probably about a prank, looking up at his twin. Fred still looked visibly annoyed.
“Yes. I did, but I should’ve made you do it.” Fred said dryly, his jaw clenching slightly. George rolled his eyes. You looked between the twins with a confused expression. You rarely saw them annoyed at each other.
“Alright, well I’m headed upstairs. Goodnight you guys,” you ducked out of the awkward atmosphere and towards Angelina to grab your books.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” George said as Fred sat down in your seat and began to whisper something to George. What was that all about?
A few days went by and Fred was still acting distant. You wondered if George had even said anything to Fred about it. If anything, Fred was avoiding you even more. George tried to give you passing smiles and waves, but anytime he passed you in the halls, Fred would completely ignore you. Even at dinner, he would rarely engage in conversation with you and you were starting to feel really hurt. After this particular night where he purposefully avoided your gaze the entire dinner, you were actually angry at him. He’d been acting so weird all year and then as soon as you talked to George about it, he started completely ignoring you. That night, you left your dorm and stomped up to the twins room. You knocked on the door and stood there with your arms crossed waiting until George opened it. He looked taken aback by your angry presence.
“I need to talk to Fred, alone.” You stated. George gulped and turned to Lee.
“Let’s go to the common room,” he grabbed Lee and pushed past you. Fred was now looking at you from his bed. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. It looked half scared and half the nonchalant expression he’d been giving you the past few days.
“What the fuck is your problem with me?” You stomped over the his bed where he sat. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms.
“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. What are you talking about?” He shrugged as he looked up at you nonchalantly, but you could see his jaw tensing.
“Are you serious right now, Fred? You know exactly what I’m been talking about. You’ve been avoiding me all week, ever since I talked to George about you. I don’t know if he even mentioned it to you, but I thought you didn’t like me anymore! He told me that wasn’t true, but now I’m not too sure anymore! You’ve been acting like a prat all week!” You were fuming at this point. You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to pretend like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.
“That’s not fuckimg true! I told you I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N,” he jumped up off the bed and stalked towards you, “why can’t you just take my word for it?” His height became apparent as he loomed over you. You only stood up straighter and kept your arms crossed.
“Well then what’s your problem? Why don’t you like hanging out with me anymore? Why are you avoiding me?” You questioned, your anger slowly seeping away and being replaced with the hurt you’d been feeling. Fred sighed, his posture relaxing as he saw your eyes fill with sadness. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I do like hanging out with you, Y/N. Merlin, I’ve been missing spending time with you, I just…” he trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor.
“You just what, Fred? Since when are you so shy?” You asked genuinely. That only made Fred groan and run his hands roughly through his hair again.
“Since I started liking you! Since you showed up on the platform looking like that and now I can’t even look at you without thinking you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” the words tumbled out of his mouth and left you standing there with your mouth open. Did he just say he likes you? Did he just call you beautiful? “I miss playing quidditch with you and coming up with pranks together but fuck, Y/N. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I want to be with you.” You stood still for what felt like a long time. Were you dreaming right now? Your brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. I mean, Fred was standing in front of you, confessing his feelings to you in a very real way. But you’d been friends for so long. What if this ruined everything? But he was standing right in front of you with his messy hair and his freckled face and his furrowed brows and he just looked so good and he was finally talking to you again and
“Oh, fuck it,” you breathed out, closing the space between the two of you. You were kissing him. And it felt so good. He groaned into your lips as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body as his lips worked against your own. Your hands tangled in his red locks as you pulled at his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands slid up your body until he held your cheeks. He kissed you softly one more time before pulling back. You face was blushed red as you stared up at him with wide eyes. He finally let out a breathy laugh and his lips curved up into a crooked smile.
“You’re so cute, fuck,” he laughed, still holding your face in his large hands, “I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a prat. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But after kissing you, fuck, I should’ve ruined it a long time ago.”
“I just wish you would’ve told me earlier. Had I known you liked me, I could’ve had you kissing me all year,” you smirked as you walked him to the edge of his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you down with him.
“Let’s make up for lost time then,” Fred whispered as he pulled you to his lips. You groaned as you straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. This man knew how to use his tongue.
“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands found their way to your ass. He chuckled as his grabbed your hips.
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you bent over your luggage on the platform,” he breathed out with a smirk as he slapped your ass. You gasped and hit his chest.
“Freddie!” You scolded, but it didn’t last long as he pulled you back to his mouth, making you moan as his thumbs rubbed over your hip bones.
“Bloody hell,” you heard someone say from the door. You gasped and pulled away from Fred only to see George standing in the doorway with his jaw wide open. Fred’s smirked stayed plastered on his face and his grip held you tight on his lap.
“Sorry Georgie, think you can give us a few more minutes? We’re still talking.”
Fred goes to work with his father and comes home with a muggle Polaroid camera, deciding the best use of it would be to take horrendous pictures of his girlfriend.
Fred x fem!Muggleborn reader, established relationship, reader gets red, house and age not specific, tooth rotting fluff bc I love lovesick Fred, 1.2 k words
Being a muggleborn at the Weasley household was an experience, to say the least.
In the last week since you’ve been at the Burrow, you’ve explained what rubber ducks are for, how to operate a microwave, and Pythagorean theorem.
Today Aurthur took the boys to work with him, so you were currently helping Molly cook dinner.
You had yet to understand the witchy way of cooking, so you were stuck mixing a bowl by hand while Molly sent knives, pots, and pasta flying all across the room.
You ducked a flying cutting board right as the group of rowdy boys entered the front door, your boyfriends voice in particular carrying over the noise of clattering dish ware.
“Honey, we’re home.” Aurthur calls, and Molly meets them all at the door, asking you to ‘keep an eye on’ the multitude of activity in the kitchen.
You look around with wide eyes, imagining all the magical pots dropping to the floor and spoons stopping their stirring, Molly walking in and wondering how you were so incompetent that you would never be able to cook and therefore would be a horrible wife to her son.
You’re only snapped out of your reverie by a flash of light in your eyes, and you tumble back to your current environment— all the dishes are still floating, the spoons were still moving, and Fred was staring at you with a giant grin on his face.
“Hi Freddie!” You light up at the sight of your boyfriend, but don’t allow his attempt at hugging you, too focused on not disappointing your (hopefully) future mother-in-law.
“They’re not gonna stop working unless mom makes them, these things are always going.”
But you refuse to budge, and Molly walks in to see you holding your boyfriend away with one hand on his chest while you continue trying to stir with the other.
She lets out a laugh, telling Fred to leave you alone and go wash up before dinner.
“One kiss? Pleaseeee?” He gives you puppy eyes, and your face goes bright red.
“Not in front of your parents!” You hiss, but he steals a one anyway before running up the stairs and out of the way of the punch you tried to throw at him.
Molly pretends not to have seen, and you let your face cool down before asking what she wants you to do next.
Fifteen minutes later you’re sat at the large table, sandwiched between the twins while Ron talks to you from across the table.
“It was pretty fun, and we all got muggle souvenirs afterward, can you explain to me what this is?” He asks, holding up a PEZ dispenser with a cartoon character head on top.
You laugh, explaining how to get the candy out and watching as a few of the Weasley’s around the table stop to watch, Aurthur positively beaming at the discovery.
“Take a bite before dad can ask you something,” Fred whispers urgently in your ear, and you go to say something back but see Aurthur open his mouth on the other side of the table and you quickly scoop as much pasta into your mouth as you can fit.
You hear Fred laugh at you, and you turn to give him a glare; although it’s less scary due to the copious amounts of noodle hanging out of your mouth.
A flash once again momentarily blinds you, and you finally realize what it is when you see the small Polaroid camera in your boyfriend’s hand.
You go to yell at him, but still have pasta in your mouth so you settle for an angry groan and another smack to his arm.
You watch in horror as a piece of film comes out of the camera, which your boyfriend takes gingerly and looks at expectantly as it develops.
You finally manage to swallow your large bite, and you snatch the photo from his grasp, immediately being greeted by your own face, round with food in your cheeks and wide eyes while strands of pasta hang down your chin and sauce sits on the corners of your mouth.
“Freddie,” you groan in annoyance, but he just takes the photo back from your hands and looks at it proudly.
“It’s a lovely representation of you, darling.”
“It is not!!”
George is laughing too, and you turn back to your plate, trying not to think about the fact that your boyfriend now has two horrible pictures of you for keepsakes.
You try to help clean up after dinner, but Molly insists that someone else does it since you helped cook, so you head upstairs to your boyfriend’s room while Ron and Ginny grumble.
“Evening, love,” Fred greets as you enter the twins’ room.
“Y/n,” George greets as well, tipping his nonexistent hat to you before turning his back to you so he can start a letter to Angelina.
Your boyfriend uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I missed you today.” He mumbles into your hair.
“It wasn’t even a full day,” you laugh, the sound muffled by his chest.
He scoffs, sitting down on his bed and pulling you onto his lap.
“So what, I’m not allowed to miss my girl?”
You feel your cheeks warming at the claim of being his, and you give him a teasing smile, “well when you say it like that..”
Before you can even move there’s another flash and you immediately groan, burying your head into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.
“I’m really starting to resent your dad for getting you that.”
You feel his shoulders shake with laughter, but all he says is “I think it’s my second favorite possession.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, pulling back so he can see it.
“Second favorite?”
“Yep. After these pictures.” He grins, now holding up all three photos he’s taken of you since being home.
“Why can’t you just take pictures like a normal person?” You ask, looking at the two new photos, the one from earlier of you with a wooden spoon in your hand and eyes looking around while bowls float around your head, and the newest one of you sat on Fred’s legs with pink cheeks and a grin on your face.
“Normal people don’t get to keep your happy face in their pockets though, now do they?”
You watch as he puts the photos back, and you melt at the thought of your boyfriend wanting to document your joy to keep as his own.
“I’m always wearing my happy face when I’m around you, Freddie.”
He grins (ignoring George’s gagging) and pulls you down onto his bed, smothering you in kisses until he can no longer keep himself up and your face is brighter than his hair.
“Guess I’ll have to get more film then.”
And he does.
In fact, by the time you get back to Hogwarts from the holidays he’s got a whole wall of polaroids .
You in his Christmas sweater with a proud smile on your face and an F across your chest, you being squeezed by his mother in the worlds tightest hug, you on a broom in his backyard and a quaffle in your arms, you asleep on his bed, even one of you puckering up as if to give the camera a kiss.
And no matter how many times he looks at them, Fred still stares at the photos with a lovesick smile on his face, absolutely in awe at the ability to capture pictures that are so you, so full of light and love that he feels like the luckiest man on Earth to get to be yours.
Summary: A summer beneath the heat allows you to bask in your pent-up feelings for Fred Weasley. But there's something holding you back. Is it really that wrong to fall for your best friends brother
Universe: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature
Warnings: a few spicy shots of Fred
Blue skies filled the air, clouds were nowhere to be seen. The flowers sought water as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were quick to replenish their soil, and the garden gnomes longed for shade as they huddled beneath a leafy tree. The blazing sun sent everyone into a heat stroke, but it was nothing like the effects of Fred Weasley.
You watched as he launched a quaffle through Ron's hoop, his muscles flexing as he did so. His forehead was lined up in a bead of sweat, while his large hands gripped the broomsticks, his smooth, toned abdomen perfectly glistening beneath the sun. He was quick to tug off his shirt when the game had first begun, leaving nothing to your imagination. It was rather annoying that one look from him was all you needed to send your heart rate sky high. You couldn't help but stare, his quidditch physique body was fucking perfect.
Faint laughter pulled you out from your daze as you finally turned around to find the culprits. Ginny and Hermione were giggling like mad at the sight of you. You felt your face grow warm, not doubting that you were a bright sade of pink.
"Ron's not gonna be real happy, Ginny teased, sipping on her glass of sweet tea.
Hermione began to laugh, "Seriously, y/n his older brother?"
"What in merlins name are you two on about?" You almost winced, you were a terrible liar.
"Don't be daft, y/n you were practically drooling" Ginny chimed, falling into another chim as your face turned blood red. You were positive you looked sunburnt by now.
"What's so funny?" Ron exclaimed, joining the three of you with his broom in his hand. The game was officially over, and the twins were sure to follow.
You sent daggers to Ginny's way.
"Probably your shitty plays," George mused, ruffling Ron's hair until it stood up from all ends. You noticed Hermione's cheeks like she wasn't exactly subtle either.
"I'll race you lot to the showers!" Another voice called out.
You froze right on the spot, your eyes farting everywhere but the sexy man before you. You cleared your throat, trying to return all of your senses back to your body. It was not working.
Ron's eyebrows thread together. He tilted his head to the side, asking you if you were alright. You nodded quickly, prompting him to continue his silent interrogation.
You felt his eyes burning holes into your forehead, praying to Merlin that Ginny would keep her face shut.
"Kids! Time for dinner!" Molly called, beckoning you all inside through the window.
You sucked in a breath when Fred stretched as Fred stretched, beginning to pull his shirt back on over his head. You felt your knees buckle.
Then suddenly, you were speeding through the tall grass, ignoring the confused looks that were bound to take place behind you.
Ron scratched his head as he watched you enter the burrow, growing more confused when his sister toppled over in laughter.
"What the bloody hell is going on?"
You found yourself, sighing finally content under the ruby sheets of Ginny's bed. Her walls were covered in posters, many of which featured the Chudley Cannons and the Holyhead Harpies. You also spotted The Cranberries and other muggle bands that Hermione introduced you too. There wasn't an inch of wall that was left bare.
Chatting with the girls had been going well. They seemed to have forgotten about the events of the afternoon, indulging in their shared bag of sweets while also discussing their plans for the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. But when three readheads had decided to join you, two of which being the identical twins, you felt your heart begin to race once more.
Ron took the seat next to you, slightly offering you one of his chocolate frogs. You took it gratefully, sending him a smile in thanks. You could always rely on your best friend.
Sitting quietly between them all, you kept to yourself as they made conversation. You knew that if you opened your mouth even just an inch all eyes would be on you. After the stunt you pulled, you were sure that you would be bombarded with questions. And you did not have a death wish.
You found your eyes studying Fred, who was animatedly chatting with his brother. As usual, he and George seemed very excited to share about one of their newest joke products. You admired the dips and curves of his features, tracing each one of his freckles with your eyes. His smile caused your heart to flutter, and your lips to curve upward as well.
You jumped slightly when his eyes met yours.
His smile turned into a lazy smirk, that of a child who knows just how much trouble they've caused. He didn't look away, keeping his warm gaze on you as though he was enjoying the effect he had. You would have turned away, but the fear, the fear that was bubbling up in your chest left you panicking in your place. You were although rather glad when George wacked Fred up the side of his head.
"Oi!" Fred groaned, turning to his twin brother. "What was that for you git?"
"Ronald here, was asking you a question," George teased. You didn't miss the suggestive eyebrow wiggle he sent you. He was obviously amused.
Ron repeated his question. "How do you plan on opening the shop?"
"We've got tricks up our sleeves Ronniekins. Don't you even worry about us"
You giggled as Fred ruffled Ron's shaggy hair. Hiding in your blush as you munched on another chocolate frog. But you didn't miss the grin that Fred had sent you.
And unbeknownst to you, neither did Ron.
It had been five days. Five days of just sitting by the pond and admiring his soaking wet hair. Five days of staying up late after bed, just to hear Fred strumming on his guitar from across the hall. Five days of Fred's merciless, taunting, beautiful honey brown gaze.
You thought you would be a goner by now. Practically dropping dead when you caught him exiting the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist.
But here you are, still living and breathing. Under the same roof as Fred Weasley.
You leaned your head into your palm, thinking hard before making your move on the chess board before you. You were seated uncomfortably on the living room floor, Ron on the other end while anxiously drumming his fingers against the coffee table.
"Queen to ES" you ordered, smiling proudly when you took out his knight. You looked up to bask in his downfall. But you were surprised, Ron didn't look defeated.
"You okay?" You chuckled, noticing the way he vigorously nodded his head. He, too was a shitty liar.
You sent him a knowing look as he manually moved his piece.
"You can be scary sometimes, did you know that?"
You only smiled, watching curiously as he turned around to examine his surroundings. He must have had a huge secret to tell.
"I know," he began, sending you a faint smirk.
You stared at him blankly, slowly tilting your head.
He rolled his eyes. "I mean, I know, I know about Fred."
Your eyes went wide, causing his smirk to grow. You felt as though your limbs had caught fire.
"Fred? What are you talking about, Ron?" You mumbled, ignoring his eyes as you reached to move your knight. Ron stopped you.
"It's okay," he smiled, casually sliding the game to the end of the table. He leaned forward on his elbows.
"If you think that I'm going to stop you, I won't," he continued, "although, it will always bewilder me that Fred, my brother, the boy who farted on the train in our first year, is the bloke you have chosen," He teased.
You spit out a laugh, thinking back on the found memory. 11 year old you would not believe that "Farting Fredrick" had become the most charming boy in all of Hogwarts. He was remembered as the boy who had vandalized the portraits and locked Filch in broom cupboards. But he was no longer the dork who would snuck bogey flavored beans into your Honeydukes bag and he had you falling hard.
"You know he fancies you too?" Ron chuckled, twirling his wand between his fingers. "I heard with George last night. He wouldn't shut up about you"
Peering out the window with wide eyes, you found a tall ginger sitting out in the yard. And that was all you needed to hear before racing out the door.
You took a deep breath in when you found him, having to remind yourself to stay calm in his presence. His hair was windswept, reminding you of the many times he would race down the corridors of the school. He seemed deep in thought, making the same twisted face that he would often do when he was designing new prank products. You absolutely adored it.
To your surprise, it wasn't very difficult to see Fred in a new light. It was as though you always thought him to be charming and handsome. Maybe these feelings were locked away somewhere. Or maybe you were just too terrified to let them free.
With a shaky breath, you marched over to his spot on the old, creaky bench.
Fred's eyes shot up, smiling when he found you. It was less cheeky then it usually was. You took that as a good sign.
"Why Hi, there," Fred chuckled, craning his head to get a better look at you, you often hid behind your hair, but he was quick to tuck it away. You felt your face heat immediately. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
You felt a nervous laughter bubble in your chest. "You looked a little lonely."
"You sure you didn't just miss me?" Fred teased, shuffling closer to your side. "I am, of course quite the entertainer."
You rolled your eyes, opting to smile into the evening breeze.
"I have a secret." You mumbled, not daring to face him. "But I'll only tell you if you tell me a secret of your own."
You heard Fred laugh from beside you, feeling a sense of relief when he agreed.
If your theory was correct, and you were praying to Merlin that it was, Fred would confess everything that Ron had heard the night before. And it would be the end of the cat and mouse game.
"One," you began, trying to calm your racing heart. It didn't help that he was staring.
"Two," he continued biting back his smile.
"Three!"
"I can't stop thinking about you!"
"I've fancied you since my third year!"
You felt your eyes go wide, your mouth dropping open as your heart hammered against your chest. You weren't sure if you had heard him right. Since his third year?
And that was it for you two. It seemed as though you each seized the moment, pulling the other impossibility close as you closed the gap between you. It was passionate but soft, the way first kisses should be. And it felt good to finally know the feeling of his broad shoulders and large hands.
It was like he was chiselled by Godric himself.
He pulled back slightly, donning a dreamy smile as he mumbled against your lips, "we have an audience."
Your head whipped around, gasping as you found Ron, Ginny, Hermione and George gossiping through the window. You heard Ron scoff, shouting something along the lines of "if you hurt her I will bloody murder you!" Through the glass.
You giggled like a young school girl, turning to have Fred's breath clash with yours. You could finally admire his honey brown eyes from up close.
"Like what you see?" He smiled pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek.
