in which y/n l/n is a certified gryffindor scaredy cat who bumps into fred in his shop, gets scared by a product, and catches the eye of a ginger headed monster. he takes an interest in her and invites her to watch a horror movie at his place to prove a point.
fred weasley x fem!reader
word count: ±1.3k
tw: horror movies, scary things, darkness, clowns
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- when playing it cool doesn't work
don't let him know
she was pretty sure he knew she would freak the hell out of her pants if she ever saw a picture of a killer clown. yet the stupid fearless annoying guy who laughed in her face when she got slightly paranoid about the darkness caused by the peruvian dark stuff insisted. in the most annoying way.
he knew she would freak the hell out. sure, she had been a gryffindor and a pretty well-known one, but she was probably just trying to be strong. plus, he liked her.
anyway.
y/n knocks at the door to a very interesting apartment. it has straight white walls and a dark oak door.
"ready to be a scaredy cat?" fred opens it with a grin.
y/n rolls her eyes, "no. i told you, the powder was just a little surprising, that's all."
fred would have completely believed her easy tone if it wasn't for the memory of her panicked voice calling out, "mister gingerman? uh, this is kinda a problem!!!" to him.
he put on 'it', settling back into the couch as she took off of her shoes and pulled her jacket closer to her.
"why's it so cold in here?" she shivers.
"is it?" fred's lips are smirking, "cold and scared?"
"oh shut up. i'm just saying."
truth is, she is cold, and she is scared. but fred likes the company of brave and ruthless women, she knows. he probably wouldn't even want to be her friend if he knew she was scared by spiders and death and murders.
she hops onto the couch, thankful that there's a blanket waiting for her. ignoring the way it smells of the ginger head next to her, she pulls it to her chin. y/n grabs a handful of popcorn and gulps it down as the movie begins.
she's utterly terrified. her eyes are wide with fear, her fingers trembling. a mild jumpscare appears and she shrinks. fred's engrossed watching her scared figure tremble, but he notices that she's very very embarrassed and decides it's not right, putting his amazing broadway acting to use.
he shivers as the clown comes on again, faking a scared look.
"h-hey, y/n, can we c-change the movie?" he asks meekly, lying.
she nods far too eagerly, "yeah!" she's thankful that she doesn't have to admit she's scared.
"o-okay."
he switches it quickly to 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S'. it's cute and light.
he feels her relax tenfold beside him. a smile is painted across her lips. she's laughing, and her eyes are no longer fearful.
fred decides he likes this much more than the scared version of her.
she turns her head awkwardly as a kissing scene comes up and fred can't help but laugh, shamelessly watching chandler and monica snog.
"seriously?" he chuckles.
"it just feels like the moment should be theirs. like we shouldn't be here- oh another one? can they NOT keep their hands off of each other?!!!"
he laughs, but it's drowned out by her laughter as phoebe says something utterly bonkers.
she's clapping, laughing uncontrollably. and he folds his arms.
because of course he's jealous. he wants to make her laugh like that, not a stupid movie character.
and as the clock ticks by, he notices her become drowsier and drowsier. finally, she slumps asleep, head supported by arm.
he thinks of moving her to the guest room but decides that if she does have nightmares, which would be completely his problem, she probably needed to wake in a more alive room. so he gently sweeps her up, and gently puts her in his bed, tucking the covers under her chin as she smiles subconsciously.
"scaredy cat, huh?" he whispers fondly.
"'m not," she automatically flounders, "you're stupid, big clown."
he finds her sleep talking utterly adorable. he can't think of why she would think being a scaredy cat is a bad thing. it's okay to have fears.
a boost of confidence suddenly runs through him as he realises she might want him to think she's tough and strong, trying to get him to at least like her as a friend.
his lips quirk into an odd smile at the very thought.
that would explain her embarrassed expression. and the way she suppressed her shivering.
but that also meant she wasn't comfortable around him. he frowns.
unable to resist, he pokes her shoulder continuously. she rolls around, annoyed and grumbling in her sleep, trying to dodge the poking.
finally, her eyes open wide, before her form relaxes as she realises a fire isn't actually happening.
"y/n?"
"mhm?"
"do you not feel very comfy with me?"
y/n ponders the question, "why?"
"well- you kinda seem on edge?"
"on edge?"
"like you're tryna hide something."
"huh?" y/n doesn't really want to explain it all to him, it seems really silly to her.
"i don't mind if you're scared of stuff, really," he smirks, "i find it cute."
"uh-erm, i-" she's rendered speechless, spluttering, "it's not cute! i'm a gryffindor, for godric's sake!"
"well, not all gryffindors need to be brave."
she narrows her eyes, flipping over with her back to fred, "now you're just insulting my womanhood."
"not all gryffindors need to be brave in an obvious way," he offers.
"that's a lil bit better. i-, i still wanna be brave and not fearful, but it's hard, if you know what i mean?"
his expression is bewildered, "wha?"
"never mind. so you don't really mind?"
"love, it's not a big deal."
she wonders if it's traditional english custom for all the people to call all the other people 'love'. apparently though, where she comes from, it's a mocking thing.
people say it when they go, "hey, love, stop being a jerk, won't you?" and "lovely, shut up." and "do us a favour and stop your ignorance, won't you, love?". it's meant as a sarcastic term.
so when fred says it ever so casually she nods and returns to her dreams. the problem is, she can't. the image of the clown is still imprinted in her head. fred's scribbling things down on a little desk.
she doesn't want to disturb him, so she quietly begins daydreaming. daydreaming about a nice love story.
sirius and remus would look good together, she muses, having seen pictures of the two standing side by side a little younger.
and sometimes, she thinks, a little creepily, of what it'd be like to have fred love her.
a small smile is on her lips as she creates little tales and images in her mind about the couples in her life.
cuties, she thinks about harry and ginny, guess the potter men have a thing for redheads. but redheads are kinda cute. ginny has the most beautiful features, ron has the nicest eyelashes, george has angie's love? if that counted- she chuckles to herself.
blushing a little, she admits in her head that fred has cute freckles, and whenever he wasn't up to no good, he has this sweet little smile on his lips.
percy's smart, charlie's got nice tattoos and bill has the best hair.
the exchange in her head doesn't go unnoticed by fred. he's confused by the little sighs of dramatic happiness she lets out and smirks. when a dainty blush paints over her cheeks he's got to say something.
"thinking of me, love?"
she really isn't listening, so she hums a "mmm" back and he laughs.
"you are?"
"huh?" her eyes snap back and she frowns.
"i asked," he says slowly, "if you were thinking of me."
she gives an awkward laugh, "nope! not at all! good try!"
and that, followed by another blush, is reason to fred that she might just be thinking about him.
"hey, y/n?"
"yeah?"
"i think about you a lot, too. probably more than you think of me."
in which george bets fred 5 galleons that he cannot score a date with the elusive y/n l/n. he agrees, before falling heavily in love with them.
fred weasley x gn!reader
word count: ± 1.6k
tw: angsty, but super fluffy at the end
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silly games lead to sillier heartbreak
love is a ruthless game
unless you play it good and right
and it was all a bet
you couldn't believe it when fred weasley started talking to you. sure, he was a social butterfly, but you were as mysterious as it got.
you both discovered that you had a lot in common, and you found yourself being more drawn to the reckless redhead, who threw you winks and smirks that made your heart pitter patter like the rain.
it had to be obvious, it had to be. and he knew too. he would purposefully say things to make your cheeks heat up and your expression to change to one of flusteredness.
sometimes you would think maybe he liked you back? maybe he wanted to kiss you and love you the same way you wanted to do to him, but he was fred weasley. he was known to charm the pants off anyone no matter who they were.
"hey, y/n!!" you heard the voice of fred from all the way up on the stairs that led to the potions classroom.
you wave back and he grins as you catch up to him.
"good morning, freddie," you greet him, "hi george!! how's it going?"
george nods, "good."
"yeah! we've just developed a new product!" fred fishes out a pastille, "wanna try?"
you shake your head. "i'll skip."
he grins at you, "good choice," and you feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of love again, pushing past him to go and sit with angelina to hide the blatancy of the words of adoration written between the parting of your lip.
this absolute infatuation turns into something more as you see him stooping down to help a first year who's spilled all her books and seems to be quite distraught, her situation is fixed with a casual flick of his wand and a few bluntly put jokes which causes the girl to giggle.
he points to the transfiguration classroom, before walking ever so effortlessly away, whistling a merry tune before being hit on the head by snape, ('quiet down george!' 'i'm fred!!!') and cheekily sticking out his tongue at the potions' professor.
over the next few weeks, you can't hide it anymore without giving yourself away. so you decide to tell him in a sophisticated and sensible way.
you've recited what you're going to say over and over again, and as you step into the gryffindor common room you spot him immediately. he's smiling to himself, head seemingly in the clouds as a fierce red paints over his freckled face, like he's admiring a picture in his mind.
you head over to him, sitting down next to him.
"o-oh, y/n, fancy seeing you here!"
you laugh, "it's a common room, fred, where else would i be? snape's storeroom?"
he laughs, the blush never fading as you tilt your head enquiringly at him.
"is anything the matter?"
"n-no, not at all," he rubs the back of his neck. he's smiling sheepishly now.
"alright then. i wanted to tell you something."
"yeap?"
"could we go somewhere a little more private??" you fiddle with your hands.
he seems to understand, "of course, lee and george and i always go up to this little corner off of the tower, here."
he leads you to a secluded corner, before looking at you encouragingly.
"i kinda might be in love with you," you blurt out and he smiles.
it's not a grin, or a smirk, it's a smile. a genuine one.
"well, i might love you too-"
"oi- fred! have you forgotten the bet?" lee's voice can be heard.
"yeah, remember you have to get l/n to fall in love with you!" a second voice joins the snickering.
"five galleons is a lot, isn't it, georgie?"
you feel your heart plummet as you shakily stand up, walking briskly and furiously out of the common room, fiercely wiping away any tears that even dare to brim in the crevices of your eyes.
fred calls after you, but you ignore him.
he was just about to tell you he loved you too, but what was all this? a game. a stupid bet that made you the target. what was it about you that was so gullible?
he just wanted the galleons, you think, what a jerk.
you're angry at him. angry at lee and george. angry at yourself, for ever believing in their gimmicks. sad because there was no way he'd ever love you, bet or not. bitter that it took five galleons to get you two talking. envious of how easily he can just do it. just make a girl fall in love with you. tell her you love her back. like 1 2 3. clockwork.
you're sobbing into your pillow as you shake uncontrollably. the room around you feels cold and empty. a few of your dormmates peer concernedly over at you but you shake your head.
exhausted, you drift asleep, not even bothering to change your clothes or take a shower.
the next morning, it all seems drab. usually your day starts off well, but today? you're reminded that instead of the sun shining nicely and the clouds drifting lullingly, that there was a bet.
one that made your mind go wild. one that made salty tears fill up in your eyes. one that made you feel little and disgusting.
he notices a change in you. the light in your eyes is artificial and fake. there are heavy bags under your eyes and you pick at your food.
"hey-"
"you can have the five galleons," you blankly stare at him, passing him five gold coins, "now please, move."
"no, no, i wanted to explain the situation."
"i get the situation," you tone is cold and harsh, "now, move."
fred sighs, "i won't until you let me explain myself."
you stonily stare at him, "i have potions."
"we both know you don't. look, it's true, it was a bet. george and lee bet me that i couldn't get you to fall in love with me at first. and, i, being the stubborn person i am, took it on. and i-i'm glad i did. you're really beautiful and i found myself thinking about you a lot and falling in love with you eventually, regardless of the bet."
"stop playing with my feelings. i've given you the galleons, congratulations. your bet was successful. do you know how happy i was when you were going to tell me my feelings were reciprocated? and do you know how much it hurt when the guys stormed in and wiped it all away? and do you know how it's like a knife is stabbing me in the heart when you come up with these lies? the bet is over. celebrate. and most importantly, stay away from me."
fred flinches at your words. "please, lovely-"
"stop," tears flow down your cheeks, "please stop. just promise me one thing, okay?"
"mhm?"
"never do it to another girl. play all the pranks you want on teachers, friends, but never ever try to lie your way through relationships," you smile painfully, "and stop with your jokes, they're funny. but stop. because they hurt."
"whatever do you mean?"
"y'know, the bet's over, you can stop trying to make it better. you won," you walk away, "you don't like me, and i like you, you got what you wanted."
fred knows you won't believe him unless he does something about his feelings.
so he greets you everyday and accompanies you to your dorm room every night, even if none of it is acknowledged by you. he slips little love letters in your pockets that you pretend to not see but in truth, you just want him to stop trying to make things better, especially because you know he couldn't be genuine.
he leaves sugar quills in your bag and braids your hair when you find it too annoying, as long as you agree to it begrudgingly.
fred gives you compliments which can't possibly be truthful. he sits next to you in classes and takes extra notes for you.
as he's playing with your fingers on the quidditch pitch, you decide you're sick of this behaviour, so you sigh.
"fred, why are you doing this?"
his lips curve into a smile as he realises that you're not asking him to stop.
"'cause you don't believe that i love you."
"okay. i believe it. now will you stop? seriously, you don't need to do this if you feel bad. i'm over it."
"are you really over it?"
"no," you mumble quietly, "i don't get how you can just make someone fall in love with you and then it's a bet and you're still trying to make them fall in love with you," you say defeatedly, "i'm in love with you, okay? now please," you beg him, "stop."
"when will you ever realise that i'm genuine, lovely?"
"well you'll probably announce that it's another bet! i don't want to be hurt, okay?"
"but i'll never ever hurt you," his tone is quiet and sure, "if i hurt you, i hurt me. i promise. i really really adore you. please, i know i've been a jerk but i'm sorry and please, give me a chance?"
you ponder it, "okay," you whisper.
his face splits into a grin and he moves to hug you but hesitates.
"can i?"
you nod. he holds you close, planting a kiss on your cheek. you blush, hiding your face into the crook of his neck and he laughs.
"i am truly sorry, my love."
"it's okay."
"nonsense. i'll make it my life goal to make you happy."
"that's a silly life goal, i'm already quite content with the life i have," you cheekily quip.
"well i know for a fact people find themselves laughing a lot more around me-" you roll your eyes, "so yes, happier. happiest."
"ah yes, truly the greatest thing about you is the size of your massive ego."
"mhm, but won't you listen? you make me ten times happier, and i think that matters a lot, doesn't it?" he says smoothly.
in which y/n reconsiders her acquaintanceship with fred weasley and in which george cannot seem to let it go. one of fred's fangirls goes mad.
fred weasley x fem!reader
word count: ±2.6k
tw: bullying, blood
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george was giving her no mercy. ever since y/n had decided to tell george he looked quite good with a certain someone, george had made it his one living wish to pair her up with anyone and everyone. well, not exactly everyone, just his twin brother.
now, y/n didn't have a problem with it. she didn't mind, nor really care. she was just afraid that fred would think that she liked him. that would be disastrous, really.
"oooh, fred and y/n-"
"oh hush george, that's disgusting."
"i'm telling you, you guys have the spark!!" george cried out.
"george! what the hell, don't! just because i shipped you with a cute girl does not mean you need to feel obliged to do the same!!"
"if it helps, fred identifies as a male."
"stop!" y/n covered her ears.
"if it also helps, he's ugly."
"okay now i'd like to focus on legitimate things, like you and angie!!"
"c'mon, that's old news. i've got a thing for her, yeah, whatever, just don't tell her. but you and fred? i saw you two sitting together at the same table in potions-"
"i was saving the spot for hannah!"
"that may be true, but your vibes are so nice. the way you two are so wrapped in your own world and when you got coughs he looked at you so concernedly."
"i was coughing rather loudly, george! i myself was concerned!"
"mhm keep telling yourself that, l/n."
"i do not need to brainwash myself, george, i'm telling you-"
"do you think fred is cute?"
"in what way?"
"there are many?"
"physically cute, yeah, you are too, it's like seeing a pretty person and going 'hey they're adorable!'. substance wise, no. he's silly."
"silly?"
"yes! i barely know him!"
"well okay, you can get to know him?"
"no!! that's not necessary!"
"afraid you'll fall?"
"yes, trip over the stupid grin he always carries."
"so you do notice him!"
"i'm not blind! he's always causing ruckus too."
george laughs, picking up the gadget he was fiddling with.
he adds ominously after a couple of silent seconds, "good morrow."
"george, what the hell?"
he just smirks evilly. the next day y/n finds herself talking to many girls about fred...?
"hi marissa!" prudence waves at her.
"uh, it's y/n?"
"oh, lol, nice name, y/n."
"how are you?" y/n's brows are furrowed.
"well i heard there's a new ship around town, you and fred."
"there is?"
"there is. don't act dumb, you created it."
"what? no, no, you must be mistaken, prudence, i barely know the guy!"
"there's still rumours going 'round. and i know it isn't true, he would never go for a girl like you."
"meaning?"
"y'know, ugly, boring."
"what type of girl would he go for then?"
"someone pretty and fun."
y/n nods slowly, "and it never occurred to you that both ugliness and boringness are completely subjective things? don't listen to what people say, pru, it's built up on a throne of lies. i wish you the best with fred and all the boys who are so obviously head over heels for you."
prudence is speechless, "i-"
"close your mouth before you really start to sound stupid," y/n grits her teeth, clutching her bag closer to her as she travels to the potions classroom.
hannah's sitting with zacharias. y/n waves to her, sighing, before setting her stuff down on a different table.
a bang soon entered the classroom. snape sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before coldly glaring at the two ginger twins who were grinning.
"mr weasley and mr weasley, take a seat," he drawls.
they immediately sit at a desk.
"at different desks."
y/n hears the careless noise of a chair dragging against the floor and sighs.
"how do you like the rumours?" fred asks carefully, twirling his quill between his fingers with a casual expression.
"absolutely brilliant, they are so splendid that i am thinking of writing a biography about it all," y/n dryly says.
"that's brilliant!"
"does it not trouble you?"
"nope, everyone wants me anyway."
y/n rolls her eyes, "of course they do. george didn't even think about how this would affect me! i've gotten death threats over this silly little thing."
"death threats? from who?" fred's expression is worried.
"i don't kiss and tell."
"..."
"it's an expression! i don't receive death threats and tell. your fanbase is too pretty and too deathly," she shudders.
"jealous?"
"of stupidity? never."
"if it helps, i'm kinda annoyed by them too."
"c'mon, imagine having a billion girls pine over you. that's almost enviable. at least you won't have to worry about getting a date to a party or an event."
"you have?"
"oh no, i'm some mindnumbingly beau-tiful that all the boys are falling to my feet with bouquets of roses," sarcasm drips from her tone.
"you could be a writer, y'know," fred suggests.
"nup, i switch hobbies too easily. i would write a book, give up, then pick up broomstick handling or some crap."
"i think your hobby should be loving me," fred winks and y/n scoffs.
"and get a lifetime of delinquency and disgusting ginger? no thank you <3," she retorts.
"no seriously."
"no thank you. it sounds absolutely terrible."
"quiet now, class," snape shoots a pointed look at fred and y/n.
every now and then as snape has his eyes on a potion, fred tucks little notes into y/n's pockets. she's too busy scribbling to notice.
at the end of the lesson, he's tucked at least 15 little love letters in.
she quickly picks up her things to join hannah and zacharias, not noticing anything.
a tap on her shoulder startles her. it's prudence.
"stay away from my fred."
"k."
"no, he's been sending you letters."
"now you're just being silly, prudence-"
true enough, there's a billion little parchment pieces in fred's illegible cursive.
"these are clearly meant for me," prudence sneers.
"take 'em, then."
"not until you stay away."
"the rumours aren't tru-"
prudence has already slapped her, before kicking her repeatedly in the stomach.
"stop! stop!" y/n pushes prudence away, tasting blood in her mouth.
"that'll teach you. filthy homewrecker."
prudence struts away.
y/n can't move. the pain is too much.
she ends up passing out by a pillar. when she's awake, she's still there. she hurls herself up, stumbling into the hospital wing, where madam pomfrey bustles around, tutting random things.
the first person to visit is hannah.
"y/n! what happened??"
"uh, i- don't wanna tell," she mumbles.
"why not?"
"t-this will happen again if i-i do."
"well we'll try stop it then!"
"no point, 'm weak."
tears well up in her eyes as she subtly tries to hide them, turning to the other side of the bed.
"what happened?" hannah's voice was scary.
"i-i bumped into prudence and fred had written me silly little joke love letters and prudence saw them- the rest, they say, is history," she jokes in attempt to lighten the mood.
hannah fumes. she makes for the door, but y/n stops her.
"hannah, it's not worth it."
"no, y/n, she hurt you badly."
"i'm still alive, right?"
"fine. i'll find fred."
"no! hannah please- he doesn't need to know!"
"he'll want to know."
"he'll think i'm weak."
"y/n, we're all a little weak sometimes. but in your heart, you're as strong as the wind."
y/n lets out a smile, "okay then."
she anxiously anticipates the arrival of fred. he strides in, a worried expression etched on his face as he makes a beeline for her.
"lovely, i'm so so sorry, i didn't know it would cause such a thing."
"it's fine, it was all a good laugh anyway. clearly prudence just got jealous, that's normal," y/n hates making people apologise, it's always awkward and weird.
"she hurt you and it's normal?"
"well she's a tad extreme but yeah, whatever."
"and a good laugh?"
"yeah, y'know, cute little prank. shame it ended badly, i wanted to fathom my own reaction to it," y/n didn't even take notice to the words tumbling out of her mouth, just trying to ease the tension that had crept in slowly.
"this is all my fault," fred groaned, burying his head in his hands.
"no, no, it isn't. i can't blame you. don't worry about it at all, just keep on living life."
y/n knows that fred probably feels obliged to check up on her, but it's not necessary at all.
"nonsense. i made this happen. i'll be checking up on you every few lessons."
"it's not needed, i get you feel almost responsible for it, but you're not, you don't need to do that, it's a hassle which i wouldn't want you to go through."
"if anything, you're the one going through something, love," fred says, looking down at y/n with concern.
"yeah, but you don't need to, it just puts more inconvenience on different people, fred."
"well i want to, okay?"
"okay."
he sticks to his word. every so often, he'll pop in after class and give y/n a full recount of the class. his commentary is fast and fleeting, and when he's excited, y/n can tell.
"we're making our own potions for potions," fred says, trying to be as subtle about his excitement about it as he can.
"wowwww, that's so exciting!!"
fred gapes at y/n, "you think it's exciting?"
"of course, who doesn't wanna play with snape's bezoars from ireland?"
fred laughs, "it is exciting!"
"then why did you ask me that?"
"i thought you wouldn't be into potions."
"pfft, i look like a good for nothing princess who can't get her hands dirty? naw. potions is awesome."
"even snape?"
"even snape. he gave me a lilyfield bezoar once!"
"those are so rare!"
"i know right! lilyfield barely sells any of them anymore!"
"what did you use it in?"
"just the simple polyjuice. i would've made the teleportation potion but i couldn't find spider eyes!"
"you could've asked me for them!!"
"yeah, maybe i'll borrow some from you, snape's doing a little giveaway! what potion are you gonna brew?"
"ginger."
"what?"
"it makes everything ginger."
y/n laughs. it makes her wounds on her stomach hurt, but it's the first time she's really laughed in days.
"imma give it to mum," fred says childishly.
"pfft i'm sure your mum isn't that stupid," y/n giggles, and fred finds himself wanting to hear it over and over again.
"well, that's true, love, she did have me."
y/n frowns, "meaning?"
"she's got to be smart coz i'm smart."
y/n giggles again and fred can feel the heat creeping up his neck because he made her giggle like that.
"that's not how it works, fred, i think that she must be a very smart woman who got stuck with a sad little ginger boy. i think ginny's the only smart one in your family. i saw her bat bogey hex the other day and wow! she's talented for sure!!"
"gets it from her brother," fred says arrogantly.
"percy is a smart one too," y/n tilts her head slightly, an amused look appearing on her face.
"i was meaning me!"
"who?"
"me!!!"
"who's me?" y/n feigns innocence, batting her eyelashes.
"ME!!!!" fred bursts out, "fred weasley!!"
"oh, never heard of him."
fred seems to get the joke, and laughs heartily.
"very funny, love."
y/n shakes her head, "who says it was a joke? i truly believe it."
a smirk appears on fred's face, "at least you need to say that i'm cute."
an embarrassed look appears on y/n's face, "i'm cute," she says.
"you are. now say, 'fred weasley is cute.'"
"fred weasley is cute," y/n smiles, "c'mon, gimme another lie?"
"i'm offended."
"that's good."
the playful bickering continues, and hannah abbott smiles tenderly to herself, carefully taking her ear off of the hole in the door.
a few days later, y/n's been discharged from the ward, and boy is she excited about it all.
but it's harder adjusting to normal life than she thinks. for the first few days, she stumbles as she walks, having been on bed rest for ages, trying dearly to avoid prudence. to her surprise, prudence is not seen.
fred watches in amusement and in adoration as her expression contorts into one of concentration, her eyes scanning the crowd, before widening in relief as she sees no trace of prudence. she makes her way to hannah, who sits with zacharias, happily chatting about the hogsmeade trip which awaits.
"oh it's like i've been dead!! i'm so glad!" she erupts with excitement, scoffing down her breakfast and wrapping her coat neatly around her self, the checkered pattern nearly drowning her body in its oversized glory.
fred goes on with his day at hogsmeade with george, laughing and chatting together, forgetting (almost) about y/n.
she awkwardly approaches him with a bar of milk chocolate that's wrapped in a red bow, trying to catch his attention.
george notices from over fred's shoulder, beckoning to her and telling fred, before sneakily slipping away.
"uh, i just wanted to thank you for being a good friend during all this," y/n starts, "and so i remembered you like milk chocolate and this is a muggle bar. it's really good, but if you have any allergies-"
"not at all," fred admires the heavy bar of chocolate, which sits in between his fingers, "thank you for this. walk with me."
"okay," y/n anxiously interprets the serious tone of his voice.
"when you said i was a good friend to you, i heavily disliked it."
"why?" y/n furrows her brows.
"because i always thought we had something more, lovely," he flirts, winking at her.
she folds her arms, "funny," she jokes, "because i didn't."
"no, sweetheart, i'm being serious."
"hi being serious, i'm y/n," she jokes again, returning the 'jokes' he makes.
"i really like you, okay?" fred sighs, running a hand through his hair, "i just want to kiss you every time i see you."
"wow. really?"
"yeah."
"oh my goodness this is a confession!!" she squeals, "i've never gotten a confession before!!"
fred chuckles, a little worried, "i would like a proper response."
"just let me have a moment," y/n sighs absentmindedly, "a guy i've been crushing on for ages likes me back!"
when she processes her words, her mouth drops open and she slaps a hand to her lips.
"i really said that, didn't i?" she mumbles.
"yeah. yeah, you did," fred smiles.
"it isn't creepy, is it?"
"why would it be creepy?"
"good, just checking."
"you okay? you seem out of it," fred worriedly scans her face, "if you don't like me, that's gonna be hard, but i do understand, please don't feel obliged to say that you love me back or anything, i'd hate to-"
he's cut off as y/n tiptoes and nervously presses her lips to his.
he gasps in surprise, but pulls a hand around her waist and continues the kiss.
"was that too much?" y/n asks, lips curved into a sheepish smile.
"nope, in fact, i think you need to give me more kisses," fred smirks at y/n whose face tints a shade of red.
"in fact," he continues when he hears no objection, "so many that you should be my girlfriend."
"only if you'll be my boyfriend," y/n smiles.
"that's silly. no," fred jokes and y/n giggles.
"then i must go on with my day, i guess," she shrugs, turning to walk away.
she feels an arm pull her back.
"i was just joking, princess."
"i know."
he chuckles, pulling her to his side as they walk down diagon alley.
in which y/n l/n tries to get angelina and george together. she becomes quite close with a certain redheaded twin.
fred weasley x fem!reader
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tw: threatening by y/n to george, dry conversations
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“she was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.”
this is very inspired by 'emma' by jane austen, which i've recently become iNFATUATED with LOL
emma is a girl who loves to see love and often puts together some of her very wild connections and euehefhhfuhue its so good bc she falls in LOVEE along the way (i think)
so this is kinda like it?? heheeeeeeehehehhe
a byproduct
"i'm telling you, angelina, george looooves you! for goodness sake bro, just open your damn eyes!" y/n groans as she rubs her temple.
they're sitting on the fluffy gryffindor couches in the common room nearing a friday midnight. in pjs and listening to the crackle of the fire, y/n studies angelina from where she's lazily sprawled.
"no i bet he likes katie bell or alicia or you," angelina says sadly.
"oh come on! does he call anyone else cupcake? does he literally stare at anyone else for absolute ages?? no, ange, no!" y/n huffs, far too agitated.
"but then why hasn't he asked me out yet?"
y/n laughs lightly, "'cause he's scared that you'll reject him! obviously you need to drop more hints. orrrr, you could-"
"i am not asking him out."
"why?"
"i don't wanna be rejected."
"you won't."
"i'm just not pretty enough!" angie says distraughtedly, "have you seen the girls he's dated? they're all model quality!"
"yeah, but he's broken up with them, angie! he's not in love with them."
"but i'm just me."
"just you? hello? girl, you're beautiful. you're hot. full stop. and more importantly, you have a heart of diamonds. baby you're so classic," y/n winks at angelina who giggles.
"yeah well he only sees me as a best friend. or worse, a sister. i've known him since forever."
"nah, you don't look at your sister like you want to kiss them to death."
"y/n!!"
"what? oh sorry, too crude? okay, you don't glance at your female sibling like you want to lock lips with them till forever."
a fiery red was spreading across angelina's dark skin.
"oh my, angie, your face is the colour of his hair!!!!!!" y/n laughs, "don't worry, okay? george is head over heels for you."
"can you promise me somethin'?"
"anything."
"you'll be my wingwoman."
"duh. we started the position when i met you."
"we??"
"oh," y/n grinned, "me and my brain. we aren't always together, as you might know."
they both burst into laughter.
"anyway, let me hear your preferences in dating. i swear that i will not talk about them to others."
"okay."
"mhm!" y/n was scribbling on a parchment, "favourite date spot?"
"i like somewhere intimate."
"'kay, favourite food to eat on a date?"
"pasta with a salad."
"best date?"
"a guy took me on a bridge off the coast of london."
"oh that's cute. goals. fav person?"
"my dad."
"favourite person to date?"
"well- it would preferably be him. but yeah. a nice person."
"yup, a redhead, more freckles on his shoulder, which by the way i have no idea why you know, than his face, quite mature and romantic underneath the stupid fool he probably is, oh has the most bEaUtiFuL face, none other than geo-"
her hand slaps over y/n's mouth as they heard voices and laughter coming from the portrait hole. two gingers, one with more freckles on his shoulders than his face, and the other smirking heavily as he sees the two girls.
y/n rolls her eyes casually, "gorg." it comes out muffled and y/n licks angie's hand. angie takes it back with a disgusted shriek, causing y/n to laugh evilly.
"hey cupcake!" george smirks at angelina who turns red, before nodding his head at y/n, "and l/n."
"weasley and weasley, nice to see you," y/n greets politely, nudging a blushing angelina, "we were just talking about you, georgimus. yeah, we were."
"oh?" fred sends a knowing look at y/n who smirks, "we were just talking about you, angelinamus, too."
y/n doesn't know the weasley twins very well, she only knows they enjoy the more humourous things in life. and george had been talked about a lot, of course.
"cool. well, i'm tired, so i would go over there and give you a hug, cupcake, but y'know, guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."
angelina looks so flustered right now. y/n hides her amusement behind an oblivious look.
"george?" she asks.
"mhm?"
"why d'ya call angie cupcake?? do you like cupcakes?" y/n's eyes are wide with fake innocence, trying to gauge an answer from george.
"when you find someone beautiful, you give them names," george clarifies, not an eye in angelina's direction.
"why don't you find me beautiful huh? huh?" y/n feigns confusion, being her old dramatic self, brows furrowed rather accurately.
fred can't tell whether she's joking or not.
"it's a special type of beautiful."
"that hurts, george!" y/n covers her heart with her hand, "it strikes me, right here, right now, i might just faint from it all!!!!!"
"i'd like to see it," george replies, "besides, y/n, other people find you beautiful. i'm sure they do." he glances sideways at fred, who rolls his eyes.
"nope, i'd like to see if they do," fred laughs, slightly meanly.
y/n frowns, but ignores his words and turns to angelina, smirking ever so slightly. as george and fred turn to go to the dormitories, the latter hears:
"it'S a sPeCiAl tYpE of BeaUtIfUl, angie, c'mon, he obviously loves you. oh, can't you see the way he looks at you?" she sighs dreamily, "it's beautiful. you are meant for each other. the beautiful, amazing, strong, and ever so kind angelina and the class clown. how cute is that love story- ang? angie? are you okay??"
that seems to snap her out of her blushing daydreams.
"w-was that just me or r-real?"
"that was real! if it isn't evidence then what is?"
"he's just got a flirty personality."
"really? no. he never flirts with anyone, angie."
"his past girlfriends have all been model worthy."
"stop denying it. you're model worthy. hello? look, you're beautiful. besides, you don't necessarily need to be model worthy. you're confident and have such a big heart. and you know your boundaries. why wouldn't he love you?"
angelina sighs, "thank you, but you're my best friend. he's george fricking weasley, for goodness' sake!"
"and you're angelina fricking johnson! he is out of your league if anything!"
"wanna go to bed?"
"sure."
y/n could tell angie needed some space, so she let angie fall asleep, before creeping back to the common room, where a heated discussion could be watched, and an intense game of truth or dare is currently rolling. she sits next to hermione and alicia.
"truth or dare, y/n?" katie asks from across the circle.
"truth, katie," she answers.
"too chicken now for a dare, huh?" fred smirks.
"fine, do dare."
"i dare you to expose your nicknames and friend status with everyone in the room," katie grins.
with one sweep of an eye, y/n feels relieved.
"alicia, ali, girllee, we're good friends," she winks at alicia, "hermione, 'mione, bookmione, jean, she's like a lil sister," hermione smiles, "george, not many withstanding nicknames, uhh, friends? i dunno, katie, kt, kate, good friend too, fred, we're acquaintances?? kenneth, we're good friends, ken, uh,..." she continues.
fred frowns. acquaintances?? he knows he's always been super dry to her, but that's because he doesn't want her to think he likes her. after all, he doesn't like her.
and it's sort of like a third nature to be dry for him. he can't always be funny and silly.
"right, truth or dare, george?" y/n smiles, as if planning something.
"truth."
"who's the prettiest girl you've ever seen?" she smirks.
george goes ten shades of red, "angie."
y/n giggles with the girls.
"knew it," she finally says.
"truth or dare, bryn?" george asks a girl from hermione's year and the continue playing the game. secrets have been spilt and y/n's eyes begin to droop of tiredness. she lugs herself into bed and doses off.
the next day fred approaches her as she's eating breakfast.
"hey darling."
she stares at him, before turning around to see who he actually is talking to. he's got a reputation for being a bit of a flirt.
when there's no one behind her she narrows her eyes.
"hello, fred."
there's a pause.
"uh, well, george has been pining over angelina for ages. i think we should get them together."
"i already have," y/n points at where a steady conversation is flowing between blushing angelina and george, snickering, "you came late to the party, weasley."
"i did not."
"it's a phrase. it means too late."
"oh."
"yup, anyway, gotta go to early potions, snape wants me to set up a demonstration!"
"k."
y/n fights the urge to roll her eyes. this guy's social skills are terrible. finally out of sight, she sighs and rolls her eyes. what the hell is up with his words?
"i have an idea," fred suddenly says, and y/n shrieks, flinching.
he's sneaked up on her in the library.
"yeah?"
"i ask angie to the ball. george already got asked out."
"by? what? and he said yes?"
"he's going with perra."
"you DIDN'T STOP HIM?"
"couldn't."
"WHY YOU'RE HIS BROTHER FOR GOODNESS' SAKE WHY WOULD HE JUST GO WITH PERRA??"
"perra doesn't want to blow the fact she's into women."
"oh. if angie says yes, make sure to tell her that."
"who are you going with? the first person who asks?"
y/n wears a surprised expression, "you get multiple people who ask? no, i'm probably gonna go with bryn or fiona as friends."
"that's not disappointing?"
"is it supposed to be? i'm not gonna pout all day just 'cause no one likes me," y/n shrugs.
"weird."
"you're weird," she retorts.
"mhm."
y/n's starting to get agitated.
"okay then, when are you gonna ask her?"
"as a friend, great hall, whenever i can, probably."
"sounds good."
"mhm."
y/n picks up her essay, which is half finished, and walks out of the library, "i have to go see someone, bye!"
she can't stand negative energy, or unenergised energy.
when she sees angie crying in her dorm, she knows something isn't right.
"hey, hey, ange," she crouches down and gives angie a big hug, "what's the matter?" she asks gently.
"g-george asked perra t-to the ball!" angie cried out.
"yeah, i know, i heard the news, but i know why he did. she likes girls and she didn't want anyone finding out about it, so she asked george to go with her as friends, angie," y/n says softly, "he wanted to go with you."
"w-well, he didn't ask me! obviously he likes someone else. i overheard him and fred talking about her."
"they were talking about you, ange," y/n smiles fondly, "george, he told me you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. heck, ask katie or alicia or even bryn, they were there too."
"b-but he doesn't like me!"
"angie, i promise he does. just talk to him-"
"no! i'm not ruining his relationship with perra. they both deserve it. perra has the prettiest eyes. and legs for days," angelina sighed.
"angelina johnson would you just listen to me? george has been pining over you for years, you are fabulous. who wouldn't? second, if he doesn't like you, which i highly doubt, other guys are lining up. heck, i've even had guys ask me just to get close to you! can't you see how amazing you are? if you can't, then ask george. katie, alicia, anyone."
"fine. i'll go with someone as a friend."
"beautiful. you are too cute to be crying over a silly boy. besides, his motives to get with perra are so pure, aren't they?"
she nodded, "he is the nice one."
he is the nice one is the thing that's in angie's mind when a ball of paper hits her square on the head.
fred does a silly little dance that seems strangely elegant, before tilting his head enquiringly at angie.
angie laughs and nods, as fred winks at ron.
y/n feels sour. yep, she knows fred has just asked out angie to go to the yule ball as friends.
yep, somewhere along this stupid matchmaking thing, she's developed a bit of crush on him.
it's just physical attraction, i can get over him, she repeats over and over.
bryn shouts over at her.
"Y/N L/N!!!!"
"BRYNNIE!!!!" y/n shouts back.
"oh y/n's voice is killing me," fred whispers to george who just rolls his eyes.
"ARE WE STILL GOING TO THE BALL TOGETHER, dArLInG?" bryn dramatically poses and y/n laughs.
"OH I DUNNO BRYN, HASN'T SOMEONE ASKED YOU OUT??" y/n smiles.
"you still wanna hang out though?"
"i thought you'd never ask!!!!"
"has a guy asked you out?" bryn drops her tone.
"nope. depressing, i know."
it isn't depressing, because all the kids at hogwarts won't mess with the undeniable chemistry y/n and fred share. it's romance at its best.
but now that fred's asked out angelina, it's a different story.
y/n gathers up her books, frowning as she sees a parchment scrap in between the pages.
dearest y/n
come to the ball with me? as friends, of course, we all know i need to confess to violetta.
liam
y/n smiled, shooting a smirk and a nod in the direction of liam, who was watching her boredly, wanting to flit his eyes in the direction of the beauty of violetta french.
he smiles charmingly back and y/n just shakes her head.
"guess you'll have to find a pretty dress, y/n," bryn raises her tone loudly.
"bryn! shh, don't let violet know. is my absOlUtElY bEaUtiFul FaCe nOt enOugh??" she drags out dramatically.
"OH OF COURSE IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM," bryn nearly yells.
fred scowls, "keep it down, bryn, will you?"
"oh, sorry fred, just discussing Y/N'S DATE TO THE BALL!" bryn smirks. she wants to see fred and y/n together. they're cute.
it's y/n's turn to scowl. "he's not that important," she says.
fred feels off. it feels weird that someone else has got y/n. he knows it sounds possessive, but it feels weird that another boy likes y/n. not another, he thinks, it's just weird a boy likes her. because i don't like her or anything, definitely not.
y/n shakes her head sadly. friends is the epitome of all she'll ever be to anyone.
but she still tries her best to be presentable, in a light blue dress that falls to the floor with the most delightful silk layers. she feels like a princess, even if she doesn't look like one. all she does is want to go home as soon as she steps in the ballroom. it's cute, but silly. the only reason she's stays by liam is 1. to see him and violetta flirt shamelessly and 2. the crowd-surfing flitwick, which is a whole mood, and 3. to support angie.
angie is having the time of her life, she's getting wild and drunk with george, who's date perra is off kissing someone and y/n is happy for her. it's good.
finally, angie's led to a secluded balcony with george, and comes out blushing and held closely to george, who's looking down at her like she's the world. y/n does a little fist pump to no one, feeling triumphant. she shoots angie a wide smile and a threatening gaze to george.
angie nervously approaches y/n.
"uh," she clears her throat, "y/n, this is my uh-"
"boyfriend," george leans down and gives her a kiss on the cheek and y/n just feels the cuteness erupting.
"oh my goodness, you two are the cutest, so cute, so adorable, star-crossed, but, this is what i have been practicing. don't ruin my best friend moment. george. fabian. weasley."
george gulps.
"if you ever dare to lay a finger or a word on angelina, i will physically slit your throat and all other slittable body parts and make sure you are never ever able to have children, before kicking your dead and bleeding out body off the highest tower, which is 300 metres tall by the way, leaving your grotesque and disjointed and broken body parts to be buried. understand?"
he nods slowly, whispering, "this woman is crazy," in angelina's ear.
"great!" y/n claps her hands together, "in that case, welcome to the family! you can come find me for any help or assistance, i'll always be here!! and keep in mind, even though i'm a single pringle, i am a fine analyzer of situations. or should i say, my brain is. please treat angie well, george," her tone turns pleading, "really, she really likes you," she whispers into his ear, "i'd like to see you two in the future and my Sight is strong, do the right things and you'll have cute children running around."
she smiles sweetly, hugging angelina and curtseying cheekily before disappearing, going to get another dose of punch.
"whatd'ya say we set her up with freddie, hey?"
"georgie, she hates fred. she thinks he's absolutely so dry."
"yeah, no idea why," george's tone is dripping with sarcasm.
"why is he so dry? he's a good guy."
"he doesn't want her to think he likes her."
"well isn't it obvious they both like each other?"
"cupcake, i don't think we can be the judges to that," george smiles.
"yeah, true, but it's more obvious to other people."
y/n is beaming as she fills a cup with punch, happiness radiating through her. they're together! they're cute! they're more than you imagined together! angie's happy!
she spots fred in the crowd, a lazy smile across his freckled face. he's looking... at her??? she quickly runs to him and hugs him tightly.
"fred, it worked! it worked! i'm so happy, they're together, george and angie, look at them, oh my goodness this is the cutest, aren't they cute?"
"no."
she frowns, "are you okay? you're always...less upbeat than i think you are. have-have i done anything wrong?"
suddenly everything comes crashing down to fred. her worried eyes and cautious expression pulls at his heartstrings. he likes her. and he's been denying it.
confident as ever, he laughs. y/n feels alarmed.
she really has nothing to be alert about. the laugh is genuine and light.
"you've done everything."
"wrong?" y/n asks meekly, nervously.
"maybe. i don't think it's what you meant to do. not at all."
fred's pink lips are curved into an amused smirk, the not-at-all traces of obscure adoration tracing his irises.
"what? i'm really sorry," y/n disappointedly says, "i was a pretty bad person a few years ago, i still am, but i'm trying really hard to be better, i swea-"
fred fights a smile.
"i think we should talk about what you did outside, y/n, it was pretty darn interesting," he says solemnly.
"o-of course."
he leads her to a cozy spot off the side of the hall. shame, she thinks, a pretty place just ruined by the memories of stupid mistakes she had probably made.
"s-so what did i do?"
"guess."
"was i too cold? rude? mean? toxic?" she continues listing out things that are all bad, but all false.
"nope. i like you."
"i finally wore you down, huh? that's good, i like you too, thank goodness that we can be friends now."
"friends?"
"uh, i didn't think we were friends before, you kinda didn't seem interested in any friendship with me."
"i was in denial of the thing you did."
"what thing was i-it?" y/n's tone is nervous and apprehensive.
"you made me crush on you."
"crush??!!"
"mh-yes, a crush. y'know, i think you're cute and beautiful and very dateable."
she's stunned. he has a crush on her?
"you do??"
"i do."
"is that a bad thing?"
"hmm, depends. do you like me back?"
"y-yeah, i do," she stares at her feet.
"then i guess it's a terribly good thing. why do you like me again?" he blinks innocently at her.
"well i first thought i liked you because you were insanely pretty, but then i heard stories of you and george and even though my personal experiences weren't the best, i-i still got a crush on you."
"you're really adorable, you know that, right?"
y/n shifts from foot to foot, cheeks heating up.
"and, hi really adorable, i'm freddie, do me the favour of being my girlfriend?"
her jaw drops, "really?"
"yeah."
"you won't be dry all the time?"
"never."
"i guess then."
"i guess? only i guess?!!!"
"fine. i'll be your girlfriend."
"fine??!!"
"i'd love to be your girlfriend, freddie."
her tone is quiet and genuine.
"guess this was an excellent byproduct of the matchmaking you did," he grins, kissing her on the forehead and pulling her to his chest.
"guess it was. but i'm still happier for angie and george," she cheekily quips.
"why you insolent little-"
she's gone already into the hall.
fred reaches her in three simple strides and clutches her close.
"you are my girlfriend," he states.
"mhm."
"don't you start now!"
"k."
"love, you know that was just me being stupid?"
"mhm. k. ok."
"i'm really going to have to make it up to you, aren't i?"
in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?
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tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing
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ft. penny clearwater
who cursed the bludger?
y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.
"penny that's not ok to ask!"
"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"
"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.
"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."
"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."
"no, you don't."
"okay, i don't. he does."
"but he seems like he means it."
"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."
"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."
"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."
"you're not gonna play with them?"
"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."
fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.
"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.
penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."
"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"
"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."
"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.
"my one is the opposites attract."
"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"
"i was meaning you!"
"huh?"
"you and fred."
fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.
"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"yes."
"you're doing this on purpose!"
"hmm? what?"
"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.
"and you just realised. congrats, penny."
"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."
y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."
"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.
"yeah?"
"is y/n hot?"
"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."
"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."
"you actually are," angie quipped.
"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.
they burst into giggles again.
fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?
"oi, l/n!"
y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.
"your lips are pretty!"
her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"
penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.
"what?" y/n looked around.
"the way you return flirting is hilarious."
"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"
angelina snorted, "no one says that."
"oh well i say it, so deal with it."
"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.
"let's hear it!"
"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"
"oh you're a genius, penny!"
"okay, so-"
a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.
luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.
she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.
fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.
the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.
"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.
"oh, hello!"
"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"
"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.
he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.
by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.
"ange?"
"yep?"
"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.
"nope, you forgot i dropped out."
"oh."
"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.
"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.
"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."
"you didn't need to!"
"i did. you want them?"
"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"
"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.
"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."
"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."
y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.
immediately she got a confused look from fred.
and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.
"o-okay, thanks fred."
"no problems, darling," he flirted.
"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.
he took it well.
"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"
"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"
he coughed and excused himself.
"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.
angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"
"personality," y/n stated simply.
"or not."
true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:
hello freddie!
i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?
-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy
jamie,
i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words
you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?
oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer
-jamie
and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.
weasley-
i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.
k.o
fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.
was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.
it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?
she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.
and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.
dearest frederick-
it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.
margaret perrer
hi marg
i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.
i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!
fred
oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?
she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.
but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.
when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.
"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"
george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."
"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.
"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."
"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."
george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.
"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.
"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."
"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"
"anything else?"
"tell fred good luck."
"right, right, mhm."
"yea."
once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.
"got that, freddie?"
"crystal clear."
"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.
"it didn't even work?"
"which plan?"
"the one to drop the letters in."
"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"
"exactly."
"you're an idiot. just tell her."
"but that's boringggg."
"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."
"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"
"then learn how to date my goodness."
"true."
"come fucking back."
"hickies or no?"
"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."
fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.
george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.
he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.
y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.
"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.
"cool beans."
"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.
"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"
"you're disgusting."
y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.
as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.
"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.
it read:
forbidden forest, 8pm.
huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.
he wants to go to work when he's sick, he doesn't care, he just wants to work to not leave it all to george
you reassure him that george has taken off days for angie a l l t h e t i m e
but he's sick
and he hates feeling useless
but the idea of a day in bed watching and being with you is very comforting
until you remind him that you have work and you're going to take his place at the joke shop too
he's always very clingy, but now he's even more
"please, please, please, please, please stay??" he sniffles.
"freddie-"
"do you not love me anymore!?" he cries out dramatically.
"i do, very much, but i need to get to my job," you emphasise job, "i'll send someone over soon to check up on you, okay? as soon as i get home we can do whatever."
"we have enough money."
"it's not about that, freddie, it's about discipline and workplace things. i'll be back, i promise."
and you set out soup and ice towels for him and charm some tylenol pills to tip into his hands every 4 hours
before you quickly head out before his puppy dog eyes actually work
you get molly to visit him and he thoroughly enjoys her company and her food
and he dozes off
when you return home, you're surprised to see him sprawled on the couch sleeping
you take care not to rustle the bags you are holding so as to not disturb him and make dinner
as you're preparing water and cough medicine for him when he wakes, he creeps up to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind
which scares you a little, but you greet him with a kiss on the cheek
"hello freddie."
"you're back. you. took. so. long," he casts you a disapproving gaze
"mhm but i'm back!"
"yay." he sighs contentedly, "i missed you."
"it was literally 9 hours."
"9 hours too long."
you giggle, "that's 0 then."
"exactly."
"how are you feeling? do we need to go to the doctor? you took your medicine right," you raise a hand to his forehead, "better, not the best. hmm. how many hours did you sleep?"
he chuckles deeply at the state of your worriment, "i'm feeling okay, bit groggy, no we don't, yes i did, all of them, and 4 hours."
you nod, "do you want to eat? or later?"
"i never wanna eat," he folds his arms and you laugh
"really? then i'll eat."
he watches you eat with a frown
"you need to eat."
the frown contorts into a smirk
"i will eat."
"that's good."
"on one condition."
"yeah?"
"you give me one minute of cuddling for every bite i take."
you huff, "whatever, you just need to eat or you won't get better, okay?"
and he takes tiny tiny bites
and you laugh because what a cutie
"y'know if you eat slower that's less time for cuddles right?
his eyes widen and he quickly finishes the rest of his food.
you smile, hopping on the couch and when he sits next to you he wraps his arms back around you and rests his head on your chest
you run your hands through his red hair, and he sighs
and he eventually falls asleep
if you even try to leave the couch, he'll just immediately hold you tighter
"i'm sick," he dramatically sniffles, "you can't just leave me."
and you laugh and shake your head
"you're a baby."
"yes, love me."
"i do love you."
"act like it then. i'm sleepy, and please don't leave me."
"okay, okay."
and the next day, he's all g
but you've got a cold
it's not that bad because you get colds every winter
so you decide to call in sick and tell fred you're sick and to get you some medicine on the way home
and as soon as he hears 'sick' he's called george to tell him you're sick, cooked up some comfort food and got a whole lotta pills
you walk out of the bedroom and he's just there cooking and you're like o-0
"freddie..."
"okay first of all, you're sick, and you're cute, and second of all, you can't cook when you're sick and third, it's hard being sick so i'm gonna take care of you."
"i'm not even that sick, freddie, just a runny nose and a bit of a cough."
"i don't care. you're sick."
and you just accept it, "thank you freddie, i love you."
in which all the king's men couldn't put the pieces of y/n l/n together. we all have the days where we're insecure and broken, this is one of hers.
fred weasley x fem!reader
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it's so sad that the best people tend to think the worst of themselves
all the king's men
y/n, for lack of a better description, was feeling like humpty dumpty. she had seen herself in the mirror last night, and felt positively traumatised. she had come back from a quidditch practice session, and the results were quite terrifying.
she didn't understand. quidditch made the guys more toned and even a few of her teammates had abs. what did it do to her? well, it made her shoulders broad, which she thought was highly unattractive to anyone, and not at all slim! sure, it was fun and kept her fit, but terribly horrible, in her opinion, in trying to fit in to the beautiful girls that went to hogwarts.
she admired angie johnson and cho chang and ginny. she really did. y/n knew how hard it was to be beautiful, and she liked when other people were so beautifully beautiful. it just made her feel terrible, because what was the chance of her keeping her boyfriend in fred weasley when fiercely pretty girls were dancing elegantly around her?
there wasn't any time to be mopey and sad, so she gathered all her books and immediately went to breakfast. she didn't even bother going over to fred and greeting him. she saw how happy he was laughing with george and lee. surely she wouldn't bother him. instead she plopped down next to alicia.
"you ok?" alicia spinnet asked her.
she nodded, "fine."
"you sure?"
"no."
"wanna talk about it?"
"do you think it's too early to get plastic surgery?" y/n joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"what the fuck, no. what's up?" alicia's eyes were lit with concern.
"i don't feel pretty," her voice was but a whisper.
alicia caught it.
"why? you're literally adorable."
"you're my best friend, you're supposed to tell me that."
"hmm, nah, i truly believe it."
"well i don't," y/n said miserably.
"oi, l/n, your hair down today?" adrian pucey snarled, "it's gonna give me aids."
a few students snorted.
"you can get aids then. shut your mouth," y/n retorted back.
the whole school look startled. was this the same, prefect, goody-two-shoes y/n l/n?
adrian pucey opened his mouth.
"i said shut. your. mouth."
fred weasley watched in a mixture of furiousness and pride. he knew that pucey had a crush on y/n too. he was just terrible in expressing it. fred didn't like the way y/n's eyes sadly flitted to alicia afterwards. and she hadn't come up to him and given him a kiss today. maybe she just wanted a bit of space??
"see?" y/n sighed, "not even my hair is pretty." she tied it up.
alicia laughed, "adrian just wants your attention."
that made y/n laugh. "why? why?" it was a rhetorical question. she got up, and smiled at adrian in the most menacing way that he shrunk.
"miss l/n, your outburst was quite rude-" snape began.
"my apologies professor, of course, i was in the wrong. adrian pucey brought the topic surrounding my hair up, called it ugly. now what would you do if a student called your hair ugly?" y/n said, eyes burning with fury but conscience too good to lose her temper.
"i-i would give them a scolding."
"likewise. good day, professor."
"fucking hell, he is such a sh-" alicia muttered as she got up and followed y/n out to class.
"ali, that's enough," their retreating voices could be heard.
fred kept his eye on y/n through the day, giving her the space he thought she needed.
she looked very like her normal self, until she encountered pucey again.
"l/n, nice squinty eyes," pucey laughed.
y/n's shoulders sagged. her eyes dimmed and she let her ponytail fall in front of her face.
"ponytail won't fix them," he laughed meanly, "can they fix your dumpling body?"
fred frowned deeply, "fuck off, adrian," he angrily said, "that's my girlfriend you're talking to."
"oh, you have someone like weasley to save you? i don't even think you deserve him as a boyfriend."
y/n didn't answer, fearing that tears would spill out of her eyes. she had just been feeling worse and worse about herself. instead, when the bell signalled the end of classes, she hurried quickly off to wherever, trying to pull herself together.
she felt like she was at the bottom of the earth. her eyes finally let go of the tears that needed to be spilt. she leant sobbing against a stout tree in the forbidden forest, head slumped gloomily against the trunk, eyes trying to find anything, anything, that could be remotely comforting and hands fiddling nervously with the flowers that bloomed happily around her. her whole body shook in anxiety. she wished she had her mum or dad here to help her. but they were back at home.
how did fred love her?
she wished she didn't have stupid hair or squinty eyes or a dumpling body. but she couldn't ignore the mean, yet so true, remarks about her body adrian made. they were morally wrong and he deserved to be stabbed, but they were factual. she used to just laugh and joke about him too, but now she realised that maybe she should pay more attention to the way she eats and works and the way she talks and looks and presents herself and put more makeup on and-
fred found her crying there, by the little pond, shrinking away from the mere sight of her own appearance. he didn't get it.
well, he did, but he didn't know why such a beautiful girl like his girlfriend was crying.
"y/n?"
she flinched and stopped crying.
"sorry, i'll leave. i don't think you want a dumpling of a girlfriend sharing this nice space," she attempted to joke, but it fell short. she wasn't joking anymore. her tone was serious and genuine. the unexpected good nature pucey's remarks were received in usually was gone, and for good reason. it had broken her into the tiniest little pieces.
fred felt it. he felt his heart stop.
"is this about what pucey said to you, lovely?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek, and pulling her close to him.
she nodded, feeling immensely better already. the smell of him made her calm down insanely.
"so you don't want space?"
"n-no, i was just..." she trailed off uncertainly.
"mhm?" he looked at her and waited.
"it's silly."
"well, it's got you crying, i don't think so."
"the stuff a-adrian says is true," her voice was quiet and small.
fred frowned.
"i'm not cute or elegant or even hot," she continued, "i-i'm not as pretty as anyone here."
"well, my little love, if my opinion even matters, you are stunning. i think you're the prettiest person in the world, both on skin and in here," he patted his own heart, "do you know how long i pined after you?"
"no?"
"i'm still pining after you, gorgeous."
"d-do you mean it when you say gorgeous?" her eyes were broken and teary.
"of course. it hurts me when you are upset. because you are gorgeous and much more because you are so nice and good to me and to everyone else too. pucey's a complete shithead and when i next see him i will bash his head in. i'm so sorry i didn't notice, love, i thought you were mad at me."
"no it's fine, i just don't understand. you're fred weasley. so many girl's want you and you-you choose...me?," a sad frown was etched on her face, her tone confused.
"y/n, you're my only choice. i don't want the other girls. i can see the appeal of you. i-i know i'm not the best with words like you, but i really care about you. i love you, i adore you, you're the bestest person i've ever met."
and he knows he's brought the happiness back in her. she giggled. he felt relieved, because he knew he wasn't good at all at comforting people and y/n was so special to him- why didn't he say that earlier to her?
"bestest isn't a word, freddie."
"well you get what i mean, right? you're really special to me," there it was.
she nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as she kissed him on the lips, before snuggling closer to him.
"darling, wouldn't you rather go back to the castle to cuddle?"
hesitantly, she shook her head.
"why?"
"'drian's there."
"adrian cannot hurt you, okay? whatever he tells you is wrong. he's wrong," he gently says, pulling her close to him, "besides, if he does, i'm here, and you're strong."
"i just cried about it, i can't be strong."
"crying doesn't mean you're weak, darling, sometimes we all cry and that's okay."
y/n nodded.
"here, i brought this for you, maybe it's a comfort??" he blushed as he handed her his quidditch hoodie.
she grinned and put it on.
he couldn't stop blushing at the sight of her, so he tilted his face away to save himself the embarrassment.
noticing and mistaking his turned away head for disgust, y/n took the hoodie off, downcastedly handing it back to him.
"sorry," she gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as fred looked at her in confusion.
"y-you can have it back, yeah, there's no need to hide your shame, here, s-sorry," she stuttered out.
"shame?" he asked, looking worriedly down at her.
"mhm," she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, "sorry."
he finally understood.
"angel, look at me."
she reluctantly looked up at him.
"i wasn't feeling disgusted at all. i-i was actually embarrassed because i was blushing," his cheeks heated up again, "like i probably am right now. you're too beautiful. i was blushing too much."
"oh."
"yeah. now put it back on," he demanded, as he cheekily tugged the jumper over her head, blushing again as he saw her standing there in his jumper.
"c'mon!" he said, carrying y/n's school bag as they made their way to the castle, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist and the bright gold letters on the back of his sweater shining for anyone and everyone to see.
they didn't see pucey, thank goodness and they ended up talking with george and katie bell and angie and alicia by the fire.
as y/n smiled and giggled with katie over something highly scandalous, fred had his eyes on her, not so much monitoring her, but he couldn't keep them off of her.
when he had noticed her words start to become short and slightly slurred by tiredness, he lead her back to her dormitory.
"feeling better princess?"
she nodded, "you're so good to me, freddie. i love you."
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when you first brought fred back to your childhood home, your father absolutely loved him
he showed him how to play card games and how to fix cars and treated him like a son
fred explained to them that he owned a joke shop
your dad could not be more pleased and he asked fred if he could visit it some time
fred said that he would try to expand it to the muggle world
they ended up talking about investors and things like that and your father even invested a bit into the company ('so that even if you dump him, y/n, i'll still be in touch with him')
your mother? she took a lot longer to come around
she was suspiciousTM of him because she only wanted the best for you
and okay, he was super handsome and very very polite and had the cutest little freckles and brown eyes but she was still suspicious
of course, fred picked up on this and asked you why
"she's a mother, love, give it some time. if she doesn't see how absolutely splendid you are then her loss."
"but what if she hates me?"
"i promise she doesn't."
sure enough, she found out she didn't hate him at all
you had gone out with your muggle friends and encountered a childhood bully
she had asked you about your life and you had politely answered, "just peachy, how are you?"
and she had asked you if you had a boyfriend
to which you answered "yep."
your friends had commented that "he's the cutest to her!" and "he's so nice it's unreal!"
and so she had... slapped you? because you didn't deserve love, apparently
and you had stumbled through the door, and fred, who was currently talking to your parents about his business, had immediately noticed something wrong and began comforting you
he magicked up some ice and held it to your cheek and asked you what had happened
he was angry but more focused on you
and your mum just watched him be so patient with you and she saw the way he looked at you with so much love and adoration
whilst it was the night and fred was getting some water and some more ice for your cheek, he bumped into your mum
"oh, hello, mrs l/n," he nervously greeted her.
"call me by my name, dear."
he was surprised, "o-okay."
"are you scared of me?" her tone was amused.
"uh, slightly? i don't know if you like me or not and i know that y/n's far too pretty and too nice for me but i'd really like it if you liked me because-"
"stop, son, i have to admit, i didn't like it at first, because only the best for my little girl, but you- i like you. you're fine."
he grinned
"thank goodness."
"you are a handsome little thing, though, a little bit like my husband back in the day. and y/n is very very fond of you. usually she gets unattached to a hobby or a boy in weeks, but you can tell she really loves you."
it made fred beam and your mother beamed too
no more was said as they both went off to sleep
the next day your mum invited him to go to tea and you and your dad were just o-0
and they were cracking jokes and your mum occasionally roasted him
when you visited the burrow, you were a little bit nervous but you had visited a bit before, instead this time you were his girlfriend and not his best friend
molly didn't know at all, she bustled you into a warm hug and complimented you and that was when she noticed fred's arm around your waist and you cuddled up to the side of him
"what is this?" she gestured to you two.
"we're dating," fred said casually.
molly was silent.
you looked up at him frantically, and he just smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead
"i am so glad, y/n! i thought you both would never get a move on, oh, arthur! our fred's with y/n!"
"rather new, darling," arthur said, smiling, "congratulations."
you breathed a sigh of relief and fred smiled, tracing your palm gently
obviously his siblings loved you
you would braid ginny's hair and weave little flowers in
you would trade your spare chocolate frog cards with ron
you would help george with angelina
you would give percy book recommendations
whenever charlie visited you talked about dragons with him
and you would reassure bill that fleur still indeed loved him
these things made fred go wild
he realised a few things: you were a huge nerd, and he wanted to marry you
in which fred weasley turns to the resident mastermind, y/n l/n, in hogwarts for advice. the problem? he has a crush on the same girl george does: angelina johnson. the story spans over a couple of months in their second last year at hogwarts.
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ft. cassius warrington
wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure
a mastermind
after fred and george weasley had given up trying to enter the triwizard tournament, their sights set on a different matter. for george, it had always roamed his head. for fred, it simply popped up at the randomest of a time.
they were in the age of chasing after pretty girls with pretty smiles.
one pretty girl in particular. angelina johnson.
george's crush really wasn't a crush. it was more like a deep love for angie. he knew her really well, they were almost best friends. and angie loved him back.
fred knew both these facts, yet he couldn't possibly grasp why he still had a good old schoolboy crush on her. and he couldn't tell george either. no, george was too considerate and needed a girlfriend. and he had been patiently waiting long enough to deserve something.
sometimes he wished he was george. still funny and prank-loving, but calm and collected at times. but sometimes he liked himself just as he was. spontaneous, dramatic and terribly idiotic.
and hey, george was handsome, so he must be too, right?
one morning after tossing and turning all night, he decided he needed help.
he spotted the girl in the blue uniform and the glasses, she had the brightest yet the wisest eyes. even before he approached her, she swiftly lifted her head from the parchment she had been writing on and saw him. she met eyes with him. she didn't show any emotion she hadn't already been showing, but the simplicity of understanding was written, like all the ravenclaws, in her brain.
"um, hello," fred started.
"good afternoon, what's up?" y/n replied friendlily, parchment now away and now doodling randomly on a scrap piece of it.
"i need some help."
"okay then, go on, i'm listening," her tone was gentle and reassuring.
"i like the same girl as my brother. i don't know what to do, really."
there was silence for a little while. her eyes were focused, her hand absentmindedly drawing across the parchment.
she pushed her glasses up.
"would you consider this 'liking' you say, to be potentially love?"
"no, not at all, it's just a crush, y'know."
"a silly one? i know we all have silly crushes which are full of quite foolish feelings. but they're nice for a while."
"yeah, that's the feeling."
"why do you think you like this girl?"
"um, because-because she's pretty, and she's nice."
"two very valid reasons," y/n chirped, "and why does your brother like this girl?"
"he loves her, because she understands him and she puts up with him and they've been best friends for years. they like the same things and have the same beliefs."
"mhm."
she was still deep in thought.
"does this girl like one of you?"
"that's the problem. she's in love with him and we all know that. i just can't get over her."
"oh, moving on is easier than you think it is. simply put, your brother or the girl?"
your brother or the girl?
everything seemed so much more clearer.
"think about it this way, fred weasley, if your brother is happy, are you? good day, sir!" she saluted jokingly and set off merrily, her steps quick and paced.
she knew it was good to be cheerful around him, because if she was cynical and way too practical, it would break him. he needed to get over angelina, she thought, or it would severely affect his and george's brotherhood.
she didn't tell him that though, that would be mean and sad.
fred was quite astounded. he didn't know how this girl, who was, to him, small in size and in ego, and probably younger by a few months, knew this much.
that's the eagleclaws for you, he thought.
she didn't look intimidating, if anything, she was nice and fun, but she somehow seemed like she could be the end of you.
she knew, she knew, she knew.
she knew who the girl was, who the brother was, she knew more about him than he did himself, and she barely knew him. she about solved his issue.
he found himself being drawn to her. instead of his eyes floating to angie, they were on the chatting, studying, daydreaming girl who wore the ravenclaw blue with much nonchalence.
☆
y/n was freezing. it was the end of the school day and it was snowing. so she made her way to the ravenclaw common room, muttering a haphazard answer to the riddle, told her best friend julia that she was going to take a nap and then bundled up in the heavy sheets.
julia just smirked. she quickly went to grab fred.
"oi, fred!"
he was laughing with george and lee.
they would make cute babies, julia pondered.
"oh, hello," he said.
"come with me."
her tone was ominous and commanding.
"okayyyy."
he followed her to the ravenclaw common room, where she sat down next to a telephone.
"in a few minutes, y/n will call for a blanket because it's cold. just wait."
"and how does this concern me?"
he got a scorching glance in return.
"i have to talk to cassius in a few minutes."
sure enough, the phone rang.
"juliaaa, you're a darling, you know that right??" y/n flattered her.
"yeap." julia's face broke into a smile.
"yeah, so be a darling and could you please possibly send a nice blanket up here?? or two or even three??"
"of course, and a handsome prince with the hair colour of fire too to cuddle," she winked at fred who turned red.
"yEs oF cOurSe, juLiE, aNd prEfEraBlY thAt hE hAs sTaRs iN hIs eyEs aNd gAlAxIeS iN hIs MinD tOo," she joked back.
"okay. right up."
"wha- julia what??!!! thanks."
they both chuckled.
he handed fred a stack of neatly folded blue blankets.
"go. fifth door on the left."
and so he did. it seemed the ravenclaws were too mature to need barriers on their dormitory quarters. the door was open and the room was insanely neat. y/n was lying in a bed, eyes wide open, a small pout on her lips.
she was clearly surprised to see him. when he placed all the blankets nicely on her she smiled.
"thank you, freddie."
"aren't you gonna let me in too?" he asked, smirking.
"oh," her cheeks heated up, "i thought julia was just joking!!!"
"apparently i am indeed a handsome prince with hair of fire, stars in his eyes and galaxies in his mind," fred smirked and y/n huffed.
"it's an expression. and i didn't know she was talking about you!"
"well, scoot over."
y/n just stared at him, before shuffling over.
"i hate you."
fred just scooped her up in his arms.
"you smell good," she blurted out, before immediately turning red.
"mhm, 'pparently my cologne does have that effect on girls."
"pretty sad that only your cologne attracts girls," y/n retorted, "and i was just telling you. it does not have an effect on me."
"'kay, whatever you say."
there was a silence.
"this is boring," y/n frowned.
"wanna make out then?"
y/n glanced at him. was he for real?
she thought not. so she pretended she was asleep, and soon she really was.
fred didn't feel defeated at all.
for he had noticed the faint blush rise on her cheeks.
☆
y/n decided it was probably time she asked fred out or something. if she got rejected, she was great at moving on.
so she asked him to meet her at the corner of the library on a thursday afternoon. he didn't show.
dismayed, she went out of the library, and met george weasley.
"hey george!"
"yello!"
"have you seen fred?"
"check the astronomy tower."
"okay."
there was something mischievous about the way he winked at her as she departed. then again, it was george.
the astronomy tower was well lit and there in all his glory, stood fred. she felt a frown on her face as she approached him. he turned around and smirked at her.
"stop it. i invited you to the library to tell you that-"
her voice was muffled as fred put a hand to her lips.
"you are not going to beat me to this."
"this isn't a game!"
"eh, everything is. i really really really like you, y/n."
he anxiously awaited her answer.
a cheshire cat smile formed on her lips.
"well i was just going to tell you that transfiguration homework is due tomorrow but okay."
"..." he was staring grumpily at her, lips in a pout.
"i like you too."
he smiled, "good."
"isn't this the part you ask me on a date or something?" y/n teased, "or should i? wanna go to hogsmeade with me?"
in which y/n l/n comes home from a 2 year long mission to subdue the rest of the escaped death eaters and meets her best friend, fred weasley, yet again.
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ft. angelina and george
it's been a long day without you, my friend
and i'll tell you all about it when i see you again
it's good to see you again
y/n was sitting comfortably in the backseat of george's fancy car, earphones plugged in and listening to a song to drown out the sound of angelina and george talking about something they had seen on the news. her head was leaning against the window, her eyes drinking in the familiar view of london in nostalgia. it hurt her that she wasn't the only person who would see the beautiful city she'd known from the very beginning. and she missed it. angelina and george had picked her up from the quarantine centre after she had made a trip to albania for a couple of years with the rest of her auror unit to imprison the remaining death eaters.
albania had recently acquired many cases of dragonpox, and so all the unit members had to isolate in a little hotel by the edge of italy. it had been a few weeks since the start of the quarantine and now she was zooming along a british highway, ever so keen to see her friends and family again.
and fred.
fred was her best friend. they had been since 5th year. perhaps she was harbouring feelings for him, perhaps she wasn't.
and here she sat, curled up and watching the views, trying to decipher whether or not he'd be different. he had survived the war just barely. it would be acceptable for him to change.
did he still have the millions of freckles dotted along his face?
her face flushed just thinking about it. bringing her hands up to her cheeks she shook her head.
chile, y/n, he probably has a girlfriend. it's been two years, and he didn't like you two years ago, he won't like you now.
the thought alone made her frown.
"what's got you blushing and frowning like mad?" angelina looked at her through the mirror in the front of the car.
george whispered something in her ear and she giggled.
"y/n, is this possibly about a certain fred weasley?"
her eyes widened. "nope, not at all."
"really? so you were definitely not thinking about the amount of freckles my twin has on his face? hmm?"
"no! george, seriously?" she stuck my tongue out at him.
"or his ginger hair?" angelina added.
"no! you guys are idiots!" she folded her arms.
"and she's blushing again," angelina sniggered.
"stop!"
"it's okay, he blushes about you way more," george laughed, eyes on the road.
"stop, stop, stop!!!!!"
"it is true."
"no it isn't, okay? erm, i don't like him, he doesn't like me. we're best friends. you guys are gross."
she resumed looking out the window, shaking her head.
they had reached a pretty big house with two levels, with large windows that y/n would absolutely die to have and cute little bricks sticking out.
"what? i thought we were going back to my parent's house?"
"you wish."
"who are we visiting?"
"oh just a person i know from work," angelina said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"okay. did we bring anything?"
"just you," she replied, "me and george are heading back to our place. your stuffs at your parents."
george nodded.
y/n frowned, "okay."
she bounded up to the door and knocked a couple of times.
the door opened and she immediately began babbling off a greeting and an introduction without looking at the person.
"i'm y/n l/n, and i understand you're from angie's work! it's nice to meet yo-" her eyes were met by chocolate brown ones, framed by so many freckles. fred lived in this place?
"it's good to see you again, miss y/n l/n," he grinned and oh my oh my, y/n felt her heart skipping beats all over again.
fred was worried when there was silence, but he was pleasantly surprised when he felt arms wrap as much as they could around his waist. true to his nature, his cheeks turned as red as his hair.
he breathed in the smell of her hair, the smell of her and oh he had missed her so much.
"i missed you a lot," he mumbled, tightening his grip around her, "so so so so so much."
"me too, freddie," there that nickname was, and it made him possibly weak at how pretty she was and how pretty her voice was.
when she let go, he almost felt empty, and so he snaked an arm around her waist.
"your place is so beautiful, freddie!"
his secret was that he had bought it hoping that she would
live with him. he knew she loved beautiful windows and bay windows and balconies.
"not as beautiful as you, lovely."
and his eyes were graced by her flustered expression, her cheeks tinted the most delightful shade of pink.
"but the windows! gosh they're pretty."
"wanna live with me?" he dropped the question ever so casually.
"are you sure? i've got an apartment set up and all so it's no big deal-"
"no. i want you to live with me."
"then your wish is my command, i guess. i don't have much stuff though."
"that's fine! i knew you would say yes so i got a bedroom ready for you."
she hesitated. fred looked at her.
"is everything okay?"
"i-i don't want you to think that i'm best friends with you because you're rich or whatever and i feel like i'm taking advantage of your richness and it's not right?"
"you're not, okay?"
she nodded, still hesitating a little bit.
"if you really feel bad you can come visit me and george in the shop and do some type of customer service. you'll be paid."
"am i paying rent if i live here?" she asked.
"no, y/n, i own this place."
"don't you pay land tax?"
"yeah, but it's not that much."
"nope, i'm paying rent or you're not paying me for the shifts i do. or both. take your pick."
"i won't pay you for the shifts. is this really a big deal?"
"yes it is! it's money and morals. that's a very big deal."
"okay, fair."
"gimme a list of all my shifts please."
"nah, you pop in whenever you can."
"okay, when's rush hour?"
"hogsmeade weekends and thursdays."
☆
it was night. y/n couldn't sleep at all. she was lying in the insanely boujee king sized bed and the insanely comfortable sheets, and she still couldn't fathom why she couldn't sleep.
maybe it was because she always slept with one eye open in albania. habit.
so she was just sitting in her bed, looking around the room. she was tired, but she couldn't be untired.
and it would be selfish to disturb fred. but he had said his door was always open.
so she crept out and made her way through the corridors, finally stopping at a door which she hoped was fred's bedroom. it was half ajar, so she peeked her head around it.
he was asleep, a very thin blanket draped carelessly around his body, his ginger hair messy and his chest rising with every peaceful breath he took. his room was big and simple, cluttered in the most fred way.
she approached him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly.
"freddie??"
he opened his eyes drowsily, "mmm?"
"i can't sleep."
"'ave you tried countin' broomst'cks?"
"i can't sleep."
"'kay," he pulled her into his bed, wrapping his arms around y/n and tucking most of the gryffindor red blanket under her chin. it smelled like him, "this 'kay?"
fred was shirtless. y/n was blushing. "yeah."
"mm, have a good night, okay? i'm here, you're safe."
y/n nodded, feeling the most comfortable she had in two whole years, cuddling up to his chest as she fell into sleep.
sleep. she hadn't properly slept in two whole years. every night would be spent either patrolling or anxiously preparing for the next day. when she did get some shut-eye, it was broken and restless.
but her dreams were stopped with visions of terrifying death eaters casting sectumsempra onto the auror unit. she felt the pain she had endured through a long time ago. it left a scar on her back and imprints in her mind. it was impossible to forget. she remembered yelling as she saw another auror drop dead. running, running out of the hellhole of the death eater's base.
"y/n, y/n," fred was shaking her awake.
she was shaking, tears were running down her face. she fervently apologised to him.
"don't say sorry, lovely," he wiped the tears off of her face, "what was your dream about?"
"t-the mission, the death eaters w-were cutting people up and they got me."
"oh darling, why didn't you tell me this before?" he asked gently, cradling her head to his chest.
"it, it comes out at the worst times."
"well you're not in albania anymore, okay, love? you're here, in london, and you're safe. you're okay, you're fine."
she nodded, "sorry."
"don't you dare,
it isn't your fault. sleep, okay? i'll wait for you to go to sleep before i do, yeah?"
she nodded. her head fell onto his chest and fred traced gentle patterns on her back, whispering small nothings in her ear.
for the first time, it seemed like fred could watch her without repercussions. even with her tear-stained cheeks and wild hair, she was beautiful.
and when he had stayed up for hours into the night and morning for this girl, this was when he realised. he would do anything for her.
he loved her.
in which y/n l/n teaches her best friend fred weasley how to calculate taxes. the fluffiest of fluff, with a sprinkling of math.
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ft. visiting fred's place
how could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
how rich men do it
"this place is a mess," i muttered to myself, the plastic bags filled with groceries rustling as i quickly cleaned up the ginormous house with a flick of my wand. i set the food on the counter.
my parents had always brought some type of fresh food to the houses they were visiting and that stuck with me and my sister. whenever we visited mum and dad, we would separate what we would buy them. i would get them the fun things retirees are supposed to be enjoying and my sister would get the food and necessities.
"oh, hi," fred said absentmindedly.
his hair was messy and his eyes seemed unconcentrated.
"what's up with you?"
"trying to do taxes. i don't get how rich men do it!"
"really? the great, magnificent, ever so wealthy, mister weasley, son of arthur weasley and molly prewett, brother to-"
he folded his arms, "stop."
"yes, the humble peasant is at the service of mister weasley. want me to teach you?"
he nodded.
"magic word?"
"please."
"it was actually abracadabra but i'll let it slide this once," i pulled out a calculator.
"so, you got a tax table right?"
he nodded, pulling out a piece of paper with his tax statement on it.
"no, no, freddie, your tax statement and your salary are private, don't show it to me, i'll teach you through examples?"
"what's there to hide anyway??" he pouts.
"it's a matter of privacy, i think. now, to calculate your tax, you use the table."
"news flash," he quips sassily.
"well, there are levels to the table, right? and so, for example if the tax table is like this," i gesture to the table, "you need to find your salary on the table."
"what if i can't see my salary?" he asked.
"then you are in the $180,001 and over bracket."
"to calculate your tax, you separate your salary into many different brackets. if i earn $200,000 dollars, this is how i would calculate it. you need to pay tax for every single dollar over 18,200, so you must calculate it separately for each bracket of income you have."
i wrote down a procedure.
(200000-180001) x 0.45 + (180000-120001) x 0.37 + (120000-45001) x 0.325 + (45000-18201) x 0.19
i looked over at him. he definitely wasn't following at all.
"earth to taxpayer!!" i waved my hand before his eyes.
"huh?"
"just focus for this lil bit, okay, it's an easy concept to grasp."
"this...is easy?"
"rich men do it. rich women do it. you can. aren't you a rich man?"
he pouted cutely.
"okay, so just focus, a little, little bit? you need to grab your table, and calculate- helllooo?"
he was staring at me with a far-off look in his eyes.
"yeah, i'm listening. definitely."
"look, freddie, if you just listen and calculate the taxes, i'll do anything. i know, it really doesn't make sense because i'm the one teaching you but i have a feeling the taxes may be due at midnight today."
"anything?" his eyes were eager and calculating.
"well nothing that risks my life-"
"of course. continue explaining, please."
"oh, alright! you do it step by step-"
"got my taxes!"
"awesome, i knew you could do it. send the money off before you forget."
"okay, i just put in the tax deductions and send it off?"
"yeah!"
i was reading a book i had found lying randomly around when he tapped me on the shoulder.
i memorised the page. 134.
"mhm?"
he was looking down at me, smirking. i sighed.
"you promised me anything."
"okay. and?"
"i have something."
"alright."
"you have to admit that you love me."
"i love you," i said, giving him a big wide grin, "happy?"
"no."
"what?"
"love me more than as a best friend."
i felt my eyes widen. how had he known?
"w-what, i don't love you m-"
"y/n, seriously."
"okay. fine. i love you, more than a best friend, i have for a little while," i admitted, casting my eyes down in dismay as to try to avoid seeing his expression, "er, what was the point of this?"
there was silence, "yeah so, hopefully our friendship isn't ruined, i'll have you know i'm very good at moving on from people, so no worries at all."
i looked up at him. he looked shocked.
"i-i was only joking," he said.
"oof, okay, well this is a bit...not good," i immediately sprung up and smiled at him.
"wait. it was a joke."
"i got that part," i retorted.
"but it was a joke to-to..."
i laughed, "okay, okay, we laughed, okay freddie? there's no need to freak out. has a girl seriously never confessed to you befor-"
"it was a joke to hide my poorly concealed feelings."
"for?"
"you."
"that's legit?"
"yeah. it is. i love you too."
i felt a smile break onto my face.
"do you want to be my girlfriend?"
i nodded, "yeah, i'd like that."
"and sorry."
"huh?"
"i've loved you ever since i saw you. sorry it took so long for me to realise."
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the first time you wear his jumper, it's by accident. pansy parkinson, the resident matchmaker and casual prankster, has jinxed all of the students' clothes to swap with those of others as part of a prank war with, well, everyone, and the best thing? you can't swap back until pansy says so or there will be consequences
because with pansy parkinson, there are always consequences
so you wake up one morning, excited to go to hogsmeade finally, and you find a complete stranger's clothes in your own wardrobe
you huff and try to summon your own clothing, because all the wardrobe has is red, yellow and shades of grey
not only that, it's at least 5 sizes bigger
the accio! charm is blocked. damn pansy for her brilliant wandwork, you think
you look over to your dormmates. well they're lucky, one has got her boyfriend's clothes, one has got cho chang's wardrobe, and the other is fully embracing the emerald culture of the slytherin house
so you carefully fish out a comfy looking hoodie that might be able to be worn, ignoring the fact that it smells very very nice
you decide not to go in the underwear cabinet, because privacy
and you borrow a pair of leggings from your friend, because you wouldn't be able to wear the trackpants and slacks without tripping over every step
and you end up going unknowingly to breakfast in fred weasley's jumper
his favourite one too
and for the first time, why is it only the first time? he notices you
and he thinks it's definitely his favourite jumper now that he sees it hanging adorably off of you, the sleeves even rolled fall to past your fingertips and the end of the jumper reaches to past your thighs
and he's wearing george's clothes, because pansy just had to
so whilst you're in his jumper giggling and being impressed with your friends over boys who are wearing shirts sizes too small, he approaches you
"sup, darling," he says confidently
your friends erupt in giggles but you look at him confusedly
"who are you? sorry, i don't mean to be rude."
and he's just disappointed because surely everyone has heard of fred and george weasley?
and a neat, flirty conversation starts
you find yourself slowly being charmed by his jokes and raw laughter
and at the end, you're surprised when he tells you that you've got his jumper on
but he does seem like a heavy gryffindor patriot
and you find it kind of cute?
well, there's no going back from here, you think, come on, i can't crush on someone i've just met??!!!
but you can, and you do
and he invites you to go to the three broomsticks with him
you look to your friends and they just giggle and nod like the idiotic darlings they are
and you end up having a splendid time with him and become very good friends
the second time you wear his jumper, it's his quidditch one
he just randomly dumps it into your lap and you're super confused because yeah, you might like him but you're not dating or anything?
"hey fred?"
"mm?"
"why did you give me this?"
"to wear it?" he deadpans.
"isn't it a couples thing to do?"
"so now you don't wanna be a couple?"
and although you're cheering for your house and you don't find quidditch too interesting, you go for the sake of him
he finds it so hard to concentrate when he knows you're watching him, in his jersey
you occasionally look up from your conversation with hermione to watch for the snitch
but you can't take your eyes off of fred, he's casually flying about, and he looks absolutely handsome as he beats away the bludgers, grinning and winking at you
you nearly faint just like the tons of other girls who the wink might be directed at
the third time you wear his jumper, it's the morning after you stay over at his place (fredlives!au)
and you're in the sweater molly knitted for him and he almost dies inside because the sight before him is just so sweet and endearing and reminds him of the first time he ever saw you
you look up at him from the book you're reading and raise your eyebrows, because he's smiling and it's a quiet smile
"what?"
"i'm so lucky."
"to?"
"for."
"for?"
"you."
you laugh and fred swears it's the best thing he's ever heard and you're the best thing he's ever had
when he tells you that, you just frown
"is that supposed to be good?"
he's astounded because here is a goddess who doesn't even know her effect on people
it's now he realises he wants to tell you how beautiful you are every day and night and he wants to marry you
he doesn't think you even need him, the way you're pondering over a book and sipping a cup of coffee, you're so fiercely independent
but he needs you, he decides
"do you wanna read this or no? 'cause you're burning holes in my head, my love," you say
he doesn't reply, instead just hugging you as tight as he can
"you're not going anywhere," he says stubbornly
"i wasn't planning to," you reply ever so casually, flipping the page of your book
"good."
the fourth time you wear his jumper, it's a big coat that he's draped over your shoulders because it's cold and dark
you're walking through hogsmeade and you're so tired, so you lean on him, feeling your head slump onto his chest
and you just about fall asleep and nearly fall over before he catches you
"just a few more metres," he keeps saying gently, his arm around your waist
"but i'm comfy," you whine
"but you can't fall asleep here, love."
"try me."
and anyone who's walking on the street can clearly see that he's utterly whipped for you by the way he looks at you with such bright and sparkling eyes
even under the moonlight, you're beautiful and you're still in his coat after all these years
"i love you."
"i love you too," you reply drowsily.
"i love you, i love you, i love you..." he repeats.
when you're home, he'll gently take off your clothes (with your consent, of course) and run you a hot bath
he'll dress you in soft pyjamas and cuddle you even though you're already half asleep and kiss your forehead just before you doze off
and he's so good to you and you're so good to him
he's just always smiling happily around you because you are his sunshine and his world
the fifth time you wear his jumper, it's a red puffer jacket
yes, he's still a gryffindor patriot after all these years
and you are walking through the snow with him to wherever he's taking you
it's a pretty little reserve and you gasp at the flowers that are frostily blooming
"it's so wonderful, freddie!"
there's no reply. you look over to him and he's on one knee
"y/n l/n, i-i don't know what i would do without you. you're my everything," he pauses. he adds smoothly, "marry me?"
and you nod and he beams brighter than ever before and kisses you deeply, sneakily putting a silver ring with a ruby on it onto your fourth finger
in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.
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ft. hermione, lee and alicia
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
the girl in the lilac dress
i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.
out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.
i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.
"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.
she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."
he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.
"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.
"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"
she observed me and i laughed.
"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."
"friends with benefits?"
"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."
"bitter about it?"
i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."
"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"
i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"
"i model for witch weekly."
i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"
"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.
"my friends are, so naturally i am."
"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."
"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.
"you are much too cutesie for his type."
i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.
"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"
"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"
"uhh, not really?"
"well they're all models for one magazine or another."
"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.
"i just thought you should know."
i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."
she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."
her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.
"only three things??" i asked, shocked.
"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."
we had reached the ministry.
"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.
all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.
i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.
"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.
"hello y/n!"
in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.
"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"
"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.
i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"
"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."
"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."
"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."
"how much experience?"
"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."
"perfect. and hepole?"
"on the way."
"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.
"hello, poplinn speaking."
"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."
"miss l/n! o-of course!"
"and pop?"
"y-yeah?"
"call me y/n."
i hung up, dialling harry's office.
"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."
"of course."
i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.
"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."
"sorry dray, but it's important."
"there's no one else?"
"there are others, but we need your expertise."
there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"
"it's fading anyway. no."
"i'll be paid?"
"in hundreds."
"how old are the children?"
"2 and 4," hermione said.
the silence told me he was sold.
"i'll be there."
i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"
"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.
"'course."
i smiled, "c'ya!"
she was shaking her head.
"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"
"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."
"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."
"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."
"hey! that's rude."
"just go on your mission already."
i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"
kalle looked at me, "yes?"
"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"
she smiled, "okay."
"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"
"alright, good luck, head!"
"thanks, bye!"
i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.
i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.
"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"
i looked at hepole.
he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."
"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.
"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."
i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.
"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"
"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.
"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.
"right right, i love you, bye!"
the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.
putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.
i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.
when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.
pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.
when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.
"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.
"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.
"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.
"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."
i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."
she shook her head in dismay.
"lol."
i watched the needle go in.
then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.
"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."
i nodded, "thanks yvonne."
"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."
"am not!"
she laughed. "that's funny."
after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.
i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.
looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.
i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.
and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.
i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.
fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.
whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.
deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.
i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.
"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.
alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.
"hey ali!"
"hi! come in!"
at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.
"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."
i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.
"snacks?"
"your favourites."
"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.
"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.
"he's cute, isn't he?"
"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.
i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.
gingerly, i bandaged the wound.
by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.
alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.
"thank you, ali, i love you."
"you damn well do."
we both giggled.
"what happened?" she asked me.
"nothing. i just wanted a change."
"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"
"just a long mission, that's all."
"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."
"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"
"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."
"well i wanted to visit you!"
"bullshit."
"is it that hard to believe?"
"what the fuck did fred do to you?"
"nothin'?"
"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."
"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."
"you're awesome at lying."
"i'm not lying!"
"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"
i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.
"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."
"oh?"
"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."
"what did you say back?"
"i told her to fuck off."
i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."
"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"
"whoa how did you know?"
"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"
i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."
"what did fred and pretoria do?"
"nothing."
"please tell me?"
"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."
"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"
i nodded.
"that doesn't seem right."
i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."
"his mother would kill him!"
i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."
"molly weasley, y/n!"
"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."
"doesn't mean it's good."
"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."
i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"
"don't be afraid to let it all out."
"yeah."
i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.
the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.
i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.
"court sitting this early?" she asked me.
i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."
"that's smart."
"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"
"i reckon he'll just confess."
"criminals don't go down easily."
"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."
"are they here today?"
"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."
"parents?"
"dead."
"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"
"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."
"that's awesome."
the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.
he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.
"what an idiot, sending a message like that."
"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."
we laughed.
"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.
"i don't know if he's still into me?"
i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."
"i never see him."
"then see him more!"
"how? i'm so busy!"
"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.
we sat down at the cafeteria.
"i guess not, but he's busy!"
"busy enough for you?"
"i guess not."
"'xactly."
"but he might not wanna go on a date."
"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"
the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.
i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.
"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.
"nothing to be worried 'bout."
"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.
"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."
"'kay."
hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.
"y/n?"
"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."
"o-okay."
"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"
"what? why?"
"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"
"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.
"nup, it isn't," i replied.
and with that, i hung up.
"hey 'mione?"
she was glaring at me, "what."
"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.
she laughed, "i love you."
"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."
"what do you think i should wear?"
"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."
"okay! you wanna go now?"
"it's 11?"
"yeah!"
"alrighty! kalle!"
kalle turned to us, "yes?"
"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."
"alright, bye."
we apparate to hogsmeade.
"what theme do you wanna go for?"
"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"
"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.
"hello?" it was fred this time.
"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."
"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."
"thanks, bye."
"wait!"
"mhm?"
"can we talk?"
"erm- about what exactly?"
"everything."
i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."
"okay. have a good time, lovely."
"you too."
i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?
what the hell was going on?
"let's go, mione!"
we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.
"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.
"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"
"with lav brown."
"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."
"she's dead?"
"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."
"yeah."
"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"
"yeah."
"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."
"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.
"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."
"pont knight?"
"former assistant of me."
"pont knight?"
"yeah, i know right."
"how did he go again?"
"oh, i fired him," i laughed.
"why?"
"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."
"interesting."
"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."
"do you think he did anything else?"
"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"
"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."
"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."
"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"
i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"
she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."
"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."
"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.
i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."
"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."
"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."
we continued chatting until it was 4:30.
"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"
"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."
"thanks. i owe you."
"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"
"love you too!"
i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.
with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.
i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.
i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.
i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"
they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.
"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"
they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."
i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."
"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.
i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"
they shrugged.
"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."
"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."
it brought on a cacophony of greetings.
"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"
we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.
i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.
i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.
fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.
"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.
"'mione! how did it go?"
"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"
"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.
"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.
"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"
i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"
"whaT y/n????"
cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"
i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.
"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"
i squealed silently again.
"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"
"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.
"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"
"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"
"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"
"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.
another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.
"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."
"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.
"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"
"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"
"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.
"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."
"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"
"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"
"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."
oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.
"nope."
"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"
"no please come! there's a surprise!"
i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"
"no, no, don't do that."
"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"
"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."
"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."
"oh crap."
i sighed.
"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"
"what the-"
the line ended.
i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.
"is everything okay??" i asked him.
"no," he said rudely.
"well, do you need any help?"
"no."
"how was your day?"
"fine."
i sighed, "okay."
"you called ron cute."
i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."
he frowned.
"she kissed me!"
"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.
he was silent.
"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"
"okay."
"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."
"have a nice sleep."
the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.
it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.
winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.
"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."
had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.
"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.
i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.
i ran towards it.
"whoa."
it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.
large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.
i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.
"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.
yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.
i immediately got up.
"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.
"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.
"you like it?" he asked.
"love it."
"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."
"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.
"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."
"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."
"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."
"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."
"jeesh okay."
i looked at him.
"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.
"alright, i'm all ears."
"okay. so she talked with you right?"
i nodded.
"did she take a piece of hair from you?”
i nodded again.
"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."
i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.
"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."
"what do you wanna be?"
"could we be official, please?"
he grinned, "of course."
then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"
"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.
he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.
"feel that, beautiful?"
i nodded.
"only you."
he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.
"that's not fair!"
and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.
he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.
it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.
"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.
"oh?"
"yeah. yeah."
"i don't believe you."
"that's because you can't see yourself right now."
