Between Love and Loyalty {Fred Weasley X Draco’s Sister! Reader}
Synopsis: Born into the Malfoy family, you’ve been raised with unwavering loyalty to Voldemort. But everything changes when you meet Fred Weasley, a tall, mischievous redhead with a heart full of fire. As your relationship with Fred deepens, you’re drawn into the Order of the Phoenix, feeding them vital information about Voldemort’s movements. But the life of a spy is never simple, and Fred’s tendency to joke his way through danger threatens to blow your cover at every turn.
Torn between your bloodline—especially your brother Draco—and the boy who’s become your world, you must decide where your true loyalty lies. Can love really conquer all, or will the weight of your family’s expectations tear you apart?
Warnings; SMUT MDNI 18+, Mentions of torturing of a traitor, Fred and Reader going undercover as spies, Fred and Reader are 18+, Draco (he’s his own lmao), angst, Fred being a dick, DOM!Fred, squirting, overstimulating, tying up, Fred has a breeding kink if you squint, creampie, fingering/eating out, choking, Fred referring to the reader as a brat and some other names… I think those are all…
**I’m taking requests and brain rots in my inbox of HP characters! Help me get inspired to writing some more..**
When Fred introduced you to your allies, his parents immediately recognized Lucius and Narcissa’s features in your face. At first, several members of the Order didn’t want you to help them but when Molly drew attention to the fact that there was a lack of a Death Mark. You had turned 17 a few weeks ago and normally, Voldemort would reward Death Eater’s children with a mark shortly after their 17th birthday. (If that’s what they wished.) It wasn’t long before you were exiled from your boyfriend and interrogated by multiple members of the Order. The questions ranged from “Are you taking the mark?” to “Are you sure your parents aren’t going to force you?”. Even with a truth potion, you continued to give them answers that satisfied your position in the Order. While Fred and George would leave in the middle of the year, Fred convinced you to stay with the promise that you’d finish your education. (One of you had to have a decent education to make a decent livable wage. You only had a few more months left anyway.) That summer, you moved out of your childhood home and moved in with Fred and George. (They had recently opened a joke shop with two apartments above the shop.)
A few weeks after your 18th birthday, you attended your first Order of the Phoenix meeting. You should have protested more when the Order of the Phoenix asked you to go undercover as a spy of the Death Eaters. The plan was simple; you’d approach your parents about wanting to join the Death Eaters. From there, you’d listen at meetings (sometimes wearing an enchanted broach that would act as a microphone back to the Order.) before reporting back any updates to Sirus, Molly, and the others. You were originally assigned to go by yourself until Sirus suggested someone else joining you— merely for protection. Charlie Weasley was one of the first members to volunteer with Fred following shortly behind. A few other members like Tonks, Fleur, and Bill. Disagreements broke out between the members, some saying that you were too young to handle such a task while others said that you’d be able to handle it. Molly was against the idea entirely, almost spending an hour trying to convince Sirius that it was an awful idea. When she finally gave up, Sirius addressed the group as a whole. “In order for this to work, I think it’s only fair that we send her in with Fred. Show Voldemort that family means nothing when love is involved.” (Molly would go off the deep end, telling Sirius that neither of you were going to be spies. She’d eventually give up with a simple reminder to Sirius that if either of you died, your blood would be on his hands.)
Fred was far from serious when it came to spying. He was always goofing around and drawing unnecessary attention to the two of you. You were constantly reprimanding him once you returned back to your flat, telling him that he was going to give you away. One night following a partially hard Death Eater meeting, you and Fred apparated back to your flat. The previous day, you found out from your mother that Draco took the Death Mark, becoming one of the youngest Death Eaters to follow Voldemort. Upon arriving today, you overheard Draco talking to one of his friends about something that wasn’t sitting right with him. You only heard a few bits of the conversation, but they were both equally confused as to why Fred abandoned his family and twin brother to become a Death Eater. Before they could continue their conversation, Fred interjected with a simple “Sometimes families fall apart and you should keep your noses in your own business.” During the meeting, you watched a former Death Eater get tortured by Voldemort for betrayal. It wasn’t long before her lifeless body was laying on the table in front of you and the others. It was considered a message to other people who were leaking information. After avoiding some lingering customers in the joke shop, you entered your flat. Fred was trying to cheer you up, making a joke about the look on Draco’s face when the woman dropped onto the table dead.
Entering the flat, you promptly slam the door behind the two of you. “Fred Weasley, you need to start taking this seriously! You saw what they did to that woman when they found out that she was leaking information. That could be one of us and news flash, I can’t live without you.”
Fred paused just inside the kitchen, cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Babe, you can’t be serious. No one is onto us. You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being ridiculous?” You laugh coldly, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re the one who’s not taking this seriously! Draco is clearly suspicious of you and it’s only a matter of time before he takes those suspicions to Voldemort. What happens then? We end up dying before the war’s even begun! You should have let Bill or Charlie do this with me.”
“That’s not fair! You heard what Sirius said– Love makes you do crazy shit! I’d die for you and you know that.”
“We’re not trying to die here, Fred! We’re trying to get ahead of shit before it gets out of control. I’ve already lost my family, I’m not losing you too!” You angrily run your fingers through your hair, shaking your head. “You’re putting me between the position of turning you in for being a spy or turning myself in. I-I have to protect Draco if it comes down to it.”
Fred freezes completely, searching your face. “You’d seriously turn us in? Your brother has done absolutely nothing for you and he’s on the bad side. Is his safety worth more than ours? Now, you’re really starting to sound ridiculous.”
“Because you’re not playing along!”
“Yes! I’m constantly having to clean up the messes you make! You’re supposed to be taking this seriously, Fred. And you’re not!”
“You sound ridiculous! Are you hearing yourself right now?” Fred was adamant that he wasn’t in the wrong.
“Yes and I guess I’m hearing myself for the both of us. Because Godrick forbid, you need to realize that you’re going to get us killed!”
“Whatever. Come find me when you’re done being ridiculous.”
“Fuck you, Fredrick Gideon Weasley. If you feel that way, you can go sleep at your brother’s.”
Fred’s face hardens before he storms out of the flat, slamming the door behind him. You flinch at the sound and with a flick of your wand, you’ve locked the door. Your neck and shoulder muscles are tense before deciding that a relaxing bath will help relieve the stress in your muscles. You wished that you and Fred hadn’t fought as he’d be more than willing to massage the knots out of your skin. Sinking into the warm bath, it immediately relaxes your muscles and soon you’re growing tired. Changing into one of Fred’s shirts and a pair of panties, you’re tempted to knock on George’s door to ask for Fred to come home. Before you could give it a second thought, you’re at George’s door and knocking softly on the wood.
“Hey,” George answers the door with a small smile. “I heard you and Fred getting into it earlier. He left pretty angrily afterwards and I haven’t seen him come back.”
Your face falls, “Thanks George. If you see him, will you send him back to our flat?” George nods while you return to your flat.
“Where in the hell were you? I come home and you’re gone!” Fred’s voice startles you when you walk into your flat.
“If you’re still angry, you’re sleeping on the couch. Sorry, I was worried about you.” You mutter before walking towards your bedroom.
You’re only a few steps away when Fred forces your body against the nearest wall. One of his hands holds both of your wrists above your head, the other hand grasps your chin. “You’re still being ridiculous. Maybe I should fuck that attitude straight out of you.” The compromising position causes your shirt to rise up to expose your panties. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fred pulls your shirt over your head, releasing your hands for a moment before returning his grasp on them. Almost immediately, your nipples harden in the cool air with a blush appearing on your body within seconds. The tone of Fred’s voice and how rough he was being with you… was quite a turn on. Instead of immediately submitting to Fred, your brain formulated a plan.
“You’re the one being ridiculous, Fred.” You squirm your hands out of his grasp before lightly pushing him away from you. “Now, if you’d excuse me, I’m going to bed.”
Fred doesn’t follow you into your bedroom immediately, only trailing behind you a few seconds later. When he enters your room, you can feel the tension that he brought with him. You lie on the bed, choosing to ignore Fred completely. Out of the corner of your eye, Fred pulls his wand out of his pocket. Before you can realize what’s happening, a silk rope appears on your body and ties your arms behind your back. The rope circles each breast before a cute and innocent bow appears at your hip. “It’s cute that you don’t think you have to listen to me. Or that you can disobey me without punishment. I was going to take it easy on you, but clearly that’s not going to be good enough.” Fred flicks his wand again and the walls swell a light orange hue. (Fred had enchanted them into being soundproof.)
“F-Freddie,” You stammer, feeling immediately exposed. “Punishing me or fucking me isn’t going to fix the fact that you’re going to blow our cover.”
Fred walks towards you, shaking his head. “If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll shut it for you. Understood?”
“I will leave you here; tied up and needy. If you’re not going to listen, you won’t get anything. You will speak when you’re spoken to. Understood? And you can’t deny that you’re turned on: I can tell how needy you are cause your cute little pussy is leaking all over your panties.” Fred once again grips your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“Y-Yes sir.” You whimper, nails digging into the palm of your hand.
Fred moves his hands to the waistband of your panties before ripping them in half. You gasp at the feeling, eyes not leaving Fred. Within seconds, Fred’s pulled his shirt off before tossing it onto the floor nearby. He yanks his jeans down, leaving him in just his boxers. Fred makes direct contact with your soaking core, a wicked smirk appearing on his face. “Would you look at that? I was right; you’re practically leaking all over the place. Who’s got you this turned on?”
“You!” You sigh, squirming under his gaze.
Fred admires your body before leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. His lips trail from your right nipple to your left, swirling his tongue aground the hot skin. He begins to trail kisses down your body, tongue brushing against your skin. Before Fred reaches your core, a hand comes up to smack your ass. You whimper, squirming against the bedsheets. Fred smacks your ass again, teeth sinking into the skin of your hip.
“Quit squirming,” Fred commands. “Or there will be more bite marks on your skin.”
“Please touch me,” You speak without thinking. Fred smacks your ass again, fingers squeezing your skin afterwards.
“I told you not to speak,” Fred spreads your legs a little further, one hand swiping up your slit. “You’re fucking soaking. I bet you want nothing more than some attention on that greedy little pussy. Tell me what you want.”
“Freddie, please fuck me!” You beg while tugging at your restraints. “With your tongue, fingers… anything!”
Fred grabs your legs, moving them to rest over both of his shoulders. A single finger toys your entrance, tongue brushing against your clit. He pushes his finger into you, up to the first knuckle before pulling it back out. You sigh in relief, looking down towards Fred. The moment your eyes meet, he begins to swirl his tongue around your clit while fucking a finger into you. You continue to dig your nails into the palms of your hand while biting your lip to quiet your moans. Fred’s free hand moves up to pull your lip from between your teeth. The pace on your clit has sped up, Fred occasionally sucking your bud in between his lips. You’re moaning loudly and in response, he pushes a second finger into you. Fred’s finger curl inside of you, almost immediately finding your sweet spot. Your legs shake on his shoulders with each suck on your clit. It’s not long before your orgasm starts to approach, Fred’s dark gaze not leaving yours. Seconds before your orgasm crashes into you, Fred pulls himself from your cunt; his face wet from how sloppily he was eating you out.
“Fuck! Freddie, please let me cum!” You yelp when Fred smacks your clit with his hand.
“You don’t deserve to cum,” Fred hisses before smacking your clit again, his fingers lightly pumping into you. “After how you spoke to me, you should be lucky I’m giving you any attention. Who am I to deny this pretty pussy any pleasure?”
“I wanna cum! Please! I-I’m sorry. I need you so bad!” You’re squirming against the sheets, legs threatening to close around Fred’s head.
Fred pumps his fingers faster in your cunt, tongue swirling around the bud once more. “What was that, my sweet whore?”
“‘M sorry! P-Please let me cum!”
Fred doesn’t respond to you, leaning down to suck harder on your clit. His fingers start thrusting at a mind-blowing pace, each time hitting the spot that makes your toes curl. You desperately want to lace your fingers into Fred’s hair, tugging at the strands. Yet, your hands remain tied behind your back as the coil in your tummy starts to tighten. Fred pushes a third finger into you, lips sucking your bud between his lips. Your orgasm is quickly approaching and you struggle to find the words to warn Fred. With a scream of his name, you’re coming undone on his fingers. Instead of stopping, Fred begins to overstimulate you. His fingers continue to pump deep inside of you, tongue spelling out his name on your clit. You’re a babbling mess, trying to beg Fred to stop. The scene is enough to make Fred smile against your cunt, not stopping his relentless pace.
“Is too much!” You protest, trying to close your legs around his head. “S-stop please!”
“Give me one more,” Fred ignores your pleas, his pace not slowing down. “I want you to cum for me again. I wanna see your pretty pussy squirt for me.”
Your body betrays you when you arch your back into Fred’s touch. Fred has now increased both the speed and angle of his thrust, tongue flicking the bud between your legs. Almost as quickly as you’d come down from your high, you begin to climb up the other side of another orgasm. You feel a sense of relief when the silk rope, that had tied your hands behind your back, has disappeared. Almost immediately, you lace your fingers into his ginger locks while bucking your hips into Fred’s face. You’re struggling to form sentences, eyes fluttering closed as your second orgasm hits you hard. With a loud moan, you’re coming around Fred’s fingers. Once again, Fred continues his relentless pace before removing his mouth from your clit and moving his hand to roughly rub your clit. A silent scream leaves your lips as you squirt on Fred’s hand and chin. Fred pulls his fingers away, sloppily slurping at your cunt. You push against Fred’s head, arms shaking from overstimulation. Fred removed his fingers from your cunt, sucking his fingers into his mouth. Your legs shake around Fred’s shoulders before he drops them onto his bed. Fred kisses up your body, finally pausing to connect his lips with yours.
“You did such a good job, baby.” Fred praises, pressing kisses around your face. “‘M so proud of you.”
You grab each side of Fred’s face, leaning up to press your lips back to his. He melts into the kiss, his fingers dancing up and down your sides. When he breaks the kiss, he begins to litter kisses down your jaw and to your neck. Fred starts to suck hickies into your skin, occasionally nipping your skin.
“Freddie?” You moan softly, tugging on his hair. “Fuck me please… I want your cock.”
Fred smirks against your skin, “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t ya? Don’t worry, Kitten. I still have anger I need to burn off.”
“Cause you know I’m right?” Fred’s eyes shoot up to search your face. “Your antics are going to get us killed. You’re just pissed I’m right and you’re wrong.”
Fred aggressively grabs your hips before flipping you over. His hands pull you onto all fours, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. Fred reaches around, pressing his thumb against your clit. You whimper, still sensitive from the previous overstimulation. Without warning, Fred plunges his cock into you. His length stretches you open, the head of his cock just barely brushing your cervix. One of his hands stays on your hip, pulling you back against him with each thrust. His other hand tangles into your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and using it as leverage to fuck into you.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” Fred growls as he pounds into you. “Can’t let shit go, can you?” When you don’t respond, Fred laughs. “What’s a matter? Don’t have a comeback? I think you’re just trying to piss me off so I fuck some sense back into you.”
Your fingers clench the sheets, continuously moans leaving your lips. Fred’s hips snap into yours before he stops completely, removing his hand from your hair and moving to you wrap around your neck. Fred pulls you up, pulling you flush against his chest. Fred’s fingers squeezes your neck, nipping the skin behind your ear.
“F-Fred, please! Keep fucking me!” You gasp while moving your hand to rest against Fred’s arm.
“Is that what you want? Want me to fuck you like the naughty girl you are?” Fred growls in your ear and you nod against him.
Fred snaps his hips against yours, fingers gripping your neck. You’re a moaning mess, any thoughts have left your head. With each thrust, Fred grunts into your ear and you’re fluttering around his cock. You dig your nails into his forearm, gasping as Fred’s cock hits your soft spot.
“F-Feels so good, Freddie. Can feel you in my tummy,” You mutter, taking Fred’s hand and resting it on your stomach.
With each thrust, Fred can feel his cock bumping against his hand. This only fuels his ego and he’s fucking harder into you. You’re an uncontrollable moaning mess with each harsh thrust. When your core starts to tighten around Fred, he growls in your ear.
“Are you already close?” Fred asks and you nod your head in response, not trusting your own voice. “You’re fucking pathetic. You beg for my cock and you can’t take it for longer than a few minutes. You want to cum on my cock?”
“Y-Yes! Freddie please! Wanna cum..” You beg, struggling to formulate a full sentence.
“And I bet that you want me to cum inside, don’t you?” Once again, you nod your head quickly as your head falls back against his shoulder. Fred moves both of his hands to grip your waist, fucking even harder into you. “I’d love to see the look on your parents’ faces when they realize a “no good Weasley” knocked you up. I’m sure you’d love that— I know I would. ” Your walls flutter around his cock; you were enjoying the filthy words coming from Fred. “Maybe I should fuck you like this more often; keep you full of my cum at all times. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to and who fucking owns you.”
“W-Wanna cum!” You say breathlessly.
“No one’s stopping you, baby. You can cum whenever you want,” Fred’s fingers grip your hips aggressively as he continues to pound into you. With Fred’s permission, your body shakes in his hold and you’re coming undone around him. Fred’s hips stutter as he slows down for a moment to let you ride out your high.
“Freddie, I want you to cum… Need to feel you.”
Fred groans at your request before he pounds harder and faster into you, chasing his orgasm. With a curse and your name, Fred cums deep inside of your cunt. He pumps his hips a few more times before removing his hands from your body. You collapse onto the bed, panting aggressively against the bed sheets. After a minute or two, Fred pulls his limp cock from your cunt. Fred uses his hands to part your legs so he can watch his cum drip out of you.
Fred returns to the bedroom with a glass of water and some ibuprofen. Your shoulders were sore from having your hands tied behind your back. You and Fred took a shower together, barely exchanging any words. You take the medicine and drink the water before setting it on your bedside table. Fred presses a kisses to your forehead before grabbing his pillow and walking towards the door.
“Freddie?” He glances over his shoulder at you, smiling when he sees you practically swimming in the sweater that his mom made for him. “Where are you going?”
“You wanted me to sleep on the couch,” He responds with a raised eyebrow.
“Get your cute ass back in this bed. I want to love on you,” You pout while reaching your arms out to him. “P-Plus, we have to talk about this.”
“Love,” Fred sits on the bed, brushing a few pieces of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t want to fight about this anymore.”
“Freddie,” You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You press a few kisses to his face before nudging his cheek with your nose. “I don’t want to fight about it either, but since you’ve fucked out both our anger, I think we should still speak about it.”
“You just want to hear me say that you’re right, so you can say “I told you so”.” Fred presses a smattering of kisses across your arms.
“That’s not what I’m looking for. I’m sorry for how I acted. After seeing what they did to that spy, you can’t blame me for being terrified. Then when you made that joke about Draco, I lost it and I’m sorry.”
Fred shakes his head, “I’m sorry too. I was trying to cheer you up cause I could tell that you were upset. I went about it the wrong way. You’re also right about me not taking this seriously—“
“I’m basically asking you to stop being yourself and that’s not fair to you. I’m not going to ask you to change yourself to fit in.” Fred kisses your nose, a small smile on his face. “What?”
“I think you realize, now, why I was so upset.” He kisses your nose for a second time, smiling when you smile as well. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You glance at the clock, pausing when you realize how late it is. “I think we should head to bed. It’s getting late and you have an early shift at the joke shop tomorrow.”
Fred plops down onto the mattress, opening his arms to you. “Are you going to be around tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I may have to pop out for a bit to do some shopping but that’s all.” Fred kisses your forehead before cheekily smiling. “What?”
“Nothing, I just enjoy watching you sit on the countertop while George and I help customers. It’s overall adorable.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Fred.” You roll your eyes before snuggling into his chest. You press a kiss to collarbone before allowing your breathing to match the soft drumming of Fred’s heart.
