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Cross My Heart - Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader (Part 2)
Fred thought that he finally succeeded, he had finally got the girl he had wanted. However, things didn't seem that simple. (I felt the itch to continue this one.)
Word count: 2,663
Part 1
{Content: strong language, angst, fluff}
A week had passed already since the events of hogsmeade and Fred had never felt quite so anxious in his entire existence. The date had gone well, or so he had thought at the time. Post the unexpected, but gratefully received, kiss Fred had dragged them both to The Three Broomsticks opting for a cosy enclosed corner. The enclosed part was essential information because that led to the second kiss, then the third, up until he could no longer count how many times he had sucked the frothy moustache of Butterbeer from her top lip. It all felt like a very real, very vivid dream. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine, skin softer than silk under his palm and each touch felt like electricity.
So, of course anyone would understand his frustration when he turned up for double potions Monday morning and she refused to even look at him the entire class. She walked in less than a minute before the lesson began, hair flicking right past him and sitting in the furthest possible corner she could. She kept her head down, eyes glued to her book and cauldron with a stone faced expression. To add to his predicament Snape seemed to be in an awfully bad mood, looking for anything to punish someone for. Every attempt Fred had made to possibly get the girl's attention had been foiled by the old battle-ax, even just the flicker of his irises had been enough to deduct points from Gryffindor. When the painfully long two hours was up she had disappeared in a matter of seconds, one second she was clearing her books and the next she was out the door without a trace. It had been days running of the same behaviour, he was certain she was purposely avoiding him.
George had found his twin sulking in the common room the following Monday, arms crossed along one of the coffee tables and chin resting upon them with a pout on his lips. He was rolling his wand along the wooden surface, back and forth and back and forth and-
"So, still nothing?" George took the seat across from his twin, he folded his arms over his chest as he took in Fred's glum expression. The boy only grumbled in response lifting his head just to bury it within the confides of his arms. George simply rolled his eyes with a soft sigh. "Are you sure you took the right girl to hogsmeade?" He tried to joke, but that only resulted in him getting a sofa cushion thrown at him.
"Wow touchy." He scoffed catching the pillow with one hand. "Maybe, it's time you get over her. She's clearly not interested." George's voice was much softer now, Fred's head slowly lifted to look up at his brother.
"That's not it, I think she's freaked out."
"From kissing you? Understandable." This earned George a glare sharp enough to cut glass.
"Don't be a prat, I'm being serious."
"Makes a change." George had a bad habit of releasing his deadpan humour during the worst possible moments. "Alright," he sighed rolling his head back. "Let's come up with a plan."
"A plan?" Fred looked up at his twin one eye brow raised and the other furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean 'operation Snakes and Ladders'." George grinned a wide toothy smile, Fred wasn't following.
"Snakes and what?"
"Ladders like the Muggle game, dad found one at that old car boot sale mum had to drag him by his ankles from last year."
"Right." Fred however still looked confused, he was now looking at George like he was speaking gobbledygook.
George rolled his eyes once more noticing the blank expression on Fred's face. "It's a code name, the plan is to get you alone with y/n."
"And how do you expect to do that? She won't even look at me." Fred grumbled rubbing a palm over his face.
"You're forgetting one important detail." Fred raised a singular eyebrow at his brother. "I'm George Weasley."
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She was being watched, she could feel it. That prickle of eyes on her back every time she turned around, a hushed sound around every corner. She was being paranoid, a constant state of fight or flight mode had taken over since that one fated Saturday and now she couldn't bear the idea of facing a certain redhead. She didn't linger longer than necessary between classes, not even during dinner. The only place she would ever spend time was the library, surely he didn't care enough about school to ever step foot in there. That's exactly where she found herself this evening, surrounded by astronomy textbooks trying to work out different constellations and their meanings. It was brain numbingly dull, but at least there was no Daphne who had been prodding about the date with the 'mystery boy' over and over for the past week. As if she needed reminding of everything that happened.
She sighed, finally stretching her neck from where she has been hunched over for the past thirty minutes, rolling her shoulders back with a light stretch. It was late, soon the prefects would be scouring the halls for unsuspecting victims. Then that feeling crept in again, the feeling of eyes on her. That tingle at the back of her neck causing the hairs to stand on end. "You're being ridiculous." She muttered to herself in a hushed whisper, shaking her head like she disapproved of the feeling.
"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, right?" She felt her stomach drop. Her face snapped up to meet the ginger man it belonged to. She wasn't quite sure if she felt a wave or relief or anxiety wash over her when she realised it wasn't Fred, instead George stood before her all smirks and raised eyebrows. "Don't worry, I'm the other one." He playfully rolled his eyes, pulling out the chair across from her and taking a seat without invitation. A light scowl set across her features, eyes glaring across at him.
"I know." She snapped at him possibly a little more passive aggressive than necessary.
"Really, what gave it away?" His smirk widened slightly. "The fact I'm not frothing at the mouth just looking at you?"
"I didn't hear you coming." Sure, that wasn't the only thing that gave it away but she couldn't exactly stand there telling him about how Fred's nose is slightly straighter, how his smile was the tiniest bit more crooked, his eyes softer and he always smelled like-
"I'm definitely the more graceful of us both."
"What is it you want, George?" She sighed, eyes coming up to meet his with a hopeless expression and clear exhaustion.
"You too speak to my brother would be a start." She should have known, what else could George possibly want other than to prolong her suffering?
"Which one, you have so many." Her sarcasm was clear in her tone, a smug smirk plastered across her lips. George couldn't help but let out a humourless laugh.
"Don't be difficult, you know exactly which one I mean."
"Why should I speak to him?" She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest with narrowed eyes.
"He deserves an explanation."
"I don't owe him anything."
"I beg to differ." George was firm, even as her fire was building up around him his defences stood tall and unbreakable. He was stubborn as a mule, walls of stone and he wasn't going down without a fight.
"Why does it matter to you?" She snarked back, eyes meeting his in an icy glare piercing.
"Cause I'm sick of his sulking." She tutted. She had noticed, the yearning looks from across the classroom though she pretended she was oblivious.
"Do you like him?" It was simple. The simplest question in the world, yet she hesitated. Her mouth opened before shutting abruptly. It was too late, she couldn't deny it now the truth was written all over her face. George smirked, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Why are you lying to yourself?"
'Because it's easier.' That's what she wanted to respond with, the exact same excuse she had given to Fred outside of Zonko's. In reality it wasn't easier, denying the feelings only made her more frustrated, desperate, the need for affection twitching down her back like an itch she couldn't scratch. The feeling of his lips against hers, hands slipping into her own had been the first real thing she'd ever felt in a long time. But still, the insistent knowledge of how this would change everything never left her mind. Her friends would never approve, like hell did she need more reasons to be set apart from her house peers.
"I'm not lying about anything."
"Be honest with yourself for once in your life." When their eyes connected she felt like she had been stripped bare, straight to the core of her feelings, the most vulnerable part of her on full display. "Talk to him, that's all I'm asking."
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The astronomy tower was cold this late at night, not quite as blistering as it had been the previous winter but drafty from the wind. Just cold enough for her to pull her cardigan around her shoulders a little tighter as the air lifted her hair slightly, dashing across her face no matter how many times she fixed it behind her ear. She would have preferred any other spot then here to be stuck waiting, but unfortunately she hadn't been given that option. This had to be George's idea of romance or suffering, both worked. She stood looking out across the grounds, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of her cardigan loosening the threads. Her pyjamas were doing nothing to help retain warmth, the thin plaid bottoms only just surpassing her ankles and white lace camisole that certainly wasn't made with late night rendezvous in mind.
She looked to see the moon, glowing and pregnant in the sky above. It couldn't be much past midnight, she had been waiting for ten minutes already. She huffed, hugging herself impossibly tighter. Five more minutes then she'll ditch, she was cold and the later it became the more risky it was getting caught out of bed. Just as the thought crossed her mind she heard footsteps, there was a slight rush to them like the person was eager to get up as fast as possible. She lingered for a moment, disappearing into the shadows just in case.
Fred's pale features glowed in the moonlight, almost ethereal if that was even possible. He hadn't caught her yet, slightly breathless from his haste. His eyes raked over the tower, searching until he noticed the subtle gleam of eyes in the shadows.
"You came." She stepped into the moonlight at his words, there was no point in hiding now. "I didn't believe you would." He sounded slightly relieved.
"Seems your brother is rather convincing." She shrugged, eyes looking away from his to cast upon the floor.
"Seems he is." Then silence fell. Just them and the wind whistling in their ears, a slight unease upon the breeze. "Why?" There was meant to be more to that sentence, a real question but the words died on his tongue.
"Why what?"
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not avoiding you."
"You clearly are."
"Not everything is about you, Fred."
"No, but this is." He took a sure step forward, her eyes flicked up to meet his now he was invading her space. "You're just too proud to admit it."
She scoffed, turning away to look upon the darkened grounds once more. Another short period went without either speaking, just charged energy between them. "What happened that day should never have happened." Her voice was softer, no longer holding that sharp edge she was previously speaking with.
"And why's that?" Fred's arms crossed over his chest, his head cocking to the side slightly.
"Because it was a mistake." The cracks in her voice began to show, a vulnerability Fred had never witnessed before. He still couldn't see her face, still facing away from him.
"Why?"
"Don't you get it?" She turned, hair dancing in the moonlight against the inky night sky. "We would never work."
His face softened, the smallest smile playing on the corner of his lips. "How can you be so sure?" His voice was also softer than previously, he wanted to reach out, to touch her but thought better of it.
She sighed, she still couldn't look him in the eye, instead looking just past him into nothingness. "We are from different worlds, Fred. I don't belong in yours and you don't belong in mine." Her words were slightly rehearsed in her delivery, hollow almost like they had been swirling around her head.
"Wow, how long have you been practicing that line?" He raised an eyebrow at the girl, she was still not looking at him, now her gaze once again touched the floor.
"We both know it's me never going to work between us."
"So, you don't even want to try?" His smile had completely dropped from his features now, just a hard line remained.
"It's pointless, it's deeper than just house rivalry. It's our families, our lives outside of here." She gestured to the stone walls that separated them from the rest of the wizarding world, the walls that were only temporary.
"I don't think you understand." He breathed, a step closer and fully invading all her space now. "I will do everything in my power to make this work, to make you happy." His hand reached out, rough fingers from wooden brooms and bats ran along her cheek in such a gentle way it felt foreign. She twitched at the touch, flinching away but she had nowhere she could run now. He sounded so unlike himself, he wasn't the annoying Gryffindor prankster that laughed in the face of authority. He was Fred, vulnerable, sweet and kind. A kindness she wasn't used too. She fell into his deep brown eyes, so deep she didn't even notice when their fingers intertwined, only when palm layed against palm did she realise with a gasp and her heart speeding up in her chest.
"I told you, fuck em. Anyone who tells you what to do, what to say. Fuck em all."
"Always so cocky and such terrible language." The smallest hint of a smile came to the edges of her lips, grip tightening only slightly against his.
"And you like it." He looked down at her, fingers intertwined and noses so close to bumping against one another.
"Unfortunately." The smile finally crept up upon her lips.
"And I like it when you do that." His own lips twitched up.
"Do what?"
"Smile. You never seem to anymore." She went to speak, to correct him but he was right again. She wasn't even sure when the last time she smiled was, supposing it must have been when she was last with him.
"Must you always be so perceptive."
"Only when it concerns you." The heat rose up to her cheeks. "I like that too." He poked one cheek gently.
She rolled her eyes the way she always did around him, the one consistent part of their relationship. "Give over." He chuckled, sweeping a strand of hair from her face, the one that has been bothering her, she had long forgotten about it.
"Please, promise me you won't run from me this time?" Their eyes met, a stream of electricity sparking as they did. "Please?"
She bit her bottom lip, her gaze cast down once more. "Fred, I...I don't know if I can."
He took a breath, long and slow. "Alright."
"I'm... I'm sorry." Her eyes finally flickered back up to meet his, there was raw and honest remorse there.
"How about we...keep each other a secret, until you are ready?"
"Freddie, please...I can't..." She panted, eyes glassy with tears streaking down her burning cheeks. The room felt like a sauna, heat rising with very movement of their bodies against one another. Fred's face was buried between her thighs, tongue delving into the depths of her sweetness like a cat that got the cream.
"Yes you can." He breathed against her heat as he pulled back for a second, his chin soaked in her fluids dribbling onto the sheets below them. "Just one more angel, you can do that for me right?" His tongue lapped through her softness, paying particular attention to that spot right at the top, that little button of pleasure that had brought her to the edge once already tonight. "One more and I'll let you have me."
The day had already been long, it felt as if the entire school had been testing her patience. Being in seventh year she had assumed the younger students would treat her with more respect, Merlin was she wrong in thinking that. Slughorn had been adamant about having her do some assistant teaching during her spare time, he believed she would make a particularly skilled potions master in years to come. At first she was apprehensive but with little to no convincing, since she simply could not find it in her heart to say no, she had agreed. She had blissfully forgotten how much trouble third years were when she turned up to the class, Slughorn leaving her in charge for no more than ten minutes and the place descended into chaos. Ingredients thrown across the room landing in unattended cauldrons, bubbles and fireworks exploding from random places around the classroom. She had tried to regain control, casting summoning charms, stopping ingredients flying through mid air but there was only so much she could do. When Slughorn returned the place looked as if it had been turned over and shaken like a snow globe. She had mallowsweet leaves stuck in her hair and powdered ashwinder eggs coating her nose.
"My my, you best go get yourself cleaned up."
She had left with her own brewing shame inside her chest, going to the only person she knew would make her feel better. Fred was lounging in the Gryffindor common room without a care in the world, his eyes caught hers as she walked in looking like she had a fight with the whomping willow and lost.
Fast forward to right now, his face between her thighs holding her legs apart. Her clothes had come off pretty fast after pulling her into the boys dorm, locking the door behind them and adding a chair against the nob just in case alohomora was cast but someone who didn't get the hint. "You taste so good pretty girl, so sweet." He had added a finger, pressing slowly into her entrance. The smallest squeak escaped her lips from the sudden entrusion, her eyes closing tight as her face contorted in pleasure.
"You like that, huh bunny?" That damn nickname, the one he had been using since the day they met on the Hogwarts express. The girl and her bunny plush practically attached to her side.
"Freddie, I...please..."
"Shush, it's okay." He soothed. "Freddie will make it all go away." He took a long languid lick along her slit as he pressed a second finger inside, curving just slightly to graze upon that spongy spot inside of her.
"Oh, oh Fred please...I'm...I'm close..." She could barely do more than babble as the new intense feeling washing over body. Her head was thrown back against the pillows, eyes still shut but tighter than previously.
"Come for me bunny, I want to taste you again." That's all it took for her to be thrown over the edge, landing in the waves of pleasure and sweat. Her body glistening in the glow of sex, eyes glazed over as the feeling sored through her like a possession. The breathiest sound so far left her lips, trying her best to be quiet in case someone overheard. Fred didn't stop devouring, lapping up every drop of fluid like he was desperate to clench his thirst.
As her body went limp below him his head lifted, eyes dilated and lustful with his own need glinting inside. His chin slick with her arousal, taking the back of his hand wiping it from himself only to bring it up to his lips and lick it off. She just breathed, biting her bottom lip softly as she began to lower from cloud nine. He crawled up her body, licking a long stripe from her belly button up to her chest then finally landing a sucking kiss upon her collar bone. "That was so hot." He grinned into her neck. He lifted himself onto his palms, hovering just above her. He was still fully clothed, his jeans getting increasingly tight around his member that was standing to attention against her lightly bruised thigh.
"Has my bunny got enough energy to bounce for me?" He teased, kissing a trail along her neck and up to her earlobe before taking it between his teeth softly. A small incomprehensible whine escaped her lips, the idea exhausted her but she couldn't help but want it. "I didn't quite catch that sweet thing?" He whispered into her ear, his tone dripping in arousal.
"I'm so tired..." She returned, a hand coming up to cup his face. "I won't be able to stay up."
"It's okay, I'll hold you." He winked, leaning down to peck her lips before standing making quick work of his shirt and belt. His jeans and boxers came off together not wanting to waste anymore time than necessary. He needed this just as much as her, as much as he adored having his face crushed against her wet cunt and as much as her taste turned him on it wasn't enough.
He crawled back over her, a hand coming to cup her breast and fingers rolling a soft nipple to full hardness. "Are you ready, bunny?" She could only give him a half nod, the overstimulation was already too much to bear.
He flipped them both with ease, lifting her so he could look over every part of her skin. The way the beads of sweat ran between her breasts, her soft stomach and the curve of her waist. To him she was the only art he would ever want to consume, even the way her hair stuck to her slick skin drove him crazy. He bit down upon his bottom lip, his hands slowly tracing around her edges, every dip committed to memory. He lifted her hips slowly, her own hand coming down to guide him inside her abyss. It started as just the tip, his face already gasping from her tightness. "Angel, you're squeezing so hard." He breathed. "Relax for me."
She nodded trying her best to let her body go slack in his grip, this allowed him to push in more and more until. "Fuck!" He groaned as he bottomed out inside of her, eyes closing as he allowed her to adjust to his size. He had quite the reputation for being on the larger side, the last thing he wanted was to be the type prat who prioritized his own pleasure over her comfort. "Are you okay, baby?" His chocolate brown eyes, darkened from lust, met her own. Her lashes pressed gently against her flushed cheeks for a moment.
"I'm okay." She finally responded after a long dragged out breath, her words were slightly slurred from the intensity. "Take me."
He started off slow at first, rolling his hips up into hers grinding deep. "Merlin, you are so perfect." One of his hands came to grip hers, holding her in place as he set the slow steady rhythm between them. He wanted her to feel all of him inside her, every inch, every vein, every twitch.
Slowly she began to lift her hips in time with his grinds inside of her, her mouth forming an o shape as he hit places inside of her his fingers could never dream of reaching. "Ah, shit don't hurt yourself for me bunny." Her pace began to build as confidence flowed through her, her gaze stayed upon his face. His own eyes flicked between hers and where he was buried within her, the sight making him salivate like he was starved. His eyes lifted to her breasts, pebbled nipples bouncing with each thrust he met her with. He reached out squeezing one with his freehand, thumb running along the flesh. Her head fell back as she let out a sound of pure, filthy, ecstasy.
He met every movement with his own but it wasn't enough, her hips were getting sloppy having not long since orgasmed for the second time in the past forty minutes. He groaned, flipping her back onto her back without pulling out and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "'T's okay, I got you."
Her head fell back into the pillows silently thanking Merlin, her gaze set upon him with an amount of love she'd be embarrassed to say out loud. He caught it, that longing gaze of love that said things words never found between them. He slowed for a second, leaning down so close the tips of their noses brushed against each other. "So beautiful." He whispered before pressing his lightly chapped lips against her soft ones, the lingering flavour of pomegranate lip balm just about still there.
He could easily get lost in her, looking deeply into her eyes with each thrust causing stars to bloom in his vision. His nose came down to her neck, inhaling that soft scent of vanilla he had become obsessed with. The scent alone was enough to send him spiralling. He murmured nonsense into her neck, praise and soft sounds tumbling into a hot mess.
"You always smell so good." He sighed before sucking a particularly dark mark upon her neck, then trailing his tongue up to her jawline. "Shit, I'm not gonna last."
"Fred...my love I can't take much more..." Her voice wobbled, she could barely keep her eyes open. The hand that wasn't holding her wrists against the mattress trailed down between them, fingers finding their rest upon her already throbbing centre.
"I know baby, just one last time with me." His thrusts began to speed up, the soft wet sound of their hips slapping together filled the space around them. He rubbed her in time with his moments, the faster he got the sloppier he became with time. He was on his own edge, seconds away from his climax.
"Shit!" He gasped before slamming home one last time, his entire body shook in the after glow with a few more lazy pumps. Her third and final orgasm hit, heavier than the previous two. Her entire body fell limp against the mattress, all except her legs that stayed tightly wrapped around his waist. Her gaze was hazy just about making out Fred above her, his messy red hair sticking to his forehead. He let go of her hand and lowered himself on top of her without pulling out, head resting against her chest, it was always his favourite place to land. Now she was free her hands came down to rub soothing curls upon his freckled back, catching her own breath in time.
"You did amazing, Bunny." She could only hum, eyes closing as she let the afterglow take over her sore limbs. "So tell me," he lifted his face once more after a couple minutes of comfortable silence between the pair. "What got you all worked up?"
Sleeping with a Ghoul - Ghost!Fred Weasley x Reader
The last thing she expected to fall for was a ghost.
Word Count: 3517
{Contains: strong language, slight angst, flirting, death, ghosts, mentions of war, slightly explicit.}
"So, do you have any experience working within retail?" The pale ginger man before her asked. She was sat at the opposite side of his desk, trying her best not to get distracted by the miscellaneous sounds coming from around the building. It wasn't uncommon to hear the odd crack, smash, pop every now and then within Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, but for her this was completely new territory.
"I...erm no." She stammered slightly. Merlin she was messing this up. "But, I did wait tables at The Three Broomsticks during the summer holidays." That sounded way too eager, didn't it? She mentally groaned. Y/n was still fairly fresh out of Hogwarts while the wizarding community was in disrepair still on the mend after the second war. Finding a job was becoming impossible for any freshly graduated students, faith in the ministry was diminishing after their poor attempt of keeping the community safe so people weren't entirely fond of working at the bottom of that food-chain. Retail work was as good as it was going to get for a while.
He seemed to consider this. "I always thought Madam Rosmerta was fit." He thought out loud, for a second she wasn't sure if he had meant to say that.
"She was good to me." A nod.
"Well, if you are good enough for Rosmerta you're good enough for me." He clapped his hands, rubbing his palms together with a smile. "I'll show you around then, shall I?"
"Wait, what?" Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she watched him stand from his chair and dust off his plaid suit. "We've barely been talking for five minutes and I have zero experience, yet you are hiring me just like that?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing as she stood, chair scraping across the wood paneling. She had been doing interview after interview for every possible job she could, every single one had refused her or said they would get back to her then never did. She was starting to think she was cursed.
The ginger man looked over her slightly, folding his arms over his tweed blazered chest and shrugged. "Yes, now come on then I haven't got all day." Before she knew it he had grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall and into the belly of the shop. "Now, no more of that Mr Weasley nonsense. My name's George." She nodded, the heat coming up to her cheeks. At the cash register was a slightly younger man who was also very ginger and freckled faced.
"Ah Ronniekins, meet our newest addition to the team." George smiled as he pulled her over to, who she assumed, was his younger brother.
"Alright, I hope he wasn't too hard on you. Made me test out all sorts of vile things when I joined." Yep, definitely his brother. She glanced up at George whose face turned slightly pink.
"That's our Ron, full of jokes." George ruffled his hair to which the latter hit his hand away. "Right, as I was saying this-"
"George...don't forget to tell her about...you know." Ron interrupted, his eyes seemed to twitch over to something just behind her but before she could turn to look George had her hand again causing her to look up at him once more.
"Yes Ronald, I'm getting there alright. Now where was I?" George pulled her away but her eyes lingered on the younger boy for a moment as she was led through the shop. He avoided her gaze, getting back to work behind the counter using his wand to organise different products around.
"Mr-"
"What did I say about calling me that, we aren't that formal around here." George snickered as he stopped her from completing her question.
"Sorry, George what was Ron talking about just a moment ago." In that split second y/n was sure she heard a short, disembodied laugh from the corner of the store, her head turned sharply towards the sound but was greeted by shelves.
"Ah, yes well as you know the job comes with accommodation." She nodded slowly, that was one of the biggest reasons she took it to move away from the Highlands where there were very few jobs going. "You see-well how do I put this."
"What?" He sighed, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
"You see the flat above the shop, well it's not exactly...fully vacant."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Her eyebrows once again furrowed in confusion, it was a one bed flat how could they advertise it if it wasn't vacant. He lent against one of the shelves for a moment, his bottom lip was between his teeth like he was finding the words.
"Well it's vacant of living people." He cringed slightly not looking her in the eyes. "If you understand what I mean."
"You're saying it's haunted?" She asked still looking slightly perplexed by his responses.
"Exactly." He nodded with a sheepish smile. "Lovely fella though, honestly he won't be a problem I promise." He put his arm around her shoulders with the intention of carrying on with the tour.
"Wait a second, there was nothing in the ad about it being haunted." She pulled herself out of his grasp.
"Ah well yes. That was a grave oversight on my part."
"That's not an oversight, you intentionally weren't going to mention it were you?" To that he huffed in frustration.
"Look, I'm sorry but 'haunted flat included' doesn't look very good for marketing." He half joked with a shrug. "Besides he gets lonely here now I've moved out with my fiance, oh and he also promised to stay out of your way as much as possible." Now it was her turn to sigh, she wished she was better at standing her ground and saying she wasn't comfortable. Alas, she kept her mouth closed, she needed the job, really bloody needed the job.
"Who is it?" Her shoulders slumped in defeat, however George looked delighted at the news.
"You can come out now Freddie." George called into the shop, at first there was no response for a few moments as she looked around curiously before-
"BOO!"
The sound vibrated in her eardrum from where it was suddenly shouted right beside her, she jumped forward nearly falling on top of George who caught her with ease "Woah, easy there tiger I got you." George chuckled holding her up right. "Was there really any need for that Freddie?"
"Just cause you got all old and boring doesn't mean I have to be that way!" She turned to face the voice being greeted by a slightly hazy figure, pearlescent white and slightly see through. He looked exactly like George but younger, youth still flowed around him even beyond the grave. He didn't have the slight bags under his eyes or faint smile lines George had.
"This is my twin brother Fred and the resident ghost." Fred's eyes raked her figure, clearly wanting her to notice as he slowed them over each curve.
"Is this my new toy?" He ran the tip of his tongue over his teeth, raising one eyebrow. "You've got fine taste for an old man."
"She's not your toy Freddie, she's an employee and you promised to stay out of her way." George scolded his younger looking twin brother shaking his head.
"Yeah, well that was before I saw her." Fred nodded too y/n with a wink before whistling.
"Fred." George warned once again, his once playful smile turned to a stoic look of seriousness.
"I'm just messing, Merlin you've become square. Bet it was old Angie weren't it." To this George just rolled his eyes, he looked slightly exasperated but was clearly used to this sort of behaviour.
"I grew up." George simply stated before turning back to the girl between their bickering. "I'm sorry about him, he likes to show off."
That seemed to hit a nerve for Fred who now had his arms folded over his chest, a look of slight disdain upon his expression. She couldn't help but notice how young he was, he couldn't be more than twenty years old. For some strange reason she felt a pang of sympathy for the spirit still lingering around on earth, all alone in this shop when it was closed.
"When do you want me to start?" Y/n spoke before she had even fully realised what she was saying, looking right up at George with a determined expression. The latter's face slowly grew into a beaming grin with a slight hint of disbelief in his tone.
"I *cough* well as soon as you can really." George looked as if he had won the lottery, his twin floated over to hover beside him, he looked just as surprised. "I can arrange to have your stuff moved in upstairs as soon as tomorrow if needs be."
"Tomorrow would be perfect actually."
--
Living with a ghost wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she came up to London, there was constant clattering at night, the odd cold breeze every now and then letting her know he was lingering around nearby. She had moved in the very next day with help from George and Ron, she packed light having spent the best part of a month on a school friends sofa. The apartment was small but cosy, just enough space for her to settle in nicely and George had even let her lend a few bits of old furniture from his time there. She could tell that he wasn't the one to have bought it, just looking at the dated style, but she said nothing and accepted the kind gesture.
George had her down to start Monday morning, not wanting to overwhelm her with the weekend traffic of customers and constant children weaving in and out of the shelves causing all sorts of ruckus. So, she took the time to make herself at home lying on her tiny couch with a book in hand. Unfortunately, someone was lingering wanting to disturb that peace. She felt him before she saw him, that familiar cold gust of air that filled the room when he would appear.
"What is it, Fred?" She didn't even look up from her book, she knew he was floating right in front of her begging for some attention. In fairness he had done well on his promise to George, he hadn't directly got in her way really. The occasional sounds here and there but that couldn't be helped of course.
"As if you are wasting your time on books." He scoffed as he looked down at her, here eyes still hadn't left the page though she was no longer paying attention to the words.
"Have you got a problem with my habits?" She raised an eyebrow finally lifting her gaze to his floating, slightly transparent form. He smirked back, one that she couldn't help the butterflies swirling in her stomach over. It was silly really, he was dead. She tried to put that thought to the farthest depths of her mind.
"Evidently, I do." He folded his arm. "You are willingly staying inside the dingy flat when you could be out enjoying the weather." It was a warm spring day, only weeks away from summer and the most sun that has been seen so far. However, the idea of the bustling diagon alley didn't really entice her. "Keep hanging around and I might start to think you like me."
"Very funny, you aren't so bad." She shrugged closing her book in her lap. A hand came up to her hair, playing with the strands, twirling them in her grip absentmindedly.
"Really? Glad to hear I'm growing on you, sweetcheeks." He winked, she replied rolling her eyes and looking away. The smallest heat pooled under her face, it was stupid again, he was dead. Literally. The idea of having feelings for a spectre was crazy, sure he was handsome, witty and incredibly flirtatious. "Admit it, life would be pretty boring without me around."
Her eyes returned to his slightly opaque figure across from her, a smile softened on her lips. Truly, how many people could say they were sharing a flat with a ghoul? At least a hot one anyway. "You do keep me on my toes. Though, I must admit I didn't appreciate you stealing all my underwear."
Fred's hand came to his chest I'm mock offence, eyes wide and mouth open to defend himself. "I would never do such a thing! How could you make up such a foul rumour." The glint in his eyes told her he was fully guilty.
"Beautiful performance, really quite impressive." She giggled, hand coming up to cover her mouth. "But, seriously I need those back." Fred sighed.
"You know, I miss feeling." Her laugh faltered slightly hearing the distant melancholic tone to his voice. "Being able to touch, feel things under my palms. Even the softness of heat and sweat." He was still smiling, soft and slightly remorseful. She bit her bottom lip softly.
"You miss sweating?" She grinned, eyes meeting his once more.
"You don't understand how much things mean to you until they are gone." He broke his gaze with hers, a sniff left him. "Sorry, way to dampen the mood." He smiled, but this time it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I was quite the bachelor at hogwarts you know?"
"Oh, anything you'd like to share with the class?" She leaned forward, head in her hands and elbows upon her knees.
"Surely George wouldn't want me to scandalize you with my past."
"He's not here right now though, is he?" She tilted her head to the side slightly, gesturing to the empty flat around them. Just the two of them. A bashful smile spread across his features, if he hasn't been pearlescent she knew he would be blushing.
"Well, I suppose we should be getting to know each other better." He floated along as if he were pacing deep in thought. "I was quite popular with the ladies."
"George as well?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Not as much as me, not everyone can have a face as good looking as mine." He flashed her a cheeky, toothy grin that dripped in fake innocence.
"Hm, how very humble of you."
"He did alright, he ended up with Angie." Y/n had only met Angelina in passing as she was moving in, she seemed sweet enough and offered to help her with anything she needed.
"He does seem quite taken with her." She mused.
"You should of seen him in school, practically worshipped the ground she walked on." He shook his head with a hint of a laugh. "Merlin, the way he sulked at the Yule Ball cause I asked her first."
"But, surely if you knew he liked her wouldn't it be cruel to take her instead?"
"True, but I did tell him to get a move on. Better me take her then someone else, he still got to dance with her in the end." She hummed in response.
"So, what about you then, were you ever smitten?" She smiled.
"Me?" He huffed. "I didn't have time for any of that, women are great but I've never been a commitment type guy." He grinned. "Guess I never can be now." Her own smile twitched once more, the slight layer of vulnerability under the vibrato of his personality showing.
"I'm sorry." She whispered softly.
"t's alright, it's just how things are."
"I know. It just..." She sighed. "It's quite sad I suppose."
"Yeah I guess so, I get to keep my good looks at least." He joked with a small chuckle, though there was no humour behind it.
"If you don't mind me prying, do you ever miss being alive?"
"All the time." His voice was a hushed sound fading into the silent flat, all that could be heard was the faint voices from below them in the shop. "But, I'm glad it was me in the end."
"Don't say that."
"It's true, seeing others happy is enough for me." Silence once again fell in the space between them, the air still buzzed with questions, a need to understand. "You want to know how, don't you?" He spoke first after a few more moments, the soft sun filtering in through the window making him glow in ethereal light.
"I-erm..." She stuttered for a moment, unsure oh how to respond. She didn't want to sound eager to ask something she assumed would be quite personal.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. "It's alright pretty girl, it's not that deep." She was sure her cheeks were turning a deep shade of scarlet. "I was at the battle you know, do you know the room of requirement?" He asked, she nodded slowly. "There was a huge explosion, I don't remember...it all went white." Then he fell silent for a moment, eyes glued to the ground. "I died laughing."
His eyes lifted to meet hers once more, a sad smile set upon his features. She had passed that corridor so many times, sat in the room to study on countless occasions never knowing. She felt a shiver run down her spine, just the image of him laughing in the face of death. It was so Fred Weasley. In that moment, with the soft glow of his translucent body hovering just above the ground, he looked holy.
Her lips parted, neither spoke as they just looked at each other for a long moment. "You know another reason I'm glad."
"Why?"
"I got to meet you." He smiled, genuinely this time. "And it's less creepy stealing your underwear this way."
"It's still creepy." She teased in return, scrunching up her nose. "You never know, we might have still met." She smiled, shrugging up at him.
"Maybe, but the circumstances would be very different."
"And why's that?" He raised an eyebrow, part of him was not sure if she was joking anymore. There was a layer of earnest between the fast quips he couldn't help but catch.
"I am nearly ten years older than you." He smiled. "Besides, my mum was insistent I settle down, desperate for grandchildren I suspect."
"She has two other children to get them off." She shrugged.
"Six."
"Excuse me?" Her eyes widened slightly.
"I have six siblings."
"Merlin have mercy." She breathed bringing a snicker to Fred's lips, she couldn't help her own laugh tumbling out of her mouth. They stayed like that, just laughter on the tips of their tongues, neither truly knowing what they found funny anymore. As the laughter slowly died down they just stared at each other, fondly, almost longing. The casting sun almost too bright across his features now as it lowered. She spoke before she could stop herself. "You're like an angel."
Fred's breath hitched for a moment, brows rising as he looked down at her. "I've been called many things, mainly an annoying little shit." he cleared his throat slightly after a moment of disbelief. "But an angel? That's got to be a first."
She wasn't sure if she had stopped blushing throughout their entire conversation, but she must have when she felt the all too familiar feeling of her burning face. She looked down at her hands, biting away the shy smile from her plush lips, fidgeting with her fingers. He floated closer, the telling factor being the cool air that shrouded him tickling her exposed skin. He wanted to reach out, lift her chin to look up at him, but he couldn't. He could only wait for her to meet his gaze once more, leaning in slightly. "Look at me." He whispered.
Her gaze returned, an unsteady breath leaving her lungs as she did so. He was so close she could practically reach out and touch him, but if she did she knew she'd feel nothing. She would be greeted with a pinch of cold air and nothing more. Her heart ached, her body screamed, fingers twitched to grasp him by his collar. "Fred, I..." She couldn't think of what to say, the words dying on her tongue before she could let them slip.
"This is just great." He breathed, rubbing his fingers against his chin and turning away from the girl staring up at him with wide dilated eyes. She felt a spike of anxiety flow through her bones at that.
"What is it?" She had fully forgotten about her book now as it fell from her lap, standing suddenly from the sofa to face him once more. He turned, his expression pained, eyes almost tired.
"I could fall for you." His words held a chasm of depth between them both, a feeling they wanted but didn't dare fall into. He felt selfish to want something so full of life, she deserved more than this dingy flat with a spectre of a man who never grew up. She would grow old, she would move on.
"i think..." She started, lips betraying her better judgement.
"Don't say it." He whispered back. "Please, just don't say it."
When Fred was told he couldn't have her he became instant to somehow, in some way, make her his.
Word Count: 3368
Part 2
{Contains: strong language, slight angst, mention of the su!cide (in a different context but thought I'd add it)}
"Please tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing?" Lee Jordan rolled his eyes as he plonked himself down next to George Weasley at the Gryffindor table, both their eyes were on Fred Weasley across the hall walking up to the Slytherin table for the fifth time that week. It was only Tuesday.
"I told him not too." George groaned, looking back down to his plate, a slight cringe set upon his expression. "He doesn't listen."
"When's he going to give up?" George scoffed at the latter boy's question. Truth was 'Fred Weasley' and 'give up' didn't belong in the same sentence. Fred never took the word 'no' well, in fact he never took it at all. If he was told he couldn't have something he would go out of his way to make it his. He had been the exact same growing up, George being along for the entire ride, by whatever means it would take he would get what he wanted in the end. Now, Fred wasn't spoiled by any means, he was just tactical. If he couldn't afford something he would find other ways to achieve his goals, much to his mothers displeasure but what she doesn't know won't kill her.
"Never."
Since about third year Fred's interests had turned to girls, of course he still loved causing chaos on occasion but as puberty hit him he started noticing things he hadn't before, feelings he couldn't understand. The girls were changing more and more each summer, sloping curves where there wasn't previously, and Fred was noticing with more interest each time. By now in his seventh year, barely a month from the end of his final term, he had tried many flavours. He couldn't let himself be tied to just one, where would be the fun in that? Why have just one when you could have many?
Well that was before he met y/n. When she waltzed into potions class one morning in sixth year, all eyes were on her and her simple elegance as she took her seat. Fred felt his jaw drop. Who was this girl? Where has she come from if not heaven? Since that day he had been down right bad for her, nothing anyone could do or say to change that.
"Mr Weasley there is a space next to miss l/n." Snape has drawled, pointing towards the witch who now had her back to him. She looked back curiously, wide eyed and surprised. "Maybe she can make sure you don't blow this cauldron up."
Fred's knees felt weak as he set off over to her, his stomach churned slightly taking the seat beside her then proceeded to fall when she looked over at him from the corner of her eye. Her brow raised for a second, eyes flicking over his appearance.
"I'm y/n." Her voice smooth and soft as she spoke. Fred gulped.
"Fred Weasley."
"Yeah, I know who you are." Her tone, though soft, was cold. Like speaking to him was a chore, he would usually pen girls like that as a prissy self entitled know-it-all, but for some reason even her cold tone made his heart flutter.
She barely let him touch the cauldron, he was forced to measure out the ingredients, chopping each exactly how she had shown him. She watched him like a hawk the entire time, it seemed she knew his reputation and Fred didn't know whether to be thrilled or embarrassed. Fred was rarely embarrassed by anything, but the idea you might be actively judging him made his skin crawl slightly. By the end of class Professor Snape was shocked to find the cauldron intact, examining it closely for the sight of even a scruff that could put Fred into detention. By some miracle he scowled and placed the cauldron back down onto the desk.
"Looks like we make a good team." Fred tried to act like his usual nonchalant self as he turned to the girl beside him.
"We are not a team." She spun from the desk and stepped down from her seat, leaving in a wave of flowing hair and zero goodbyes. Yet, even with her cold responses Fred let out a sigh of dreaminess.
Then fast forward to right now, George and Lee staring at their lovestruck best friend make a fool of himself again. It had been going on for over a year now and as the end of their time at Hogwarts was coming to a close Fred just seemed to become more persistent.
"Y/n?" She knew that voice too well at this point, she rolled her eyes not even turning to face the ginger haired, freckled faced Weasley. She raised a questioning eyebrow, one that said 'what is it this time?'
"What do you want, Weasley?" A slight grimace was held back from her expression, Merlin forbid she have one peaceful meal while Fred Weasley was lingering somewhere.
"Hey, that's no way to address your favourite Gryffindor." He smirked, trying his best to hide his desperation behind his eyes.
"You are not my favourite anything."
"We both know that's not true, even if I am a pain in your ass I'm definitely your favourite pain in the ass." He smirked that shit-eating grin she was growing to despise. She rolled her eyes going to face him, then she stopped taken-a-back slightly. He'd cut his hair, the once long mop had been trimmed down. Now, it was still slightly messy as it had always been but less offence to prim and proper eyes.
"Do you like it?" One of his pale hands reaches up to run through his freshly cut tendrils. "I cut it just for you."
She blinked once more before scowling again. "Should have saved your money." She turned back to her plate, trying her very best to ignore the way her stomach had flipped seeing him run his hands along his scalp.
"Ah, I've got a bit to spare." He winked even if she wasn't looking back at him. "You know I was wondering-"
"Don't bother." She cut him off almost instantly, a hand coming up to silence him like a preacher to an assembly. "Not interested."
"Oh come on, aren't you curious?" He leaned his palms on the table beside her and spoke into her ear.
"No." She deadpanned.
"Why my dear, sweet princess," she cringed. "I beg you on my knees." His mock posh accent made her forceably bite back a smile of amusement. "Won't you hear a poor begging man on his knees out, just this once."
She let her fork clatter back down onto her plate, turning to him with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "Hey, if the wind changes you'll be stuck like that." He poked her arm to which she wafted him off.
"What is it?" She finally snapped, her arms folded over her chest.
"Oh I knew you had some fondness hidden away for me." He teased her, this didn't do anything to soften her hardened expression however.
"You know the last hogsmeade trip of the year is coming up, I was wondering if you would do me the honour of spending it with me." This time her expression changed from that hardened scowl to slight surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, not a chance."
"But, your majesty surely you want to please your loyal subjects." He whispered into her ear causing her to gasp and cover her ear up with her hand.
"Get lost." Fred shook his head with a frown.
"Not until you say yes." He crossed his own arms over his chest, mirroring her stance.
"Fred, what about 'I'm not interested' don't you understand?" But the boy only smiled wider.
"How do you know so well you aren't interested if you haven't even tried me out for size? Besides, I know plenty of ways to show you a good time."
"Gross."
"Yeah, yeah act like you aren't curious but I know just as well as you that you are." He snickered slightly. "I'm not leaving till you give me a chance."
After a short silence and realisation he really wasn't going to take no for an answer she sighed. "Fine." She mentally cursed herself.
Fred's face lit up like a lightbulb, smiling brighter than the sun on a hot day. He didn't say another word however, just bowed slightly and walked back over to his awaiting friends with the biggest grin on his features and a spring in his step.
"What you smirking about?" Lee chimed as Fred sat himself down across from the pair.
"She's clearly in a good mood today, he's come out bruise free." George added.
"I've only gone and scored." Fred winked at his friend's, his grin never faltering. The other two boys faces had dropped, mouths hanging to catch fly's.
"You're taking the piss right now." Lee managed to squeeze out in his state of shock and surprise. Fred shook his head, a smug look upon his features.
"Deadly serious."
"There's no way it was that easy, there must be some sort of catch?" George looked between Lee and Fred, Lee nodding in agreement with the latter's twin.
"I told you I was wearing her down." Fred smiled with his hands coming to the back of his head.
"Yeah, well I'm not buying it for a second." Lee shook his own head in disbelief.
"What can I say I'm very persuasive."
"You're very much a twat." George scoffed before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Say what you want, but I'll show you both when hogsmeade is over she won't be able to resist me."
-
Saturday came faster then y/n would have liked, everyday leading up Fred had somehow managed to catch her eye like a constant reminder of the looming weekend trip. However, he hadn't approached her since she agreed. It was strange not having him bug her all the time, constantly bragging about his recent achievements in her eyes with the attempt of impressing her. She would never admit out loud that she sort of, slightly missed it. No no, she was happy to be left alone at last. At least that's what she tried to tell herself.
Friday night she received an owl from Fred.
Y/n,
Meet me at the fountain in central hall at 11
Fred x
His scrawl was just about legible on the slightly scuffed paper. She sighed looking down at the kiss, she was not going to give in so easily, even if her heart fluttered as she read the message over and over. Tomorrow she would meet him, make it into hogsmeade then find a way to lose him in the crowd of students. She was not going to stick around much longer than necessary.
That morning she got ready not realising how many quick checks she had made to her appearance, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson gave each other a look as they watched her hover around the mirror like a moth to flame.
"Come on you look fine." Pansy pushed her away from the mirror so she could brush her hair which she has been waiting to do for twenty minutes. "What's gotten into you anyway? It's only hogsmeade." The dark haired girl rolled her eyes.
"Oh! Are you meeting a boy!" Daphne interjected with a bright look on her face.
"It's not like she doesn't see boys everyday." Pansy groaned nearby but Daphne ignored her.
"Something like that." Y/n felt her cheeks burn slightly under the eyes of the other two girls.
"Ooh, do we know him?" She felt her voice stuttering the back of your throat. She couldn't admit she was meeting Fred Weasley, in the Slytherin house that was social suicide.
"I-erm...no." She stammered and before Daphne could respond she darted out of the dorm door.
She was early, mentally groaning as she walked up to central hall from the dungeons. God, Fred was going to think she actually wanted to see him. The thought haunted her, the sight of his grin when he sees her there early, Merlin it will definitely go to his head.
By a stroke of luck Fred was already sitting there on the edge of the fountain waiting, he was tapping his foot while swirling his wand as if it was a drumstick. He hadn't seen her yet where she lingered by the steps. She could turn back, stand him up. But, was she really that cruel? A sigh left her lips. Fuck it.
She approached slowly, almost cautiously, Fred Weasley was many things and predictable wasn't one of them. However, when his eyes finally met hers he simply smiled. Not that shit-eating grin she hated, a real true smile she'd never seen before. Her breath hitched slightly. As the space started to close between them he finally spoke.
"You actually turned up." He looked both surprised and relieved. "I didn't think you would."
"One date. That's it, got it?" She poked him lightly in the chest with her wand like a threat.
"Did you just call this a date?" Fred smirked, not even he explicitly called it that.
"Don't start, Weasley." He put his hands up in surrender as he stood from his space by the fountain.
"Yes madam." He mock saluted with a wink.
This was going to be a long day.
Hogsmeade was packed, it was the warmest trip to the wizarding village yet and everyone was out to enjoy it. Y/n had tried to make several escapes already but each time she was intercepted by Fred who, to his credit, was an instant bugger. She kept her head down as they walked around the village hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone who might recognise them both, while Fred was insisting they hold hands as they browsed. "Can't be having you getting lost now, can we?" She rolled her eyes trying to turn her face away from his.
"When mine and George's joke shop opens poor old Zonko's is going to look like child's play." Fred snickered as they exited the brightly coloured shop. The entire way round Fred has been rambling about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', whatever that was, y/n wasn't really paying attention too busy dodging any familiar faces.
"Would you like to go to Honeydukes next?" Y/n grunted in response, head down and clearly still not listening. Suddenly, she felt herself being jerked back by Fred stopping abruptly in the cobblestoned street. As she looked up in confusion her eyes met his, the playful glint replaced with pained frustration.
"Y/n," his voice was stern, so unlike himself. "I'm trying my best here and you are giving me nothing."
"I don't know wh-" she started before he cut her off abruptly.
"Yes you do, you know exactly what I'm talking about." His voice had raised slightly, not quite shouting yet but enough to attract some odd looks around the two of them.
"Fred, you are making a scene." Y/n awkwardly glanced around at the nosy eyes of onlookers, her cheeks stained a light shade of pink from discomfort.
"I don't care." Fred retorted honestly. "I asked you to give me a chance, just one chance that's all." She swallowed slightly looking up at him, his hand running through his red tendrils in annoyance with a pained expression displayed across his features. For just a moment she wished she could replace his hand with her own.
"What is it that's so horrible about me that makes you hate me so much? Huh?" Fred prodded again. "Do you want me to change? I can't change who I am y/n."
"Fred, stop it." You warned him, eyes piercing up at him as he spun you around to face him properly.
"No, not until you tell me why." He wasn't budging and you knew he wouldn't. "Why won't you even give me a chance?"
"Because I like you too much alright!" The words weren't meant to slip out, in fact they were never meant to slip out, they were reserved for sleepless nights in the dorm where she could grovel over her misfortune of falling for a Weasley. She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks stained crimson, her hands felt clammy all of a sudden and eyes couldn't even stay focused on him choosing to look at the ground. "I like you more than I can admit to myself." This was no more than a whisper.
Fred just stared blankly down at the smaller girl, the street was suddenly abandoned besides the two of them but he wouldn't have noticed anyway. He wasn't quite sure if he had heard her correctly, was this all some big joke? But, the longer he looked down at her the more and more he realised it wasn't a joke, she was being honest for the first time.
"Then why do you act like you hate me?" His voice was just loud enough to be caught in the air between them.
"Because it's easier that way!" His expression softened from his previously shocked face, a hand reaching for hers which she took hesitantly. His rough hands against her own soft and slightly sweaty ones, if it wasn't for what she had just admitted she would have been embarrassed by the heat of her body. "If anyone knew they..." She trailed.
"I know." Fred did know. The rivalry of the opposing houses ran deep, much deeper than quidditch matches and house cups, it ran deep through the veins of the very beginning of the founders. Gryffindors saw all Slytherins as blood purist scum, a horrible stereotype that still lingered among the wizarding families of old blood dynasties. Slytherins saw Gryffindors as traitorous, overly boisterous brutes never knowing when they took things too far all in the name of courage with a lack of critical thinking. Of course, there was some truth in these statements but things weren't that black and white anymore. They hated each other cause they were told too, that was the bottom line, and liking one of the opposite house will come with it's issues on both sides.
"But, I don't care." Fred finally finished, his thumb rubbing soothingly across her knuckles. "Neither should you."
"Fred, my friends..."
"If they are truly your friends they would want to see you happy." He had a point, he always had a point and was always annoyingly right.
"I know. I know." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, eyes cast down on the floor. His other hand that was limply hanging at his side came up to hook under her chin tilting it up to face him. His brown eyes gleamed down at her once more inhabiting the glint they had lost just moments earlier.
"Fuck everyone." He smiled, suddenly that shit-eating grin wasn't as annoying as it had been previously. "Who cares what they think really, y/n you're all that matters to me." Her own eyes met his in slight disbelief, she wanted to call his bluff and challenge him but just the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.
Hesitantly, her small soft hand came up to run her knuckles around his jaw. "Do you truly mean that? After everything?"
"Cross my heart, love." His smile softened just like it had that morning in central hall, his red locks like fire in the sunlight just begging for her to touch. Before she could stop herself, that hesitant hand that ran along his jaw suddenly slid through the locks at the back of his head pulling him down. His breath caught a split second before she pressed her lips hard on top of his without warning. He was still for a moment before melting back into her, eyes slowly closing and body relaxing fully. His lips were slightly chapped, hers soft and smooth. She kissed desperately with bite and heat, he let her lead but pressed back with matching further. They were perfectly contradicting and neither could let go.
When they pulled apart his hair was askew, lips both red from the abuse and noses bumping against each other softly.
"I could get used to that." Fred's cocky side smirk returned, grinning against her face.
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