request: “can you do a fred x reader enemies to lovers trope? maybe they're at 12 grimmauld place during summer of ootp? readers in order and that's why she's there but like they get tired of their constant fighting and molly yells at the both of them and then fred kisses reader just to prove something to his mum”
pairing: fred weasley x reader enemies to lovers
warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol
You were seated at the long kitchen table at 12 Grimmuald Place with Molly and Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Tonks, and Severus Snape for an Order of the Phoenix meeting. The whole Order wasn’t here, but plenty were around to discuss some recent matters. The most recent being Harry Potter.
“He deserves the right to know!” Sirius exclaimed. “He’s going to have to fight this war whether we like it or not. Harry’s who he’s after!”
“He’s too young!” Molly argued.
“I’m 19! Older than some of the new Death Eaters!”
The meeting continued, plans about a new mission were discussed, and then finally, the meeting was adjured. And in came the younger lot currently residing at Headquarters.
You had briefly gone to school with the younger kids in the house. Your last year at Hogwarts was two years ago, when the Weasley twins were fifth years, the trio was in their third, and Ginny, whom you fondly call Baby Weasley, was in her second.
You were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, even made captain before Wood took over. You and George got along just fine, but Fred? He was a different story. He flirted with you, teased, even pranked you a few times. You weren’t even in the same year and you still couldn’t shake him.
Fred daily makes major protests that you’re an official Order member and he’s not. Especially since he’s 17. If you thought your bickering at school was bad, this summer was horrendous.
“Gonna get drunk with Sirius and pass out in the bathroom again?” Fred questioned.
“Gonna bitch for four hours because I’m in the Order and you’re not?” you backfired. “Always been jealous of me Weasley, haven’t ya?”
Fred looked like he was about to implode. But George stepped in before he said anything too out of line. Making a scene certainly won’t grant him entrance to the Order any time soon. You winked at him as you leaned against the counter, popping some jellies into your mouth.
“Baby Weasley!” you beamed when Ginny came into the room. “Care for some candy?”
“Not too much or she’ll spoil her dinner!” Molly called out.
“Oh well of course,” you said sophisticatedly as you slid the box of candy behind your back for Ginny to take.
“Honestly Y/N,” Remus tutted jokingly. “Head Girl in your time yet such a miscreant.”
He joined you in leaning against the counter.
“You’re one to talk! Sirius spills all his secrets when he’s drunk. You’re an enigma like me, Remus Lupin,” you turned your head to the side and looked up at him, grinning wildly. He laughed and shoved you playfully. “Besides, I learned it from you! Living with you my last two years of Hogwarts has made me the innocent troublemaker I am today.”
Days like this continued throughout the summer. Order meetings, splitting your time between talking with the adults and teens, showering your former classmates with goodies from Hogsmeade as a peace offering for not telling them Order secrets.
Until one day, halfway throughout the summer, when you were caught in a fight with three Death Eaters in Diagon Alley. You weren’t expecting it. Snape didn’t tell the Order this was happening, which means it might not have been this planned attacked. It was just three followers that decided to create come chaos.
You dove in front of a little boy, no older than 8 years old, and took a curse that was aimed at him. At a child! You cried out in pain as the curse hit your back, no doubt causing a large gash. You told the boy to run and find his parents. Somehow you made it to your feet. With your wand armed, you began blocking spells and firing curses and jinxes. Luckily some of the people around the busy streets took note and came to fight back. Not many, not everyone was ready for a fight. Not everyone needed to be in a fight. Some people had more to lose. When the Death Eaters felt like they created enough damage, they disappeared. In pain and out of breathe, you took your chances of apparating safely back to Grimmuald Place.
You slammed open the door and hobbled into the house. You tried to make it to the kitchen but your knees gave out a few feet away from the doorway. Gasps were heard and Remus rushed over to you.
“Death Eaters. Three of them. Took a curse for a kid,” you grunted through the pain.
For some reason, Fred began to take charge. He conjured up a soft pad that stretched across the table for Remus to lay you down on. He was probably trying to prove himself. Why else would he be helping you? You hated each other.
“Y/N? Where does it hurt?” Fred asked you. If you weren’t in pain you would’ve teased him for sounding like a Mother.
“My back,” you said through gritted teeth.
Molly rushed in with supplies. She wasn’t a healer, but all of the Order members tended to have a least some knowledge on the art of healing. They had to. We did dangerous stuff.
Molly instructed that you needed to be flipped over so you could sit up and drink some potions for the pain. Remus and Sirius did the work, you cried out. Your head was tilted back and your eyes were clenched shut. You were writhing in pain. Your hands clutched onto the closest thing to them, you didn’t even know what, but one of them felt like somebody’s hand. Evidently, it was Fred’s.
“Y/N you have to drink!” he yelled over your shouts. You didn’t answer, only made more yelps. He tore away his hand from yours and held your head up so you weren’t tilted back anymore. His other forced the potion down your throat. And another. They were quick to hit you. One must’ve been a dreamless sleep potion, because you were out like a light.
You woke up the next morning, shocked and confused. Why? Because Fred was in a chair asleep. Next to your bed. You nudged his head until he woke up and he was met with your very weirded out look in your eyes.
“What are you doing here?” you asked.
“Oh um,” he stuttered. “I’ll go get Remus.”
You laid back down against your pillow very confused. Anyone else- literally anyone else being by your bedside asleep would’ve phased you less than this. You-Know-Who himself
could’ve been there and it would’ve brought less of a reaction.
Remus came in with a potion and some chocolate in his hands, “Eat. You’ll feel better.”
“I used to steal from your chocolate stash you know,” you told him.
“No, you stole from the stash I hid for you so you thought you were stealing from my stash. Mine was in an enchanted drawer in my desk,”Remus said.
You gasped, “I don’t know whether to be hurt, or touched.”
You drank the potion and ate the chocolate bar you were given while Remus sat on the chair to make sure you finished it all.
“It was dark magic. We stopped the bleeding and the pain, but there’s going to be a long scar down your back that probably won’t go away,” he told you.
You nodded. You weren’t at all surprised. You’d be more surprised if they didn’t hit you with dark magic.
“He didn’t leave your side,” Remus said, his voice evident that it had been surprising to him too. “Held your hand, petted your hair anytime you stirred, even carried you up here himself.”
You sat back stunned. You weren’t sure what you would do if he walked into the house as hurt as you were. He probably didn’t either until it happened.
Two days later, you were fully back on your feet and back into business. Back into meetings. That morning you came downstairs with a spring in your step. You were feeling like yourself again.
“Mornin’ lovely people!” you sang as you entered the kitchen. “And Fred.”
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, “like you’re so grand.”
“I happen to think I’m the grandest.”
“Yeah, for a gremlin, maybe.”
“You’re just grouchy because you’ll have to leave the room soon so we can have grown up talk,” you condescended.
Fred stood up out of his seat to face you.
“Is that all you got? Grown up talk? That curse must’ve taken the bite out of your bark,” he seethed.
“You can barely even bark, Weasley! Off the quidditch field you’re just a scared little puppy!”
“Off the quidditch field, you’re still a bitch!”
“ENOUGH!” Molly shouted. “You’re acting like children! Honestly, Fred, I thought after Y/N woke up you’d be a lot nicer to her given as you never left her side! Are you two really incapable of being nice to each other while we’re all living under one roof?!”
You stood eye to eye. He might tower over you, but you were still a force.
“No, Mum. I’m not incapable,” he said.
Fred’s hands cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss. You were taken back for a moment, not fully sure if it was happening. Then, you accepted it. You hopped up so you were sitting on the counter without breaking away from
his lips so your heights were more on par with each other. You wrapped your hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. You bit and tugged lightly on his lip as you pulled away, a subtle way of not allowing Fred to have all of the dominance in what just happened. You smirked at him. He was feeling proud of himself.
“Well wasn’t that quite a show,” George piped up. “Truly left nothing up to the imagination.”
Molly crossed her arms and shook her head, but her face showed she wasn’t mad at all. It almost looked proud? Amused? Whatever it was, it wasn’t mad.
“I get the feeling that wasn’t the first time they did that,” Ginny said.
You stifled a laugh and drank your tea, trying to hide the blush on your face.
“As far as your concerned Baby Weasley- it was,” you winked.
Molly shook her head and held her hands up in surrender.
“Alright! Point proven you two, a bit too showy for this early in the morning, but point proven,” she admitted.
You laughed for real this time, smiling at Fred.
“A good show,” you said. “I’d see it again.”