Percy never reunites with the Weasleys. He quits his job at the ministry and continued working as a bartender because he was 100% working 2 jobs to prodive for his 2 daughters. Cause single dad. (Your choice on what happened to Audrey, my personal favourite is that she died during childbirth.)
One day, the weasleys want to reunite with Percy cause guilt (Oh and Fred survives cause yeah. I need some happiness.) They go to ministry because they don't know his adress or anything. His ex coworkers tell them that he quit and now works at a bar.
Bill and Charlie go to the bar cause the others are underage, the twins are too chaotic, Molly and Arthur are supervising their children.
They get their and Percy is serving drinks looking quite badass in his uniform. White shirt with a black vest on top and black trousers. And his hair is a bit grown out into a low ponytail at his shoulders cause his daughters love it and who is he to deny them that?
But before they get to talk to him, some drunk guy is htting on him and trying to touch him. Percy's being nice because well the guy is drunk but he loses it when he feels his hand on his chest.
His two older brothers are just watching, shocked cause Percy and the guy are arguing. Percy's telling him to get the fuck out but the guy is pissed cause he didn't get what he wanted. Percy's towering over him, they're both face to face, just arguing.
Eventually the bouncer helps but instead of getting the guy away from Percy, she had to hold back Percy before he actually hurts someone. Like he's wresing to break free and chase after the guy who ran out the bar out of fear.
And Bill and Charlie are just standing there. Like. 😦👁👄👁😨 What the fuck??????
Hello! So, I hope this request is okay to ask, if not, I'm so sorry!!! (Especially as it is a triggering topic) --- TW ‼️‼️ healing from SA
I was wondering about a fic with george where the reader (gender neutral but afab anatomy) has maybe been put through something in the past (left ambiguous), and essentially is just ready to try more intimate stuff with george, and is able to just fully enjoy themself with him? Like a healing sort of thing?
I know this request is kinda different. I've seen your other posts about sensitive topics and thought they were great, and I checked to see what you are/aren't okay with (I hope I didn't get it wrong, if I did, I'm very sorry!), so I thought I'd send this in. I just thought it'd be a healing read! BUT, I understand that it's still sensitive, so totally no worries if that's the case!
Also, I hope this isn't too specific???? I apologise if it is!!!!
I hope that you're having a lovely day ^^
((Sorry it took so long! It’s been finals season, and since it’s such a heavy topic I wanted to be in a good headspace to work on it. Ya know?))
As someone who suffers from self harming ((I have an issue where I just scratch myself and my arms get scratched like crazy. They are vertical, so no one thinks they are ‘real’ self harming scars 🙄)) so writing George on a topic like this would be very comforting to me as well. Thank you for being so brave in asking 🫂 I’m so proud of you for speaking! This will be lovely
Kissable
George Weasley X AFAB reader
Warnings: 18+, heavy talks about Self Harm and Suicidal Ideations, gentle sex, lots of fluff and kisses, body positivity, disabilities, Umbridge, Fred gets to live because we need to lighten this heavy topic, lots of gentleness, wizarding war typical angst, deafness, body dysmphroia, it’s gonna be heavy and descriptive but also there is plenty of comfort to balance. Not sugar coating comfort. Sugaring coating can be so annoying. Trust me. I know
Life sure was different, when the war finally ended. The stress of it all was off everyone’s shoulders. The world was finally able to move forward. Death wasn’t at the doorstep. Life was suppose to be happier, but you still felt like it wasn’t. That you were holding yourself back. That even the battle of Hogwarts didn’t shake you back to reality. You felt bad, and George noticed.
“S’matter, jellybean?” He asked you, as he leaned himself against the railing. Having seen you space out again. Happened alot, but he noticed it more than ever now. As if he wanted to leave you to be stressed after all. This should be a happy time, but somehow it wasn’t.
“Just….Thinking.” You muttered, as you played with the end of your sleeves. You could hear him sigh, a deep one, as he watched. As if he knew something. Something you wish he didn’t. Seemed such a worry was made a reality, when you were both suddenly apparated into his office. A place for privacy, after all.
He’s been suspicious, but a constant wizarding war tends to take your mind off things. Along with busy with a school year, and starting up a business. Made any doubts get overrun with work, and stress, get covered. Not today, though. Not today.
“Love, we need to have a talk. A serious one, please.” That made your heart drop, as he would motion you to join him on the couch. You felt so terrified, as you were forced to sit next to him on it. Now having your hands held by his.
“You know I love you, and I want to take care of you. I love you so very much. We’ve been through so much together. You’ve been there for me, and I want to be there for you. You know that, right?” He asked, as you gave a sheepish nod. Wondering where this was going, but deep down knew he figured it out. He’s had it figured out for a while.
He’s not stupid, after all. You could only hide something like this for so long. Why you never turned on the light, how you used Umbridge as an excuse for anything that was accidentally seen. How you always wore long sleeves, even when going to bed. If you could hide your body, you did. But now? George could understand that pain, and he wasn’t having you suffer in silence anymore.
“Love, it’s ok. You know that, right? I’m not here to judge, or make fun of ya. Gonna be the last person to do that. I mean, look at me. Look at Billy boy. We know a thing or two about getting roughed up.” He tried to not directly say what he wanted to say, in a means to let you be the one to say it. To let YOU be in charge of it.
After the war, he just wasn’t the same. When Fred went in that coma, oh he was in utter hell. He was already recovering from his ear. Now he had to spend every day, wondering if his twin would live or die. How Umbridge caught wind of such a thing, and tried to pull something. Like trying to say Bill was qualified under the Werewolf laws. Oh life was hell, and he had to project somehow. Not the same as you, but to say there wasn’t a taste is an understatement.
“George, I really don’t want to talk about this-“ You tried to weasel out, but his grip on your hands only tightened. The sadness in his eyes left you frozen in place. He wanted to take care of you, and make sure you knew you were safe with him. Such a complicated mess it all was. Just made you feel worse, if anything.
“Love….Let me see you. Please. Let me see all of you. You see me, can I see you?” He tried, and your tears just welled up more. You couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Why he cared. Your brain just didn’t accept that people can love you. It’s hard to grasp.
“This is different-“ You tried. “Why is it different?” He rebutted. “It just is. It’s different when I do it-“ How the brain was complex, and a pain in the ass to have. Luckily, George knew a thing or two about them. You learn alot when running a joke shop. Kids come to you with so many problems. You learn things you don’t want to.
“I don’t want to force you, but I can’t have you suffer like this anymore. I’m not doing this to hurt you, Jellybean. You were there when I lost my ear. When I thought I was going to lose Fred. Umbridge, everything. Let me be there for you-“ He begged, as he forced your hand onto the side of his head.
Your palm would feel over the scars from the Potion Master Made Spell. How deep they were, and never seemed to properly heal. How familiar the texture was. The smoothness of cut flesh, as he no longer could hear. The lines that cut into his hair, cheek, and even face. It was nothing like what Bill suffered, but it hurt. Hurt no longer being identical.
With a shakey breath, you gave in. Ready to accept him screaming at you in disgust. To say all the mean things people have said to you before. Attention seeker, that you need to make them deeper already, that you look like a cutting board. Every insult, every mean remark. All of it. You accepted your fate, as you rolled up your sleeves.
The air was silent, but it wasn’t heavy. No, it was calm. Like the air was clear. For once, the weight was gone. You couldn’t understand why there was such a feeling of peace. Why wasn’t he looking at you with disgust? With hate? Why was he smiling?
“Hm, kinda remind me of Charlie. He’s got ink like crazy, same for Bill. You’ve seen them. Bills got these protection ruins, and Charlie has as many dragons as possible. You would look good with sleeves.” He smiled, as he gently held your wrist. Truly looking at them, and not flinching at all. He was looking at you. And wanting to make you feel like there was a chance you didn’t have to hide. That you were the center of it all. Not the scars. Not even asking why you had them. He didn’t need to know. He just wanted to know if you knew he could keep you safe.
The fact he started to kiss them was what had you sob. He was kissing something you hated so much. He was accepting it as a part of you. This was just what was part of your life. Your struggles. Your fears. Your hate. He was accepting that, because he loved you. You were what he cared about. Not what people thought.
It was such a tender moment, as you were able to let yourself cry. Let yourself have that good, needed, cry. All the while George took care of you. Kissing your scars, and holding you close. Just wanting you to know you were safe with him. Not rushing you. You never rushed him when he bursted into tears, no matter how random it was. So, you deserved that attention all the same.
“George…You know how I said I wanted us to wait until we were married?” You asked him, as you wiped your eyes. He would brush them aside, as well, as he nodded to you. Keeping his eyes glued with yours, as he tried to show you his full attention.
“It was kinda a lie. I didn’t want you to see me….But I think I’m ready now. I think you can see me now.” You consented, as he smiled. Clearly proud of such a big step. His pride made you want to cry more. There was no shame, or doubt, in those big brown eyes. He didn’t see you as any less, as before the topic was broached. It was as if you simply dyed your hair. It’s still you, under it all.
“I’ve been waiting for this, and I was willing to wait for never even.” He chuckled, as he kissed your cheek. Another reminder he was there for you. Not for some end goal. There was no end goal, with love. There was a continue. A continue for as long as the hearts wanted.
With a gentle kiss to your lips, the two of you were side alonged back into your shared flat. Fred would be able to handle the shop just fine, after all. It’s near closing anyway. With how close those two were, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew where George went. Even as far as why.
“I’ve always wanted to see you. So badly.” He sighed, as he kissed you again. Gentle, and sweet. Not this heated passion in the books or movies. Just tender, and making sure you were taken care of. In every sense of the word. This was love, not sex.
Just gentle kisses, shared between you two, as he helps remove your clothes. Allowing more and more of you to be seen on the surface. Every cut, bruise, stretch mark, imperfection, whatever you had. He was able to finally see it all, and wouldn’t stop kissing each little dot on your skin.
It was so scary. Scary to allow him. He was so proud of you to allow him. To allow him to witness you whole. He was so damn proud. Couldn’t stop his kisses all over your skin. Along with a few little playful ones, like right on your nose. Just wanting to make you smile. Know that you were safe. No matter how vulnerable you were. You allowed him to feel safe, when he lost so much. It’s a crime to not return the favor.
Open mouth kisses would trail over your body, as he helped you lay down on the bed. Slow, sweet, and savoring it. Understanding just how important it all was. No need to rush. No need to treat it as a one and done. This a moment to share, between two people who loved each other. So very very very much.
“You really are beautiful. I know I know. I can say it all I want, but I mean it-!” He whined at the end, making you smile. Ever playful, no matter the mood. Was very soothing. Made any heavy topic easier to deal with. He just made life easier, and his smile could sooth any coals under your feet.
There was one more little kiss to your nose, before he finally allowed himself to strip. His own body full of scars from so many things. War, failed experiments, Umbridge, death eaters, blood purest’s, friends turned enemies, the list goes on. Those scars felt different to you. He didn’t ask for them, yet wasn’t ashamed of them either. The mind can truly be so warped, but George was always one to be fascinated by the world. Willing to dive into that hellscape you call a brain, because you are in there after all.
“You are so beautiful.” He just kept on saying, before his naked body was pressed against yours. Playful little kisses were pressed all over your face, as your skin felt his. Felt his scars on yours, yours were felt on his. Just pure skin contact, as he was holding you close. Loving every little part of you. If it was you, he loved it. Scars and all.
“I’m ready when you are. And if ready is never, eh. Who gives a shit?” He would place another kiss to your nose, before your hands were around his neck. You were trying to mentally psych yourself up, and he was more than happy to wait. Happy to just admire you. Big ole Brown eyes, and a freckled smile.
“Yeah. I’m ready.” You nodded, as he gave you another kiss. One arm was used to prop himself up, as the other found your slit. Just being very gentle, and stroking it. Not yet intruding, but just taking it nice and slow. He was no virgin, after all. But you were, and he was going to treat you right.
Slow, steady, and calculated. A man who was that of an inventor. He knew how to move his fingers. Gentle over your slit, almost ghosting it even. Made you crave more, in such a simple gesture. Those rough fingers on such a sensitive part of your body. All exposed to him.
A kiss to your neck was given, as he finally slipped them in. Had you shiver, but he kept planting kisses on you. Easing you into such a feeling you were growing costumed to. How you always loved his big and rough hands. Always brought you comfort. Now they were bringing you pleasure.
“You already feel so wonderful. Bloody amazing.” He whispered, as he would kiss along your jaw. Just two fingers pushing in and out of you. His thumb even working at your clit, and it had you whimper a bit. Such new stimuli, but he was keeping it slow and gentle. Easing you into it.
“Don’t be shy. I can only hear so much, have mercy on me.” He teases, as it helped bring you back to earth. That this isn’t just sex. You were making love with someone you love. Made you smile, as he kissed the corner of your mouth. Drinking in the soft little breaths you left for him, before he snuck a third finger in.
“Oh you are going to feel so bloody good. I just know it. I can hardly wait any longer.” He moaned for you, as he was picking up his speed. That earned him more sounds from you, as your walls were coating his fingers. Showing you were enjoying yourself, when your voice was lost.
“Are you ready, or was this enough for one day?” More reassurance. That even now, when he’s so close to getting his turn at pleasure, he wanted you to know it didn’t matter. You matter. Almost made you cry.
“I’m ready, Georgie. I mean it. For once, I’m ready.” You would cup his face, and admired him. Those warm eyes, that imperfect unsymmetrical face. Those freckles, those scars, and that beautiful toothy smile. That’s your man, and he was all yours. Never thought you deserved such a wonderful man in your life. In this moment though? You finally accepted it. Even if it was temporary, you were able to fight your brain long enough to say you deserved this man. Seemed George could even see it in your eyes, as he pulled you into a deep kiss.
The tip of his cock felt so hot. As if he was just twitching in need. Had you feel so beautiful. Beautiful to know he was that excited to be with you. Hard to fake a feeling like that, after all. That feeling of a throbbing cock. Just hungry to finally feel you. Feeling you, he did. Finally slipping inside, as you pulled him closer. Moaning into his mouth, as the gesture is returned.
You swore he might be feeling more pleasure from it than yourself. There was a morbid comfort in that. Knowing your body could do such a thing. Ever after so much, it could still do good. Made your body relax, and had you enjoy the ride all the better.
The feeling of his hips meeting yours, and how he rolled them. Feeling those hip bones against your soft flesh. It just itched a scratch you didn’t know you had. Feeling this slender man above you, with his arms tense. Those muscles showing themselves off to you. Freckled and scared. So beautiful to you.
The moans he gave you had you drunk. They sounded so good. You swore you could get off from them alone. The feeling of him moaning into your mouth, as he kept rolling his hips into yours. Fingers tangled together, as you both just enjoyed each other. No need for words. Just embracing what your bodies wanted. The feeling of connection, and love.
It was like a beautiful dream. Nothing else mattered, in that moment. Just the two of you. Making love, and enjoying each other’s company. To feel the air grow heated, and sweat build between you both. How those easy rolls grew in speed, and had you both gasping each other’s names. Fingers holding on tighter to each other, as if afraid to melt into nothing.
“You feel so good-“ He spoke so breathlessly, as he would keep thrusting into you. All the while you moan openly for him. Your hands were trapped under his own, and you would give him squeezes of delight into those callused fingers. Allowing yourself to be louder. A mixture of allowing yourself to enjoy it, and a need to make sure he could hear how much you were indeed enjoying it. It’s the least you can do. Small acts go a long way, and you witnessed such first hand tonight.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer-“ He admits, sounding so embarrassed. It was cute. He was always so cute. Had you smile, and he smiled back. Your smile seemed to comfort his blushing cheeks, as you two returned another kiss. A kiss, as his hips begun to thrust in an uneven pattern. Had you whimper for him, as he kept true to his word. He didn’t last any longer, and he was soon moaning your name into your mouth. Tangling it in your tongue, and his.
The heat inside felt so satisfying. To let yourself ride a high, and have it be with him. How your legs couldn’t stop themselves, and wrapped around him. Needing to have him as close as your bodies could allow it. As if needing to become one. It was truly like being a fire work. A burst of pleasure, and sounds. It all felt so good, and it truly did feel like it filled a void in your heart that you didn’t know you had.
Coming down from the high was treated slowly. The both of you savoring it. With him holding you, as he stayed where he was. His head snuggled into your neck, as you played with his hair. Your turn in giving him the gentle comfort. Allowing him to use his working ear to enjoy your breathing, and heart. No need to worry about words. Just gentle affection. Embracing each other, and enjoying a moment of existing.
“Worth the wait-?” You asked, as you two were finally in a more clear headspace. He took a moment to think, as he pulled out you. Had you whine, as you liked the feeling. That made him chuckle, as he was soon pulling a blanket over you both.
“Yes. Very much worth the wait.” He would reassure you, as he was now your big spoon. Making sure you felt safe, in yet another vulnerable moment. His legs tangled with yours, as he wrapped his arms around you. Giving you a hug, as he pressed his face in your neck. Enjoying your scent.
Tears slipped down your cheeks, but not out of sadness anymore. But pure relief. You will still have your dark days, but you had a bundle of sunshine to stay there. Stay, and wait, for when you could speak again. He wouldn’t leave you behind when things got rough. He was making sure of that. Not even processing how much this simple act of spoon was bringing such joy. He existed, and it made you existing easier.
“Love you, Georgie.” You said, as you stole a hand to kiss. His own lips returned the gesture, as they were right on your cheek. “Love you more, Jellybean.” He yawned.
That comfort of another body, it was just what you needed. For once, in a long time, you weren’t scared to fall asleep. You were happy to sleep. To get rest, even excited to wake up again. Because you knew one thing, and one thing that changed everything.
He would be there when you woke up, and that was what mattered. He would be there, every time you woke up, and sometimes that’s all it takes to make you wake up.
Your sunshine, always there when the rain clouds came. Always there, and will never leave.
A/N: I usually update it on AO3 first link on masterlist
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Summary: Y/N is a healer with the Family name of Weaver. This is a Draco Malfoy x Reader vs Harry Potter x Reader. Slowburn some angst.
Fem Ravenclaw Reader bit of Harry Potter x Reader
After the battle of Hogwarts, you spent a lot of time with your parents. You were from a long line of pure-blood healers, known as the Weavers as such after a war, healers were needed. For days on end you were side-by-side with your family as an apprentice healer. You were not an official healer as you technically had not graduated from hogwarts.
In the aftermath of the war it was very evident that the wizarding world has a surplus of under qualified witches and wizards and a high need for more actually qualified witches and wizards.
The wonderful solution was proposed by the Ministry of Magic. A temporary 8th year to catch up the 7th years that did not get a complete education. A one-time all around great idea, right?
Not exactly. The Ministry did not provide any solutions or protections for the Slytherin students, only restrictions. Once a week Aurors would come and interview teachers and Slytherin students to ensure they are all in line.
You can't imagine how that would ever go wrong. Not one thought.
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You spent most of the summer working with your family. You still had all your books from 7th year so your parents didn't see a need to go out of their way to get you school supplies. It wasn't until the restart of school was one week away did you get a visit from the Weasley Matriarch.
Mrs. Molly walks in with piles of food in tow, she often made meals for the staff at St. Mungos when her eyes landed on you.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Molly." you say.
"Good afternoon dear, are you still working here?" Mrs. Molly looked for your parents not seeing them yet.
"Yes ma'am I am" You smile.
Clearly unamused, Mrs. Molly searches for your parents and talks to them at length before they approach you as a group. They clearly had come up with some sort of plan and were trying to figure out how to tell you.
"What is it?" you ask.
"Well we just were informed that school starts in a week, we've lost track of time and Mrs. Molly has said she can take you to the train." Your parents were trying to push you off on her, and you couldn't complain. Your families have been friends for a while. And you were good friends with Hermione. You just nod and pack your stuff up.
You say goodbye to your family and leave St. Mungos with Mrs. Molly. Even though you floo back to the Burrow Mrs. Molly gives you a flood of questions;
"How long have you been healing with your parents?"
-Since the war starting
"Do you like being a Healer?"
-I think so.
"Is that what you will do?"
- I think so, it's what everyone in the family’s done.
"I've heard about you from Ron."
- I've done a couple of studying sessions with Hermione. I met Ron that way..
Seeming pleased with her interrogation you arrived at the Burrow.
Ron seems pleased to see you “Hey I see Mum even dragged you here too!”
“What do you mean “me too”?” you ask.
“Well Hermione and Harry are already here, but I mean they practically live here.”
You nod, glad to know at least someone you know is here.
“Can you guide me to the bathroom Ron,” You gesture to the dirty clothes you were wearing from the hospital, “I’d like to clean up”
“Sure, I’ll see if Gin has anything you can wear until your trunk gets here, George and Mum just left to get it.”
You thank him as he leads you to the bathroom and lets you clean up and get a good shower in. Cleaning the dirt and filth of the hospital along with unidentified bodily fluids, you felt wonderfully clean. You heard a light knock as you were getting out, you wrap yourself up with a towel and open the door slightly.
It was Hermione, “Here's some spare clothes until you get here.” Hermione gives you a neatly folded stack of clothes.
“Thanks Hermione, I appreciate it.” You say as you take the clothes, You change into Hermione's Gryffindor Jumper and some jeans. You laugh as you see yourself in the mirror, a Ravenclaw wearing a Gryffindor Jumper. It was the first time in a while you thought of yourself as a “Ravenclaw” and not as a “Healer Apprentice”.
You leave the bathroom with your dirty clothes in hand, you see George pushing your trunk into a room near the bathroom. You follow him and find out it's Ginny’s room. Hermione and Ginny are already there. In the room you see three beds side by side, you assume it's for the three of you. Ginny and George were already bickering about how he cant be in her room and him shooting back he was helping.
You walk over to your trunk and place the dirty clothes in a separate bag, you grab your Ravenclaw Jumper and throw it at Hermione. “Until you get yours back” You say.
Hermione smiles and immediately pulls it on. “I think it suits me.”
You smile too. “It certainly does.”
You sit and watch Ginny argue with George eager for the next week ahead of you.
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You lied to yourself by the second day you were riddled with anxiety about not helping your parents, you even dressed in medic robes and tried to leave before hermione pulled you back into Ginny’s room to change.
“C’mon you can’t go.” Hemione stands firm in front of you.
“Hermione, they need all the help they can get.” You beg.
“Will they really notice if one person is gone?” She retorts.
“Yes! Of course I usually handle 20 patients. That's 20 people who rely on me daily that I’m letting down, those are 20 people that are going to be given to other people whose workload is way more than 20. Those patients woke up today and saw a new face. New isn’t exactly comforting given what has happened.”
Hermione considers your logic for a moment. “You’re right it won’t be comforting for them, but you need to stay here Mrs. Weasley will have a brain aneurysm if you don’t. Plus we have to get ready for school, when was the last time you looked at a book?”
“I haven’t had the time for books.” You confess sheepishly.
Hermione shakes her head and gently guides you back to one of the beds. She lets you change into some regular clothes as she pulls out a book from her trunk. The two of you quietly read together until Ginny wakes up.
Ginny takes one look at us and laughs, “C’mon already at least eat breakfast first!” Ginny pulled the two of us to the kitchen to grab a bite.
It was odd walking through the quiet house, listening to the wood creak under our steps. We sneak to the kitchen giggling amongst ourselves, we hardly noticed him.
Harry was leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand as he watched three of his friends sneak into the kitchen like normal teenagers. It made his heart soar to see them acting normal and not fearful. He was worried that you would have tried to run back to the hospital, so he woke up early to stop you if you had tried.
Harry watches as the sun rises and lights up your face, a small smile forming.
You turn to him finally noticing that you’re sharing the space, you jump slightly. You stare at him, your eyes drift to his lips. The small smile he gives you tugs at your heart strings.
The moment is quickly ruined as Ginny shoves food at you and Hermione.
“Harry! You’re up!” Ginny smiles.
“Yeah I am, Rons still sleeping though.” Harry runs a hand through his messy hair.
Your eyes watch his hands as they drift through his messy hair.
“I’ll wake him up, if you’re down for a round of quidditch?” Ginny says.
Harry seems to think for a moment before he nods, “Only if you play,” he turns to you, his eyes looking into yours, “We’d need a keeper on par with Ron.”
You nod. “Yeah I can be the second keeper.”
Ginny turns to you, “I forgot you were the Ravenclaw keeper!”
You just nod gently.
“You should see if you can join the team again, would you even need to apply?” Ginny wanders off to wake up Ron.
Hermione took one glance between the two of you and mumbled something about helping Ginny.
Then you were alone with Harry, the last thing your war fresh 18 year old underdeveloped brain needed. You tried not to stare at him and focus on your food.
“Are you ready for this 8th year thing?” Harry asks as he moves closer to you.
“I mean, I’m ready for it to be over, to be considered actually qualified to be a healer and whatnot.” you say.
“Do you like it? Being a healer?” Harry asks gently.
“It feels right for me, it might not be right for everyone though. What are you thinking of doing Harry?”
“Have I never told you?” You shake your head, “Really? I want to be an Auror!” Harry’s eyes light up as he describes his reasons why. He moves to the same side of the table as you.
You look up at Harry and notice how tall he really is, and how he has developed a bit of stubble on his chin. You try to pay attention to what he was saying and not be too distracted by the warmth that radiated off of him.
Ron was heard yelling and you and Harry jumped apart. You did not realize just how close the two of you were. Your face starts to heat up. Ron grabs food.
“Ginny and Hermione are getting the twins for the game, who’s idea was it anyway? It's too early for a game.” Ron looked between you and Harry. “Was it you Mate?” Ron looks at Harry.
“No, it was Ginny’s idea.” Harry responds.
“Makes sense, of course she would decide this early in the morning was perfect for a match!” Ron complains.
It's 10:30 in the morning.
Rons complaints fall on Harry's ears and not yours. You let him handle all of Ron’s complaints as the twins walk in.
“Good Morning Ron!” George (Fred?) says.
“Good Morning Fred.” Ron replies.
“Good Morning Harry!” Fred (George?) says.
“Good Morning Fred.” Harry replies.
Ron stops and looks at Harry, “Only one of them is Fred mate.”
Harry turns to Ron, “And only one of them has both ears.”
You can't help but chuckle. The twins were a little easier to tell apart now sure, but it was a little blunt.
Ron turns bright red, and turns away and finishes his breakfast.
song; london boy [taylor swift]
pairing; fred weasley x fem!american!thunderbird!reader
genre; s2l, fluff
word count; 3,1k
timeline; post-second wizarding war au (fred lives)
warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption
summary; after taking the plunge and moving across the world, you are unsure of how to form a new social circle and support system. it appears there was no need to worry, as you soon meet a charming man who runs a joke shop with his twin brother
a/n; this was actually suggested by an anon! sorry it took a couple months to write
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"babe, don't threaten me with a good time."
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The Second Wizarding War, while primarily occurring in battles throughout the United Kingdom, was something that had put the global wizarding world at stake. The United States were no exception, and as a recent graduate of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you decided to wander across the pond to the country where the liberty of witches and wizards was saved. That, and you had no other plans for the course of your life.
You worked for the first year after your graduation in order to save up money for the move, but you were pleased to say you had finally stepped foot in England: specifically, Diagon Alley.
It was where you had managed to rent a small flat from, as arranged thanks to your mother having connections in the area as a result of her travels back in the day. You were beyond excited to meet new people and settle into a new life.
But you did need a job.
Your savings would suffice for a few months, which would hopefully give you sufficient time to secure an income - key word, hopefully. First on the agenda, however, was exploring your new local area to see if you could make new friends early doors.
And so you found yourself stood outside a completely buzzing joke shop, after visiting the local bakery and book shop. The name of shop was written in gold: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Chadwick, that was a tongue twister - fitting, you supposed.
You pushed open the door to be greeted by both the bell tinkling above you and the sound of laughing children (and even adults) in all corners of the establishment. A smile pulled its way on to your face as you began walking towards the nearest display table, covered in enchanted prank items. You picked up what appeared to be a normal whoopie cushion, and began examining it.
"Looks normal, but is in fact quite the opposite," a British voice in your left ear caught you off guard, making you quickly turn to be greeted by a tall ginger-haired man, "First of all, it camouflages once it's set down, so anyone who's smart enough to check their seats before sitting down can't catch you out."
You stared blankly at the man.
"Second, it doesn't just make a fart sound, it produces the whole package," he grinned, "A hyper realistic fart smell - and even a greenish smoke if the person sits down with a lot of force."
You came to your senses and smiled, putting the cushion delicately back down. "I'm guessing you're Weasley?"
"One of them," he nodded, "There's two others - one of them fresh out of Hogwarts."
You hummed.
"And I was gonna ask why I don't recognise you from school, but I think your accent gives me the answer."
"Yep, I'm an Ilvermorny grad."
"First time in Britain?"
You nodded, "So far, I love it."
He grimaced, "Depends where you go, Diagon Alley gives you an idealistic impression. How long you here for?"
"Indefinitely."
"Oh?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You're living here?"
"As of today," you smiled, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."
"Fred Weasley," he replied, "Allow me to be your first friend in this foreign country."
You giggled at his feigned poshness.
"What are your plans for work?" he asked, beginning to walk away. Instinctively, you began following him.
You shrugged, "I don't know. Haven't thought that far ahead."
"Oh?"
"I have some money saved while I settle in and find a job."
"That's good," he nodded.
"Have you always wanted to run a joke shop?" you asked.
"Oh, yeah. Always," he said with a smile, "Me and my twin brother, George, have loved pranks since we were kids."
You raised an eyebrow, "Twin?"
"Identical - well, used to be. He has a missing ear now so no one ever mixes us up anymore. Sad, really."
You didn't have to ask how he lost the ear.
"Our younger brother, Ron, decided to join us too. Although I don't think it's a childhood dream of his."
"How many siblings do you have?"
"Six."
Your eyes widened, "Six?"
"Five brothers, one sister."
"Your poor sister."
"Well, she's not doing too bad for herself. She's just starting her quidditch career and she's dating none other than Harry Potter so," he shrugged.
"You know Harry Potter?"
He laughed, "Well, I went to school with him, so yeah. Although I suppose I am a bit closer than normal as Ron's his best mate and my sister's dating him. He actually helped fund the start of this very establishment."
"That's cool."
Fred beamed at you, "Wanna grab a coffee after my shift?"
***
"So, yeah, that's how I ended up losing my virginity to a no-maj," you finished off, sipping on your piccolo, "Poor guy doesn't know he lost his to a witch."
"How do you know it was his first time?" Fred chuckled, sat opposite you, having been intently listening to the story.
"Because he started crying afterwards saying how God was never gonna forgive him for not saving himself for marriage," you said through stifled laughter.
By this point, Fred was practically cackling.
"Honestly, I took it as a compliment. I'm sexy enough to get a guy to suspend his beliefs for a couple hours."
"Not surprised about that," he gave the slightest of smirks to you.
You stopped laughing, suddenly feeling flushed and embarrassed.
"You told a guy you just met how you lost your virginity and only now you get shy?"
You scoffed, "I didn't realise there were rules around when I'm allowed to get shy."
Fred shrugged, "There should be- by that I mean, you should have to do it more. You're cute when you're shy."
You couldn't help your lips from stretching into a grin.
"Oh, shit, is that the time?"
"What?"
"I agreed to meet some of my brothers and friends for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Oh-"
"Wanna come?" he quickly asked.
You frowned, "I don't wanna intrude."
"Don't be silly, I grew up on a 'the more, the merrier' policy."
"Well, if you're sure- fuck it."
***
"Fred, there you are!" a voice rang out from the bar, where a group of guys were gathered.
"Where you been, mate?" a man identical to Fred (save for a missing ear) said.
"If you'd been at the shop today, you'd know."
George, the name you remembered from Fred's many stories, laughed, "I'm just teasing. Ron told me," he nodded his head towards one of the other ginger men in the group. That was when he turned to look at you. "So, you're the mysterious lady Freddie disappeared off with."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N."
"Ooh, accent!" the man who had initially called out to you both said.
"Alright, alright. Y/N, that's Lee there, this is my twin, George- obviously. Over there is Ron, Wood, and one of my older brothers, Bill."
They all greeted you.
"So, where in America you from?" Bill asked.
***
Some way, some how, many firewhiskeys later you found yourself laughing your ass off with a bunch of guys you had only met a few hours ago. You were drunker than the rest of them, that was for sure, as despite US drinking laws not having stopped you from drinking to drunkenness before, they still meant you had had less opportunity to do so. Thus, your tolerance wasn't good.
At some point during the evening, your group had migrated from the bar to a larger table in the corner, where you sat with Fred's arm around you.
"Oh, come on, Ron, you have to admit it's a little ironic that your girlfriend is on her way to be the next Minister of Magic meanwhile you run a joke shop," George said through wheezes.
Ron's expression suddenly went solemn, "How could you say that to me?"
Everyone went silent for a few moments, until Ron erupted in laughter again with everyone else swiftly following. You found it even funnier that the jokes weren't actually funny anymore: you all were just plastered.
As the laughter died down again, you turned to Fred at your side, "I like your friends."
"Better not like 'em more than me," he said, "I know it's only been a day but I'd like to think I've already called dibs on you."
"Called dibs on me?"
"Yeah, well, dibs on being the first British guy you date."
You grinned, "That's up to you to make it happen, London boy."
"I'm not even from London," he retorted.
"Eh, tomato, tomato."
***
How things ended up well past midnight with you stumbling down Diagon Alley, a red headed man helping support your weight, and an unhealthy amount of alcohol in your system - you didn't know. All you knew is that you had learned so much about the man in the last several hours that you felt very comfortable with him.
"Okay, love, is this your flat?"
"Yeah, that's the one," you slurred, moving towards the stairs that led up the side.
"Woah, hold up there, pretty girl," he said, quickly aiding you so you didn't trip and break your face, "You shoulda told us you were a lightweight. We wouldn'ta ordered you so many."
You grumbled, but didn't say anything in response, instead fumbling around in your pockets for your keys.
"Fred, I can't find them," you whined.
He pulled out his wand, "Alohamora." The door clicked open. "I see you haven't put an anti-unlocking charm on your flat yet."
"I literally just moved in."
"I feel like it's a first priority."
You didn't reply, instead tumbling forward into your new small home. Again, Fred steadied your weight, chuckling to himself in the process.
"You need to get to bed."
After helping you get your shoes off, Fred walked you to your bedroom and watched in amusement as you collapsed on to the mattress.
"You all good from here, sweetheart?"
You hummed softly, "Thank you, Freddie."
"Yeah, yeah," he said, "If you're not too hungover, stop by the shop tomorrow. I can set you up with a job."
"Really?"
"Of course. I have a sneaky feeling you're gonna be in my life for a while."
You giggled, "Me too."
"Alright, I'll see you. Take care."
"You too-" you yawned, "-Freddie."
***
It was mid-afternoon by the time you made it to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, still nursing a hangover but feeling better after a long shower, a painkilling potion and a big glass of a fizzy non-alcoholic drink.
"Oh, good, you're here," Fred opened the door, seeing as the shop was in fact shut. They functioned on weekend days of Monday and Tuesday since Saturday and Sunday were prime business days. (Apart from in the lead up to school starting again, as George explained in detail to you the night prior how they couldn't miss out on any day of the week when Diagon Alley was swarmed with kids.)
"You seem perkier than me," you grumbled, entering the unusually quiet store.
"I didn't get nearly as drunk as you," he reminded, walking towards the back room, "Anyway, I assume you're here for the job?"
You nodded, "That... and to see you."
He gave you a soft smile at that, "You're always welcome."
"You literally met me yesterday."
"What? Were you too drunk to remember what I said last night?"
You suppressed a smile, "No."
"Then you know. Call it divine intuition if you will but you're gonna be around for a while."
"I certainly don't plan on leaving," you replied, following him into the office area.
"Well, let's set you up for a job here then."
"It's really nice of you to do this."
He winked at you, "I don't do favours for free."
"What do you want in return?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Another date."
You grinned, "I think I could agree to those terms."
***
Not even a week later, you and Fred were walking down Diagon Alley, ready to go out for lunch for your second date. An hour ago, the sun had been shining brightly in the sky, warming your exposed skin. Now, the shimmery blues had been veiled by a thick layer of dark grey clouds, casting a shadow over the bustling street. You heard Fred, a normally cheerfully optimistic man (as you had quickly learned), let out a sigh.
"Looks like the forecast has taken a turn," just as he finished his sentence, droplets began cascading down from above, growing in intensity by the second.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly.
"Doesn't this bother you?"
You laughed harder, "No. I like it."
Fred smiled at you, "Really? A rainy date?"
You shrugged, "Don't threaten me with a good time."
"Well, okay, then."
He held out his hand to you, and you took it, letting him twirl you around before you both continued walking in the direction of the café he had in mind.
"Your smile is so pretty," he commented after some moments of delicate silence.
You couldn't help but beam at his words, "Really?"
He hummed, "I could look at it for the rest of my life."
In your chest, your heart was performing somersaults like a circus acrobat, and it was making you feel giddy. This was the most alive you had ever felt and you never wanted to let it go.
"Do it then," you replied, "Nothing's stopping you."
He stopped in his tracks, forcing you to halt as well since your hand remained interlocked with his.
"What?" you asked, looking back at him from your position one step forward.
"Can I?" he spoke with a soft gaze, the usual mischievous glint absent.
"Can you what?"
"Look at your smile forever?"
You shrugged limply, "If you can make me smile forever, sure."
"Can I say something crazy?"
"I would expect nothing less from you."
"I kinda want to marry you."
"Kinda?" you raised an eyebrow, feeling the swarm of butterflies spinning in your stomach but remaining calm and collected on the outside.
"I know we only met a week ago, but what would you say if I asked?"
"Guess you'll have to learn the hard way," you gave him a cheeky grin.
"Okay," he said, and it was only then you realised that the rain had caused the street to clear out of most people. Your eyes widened as he got down on one knee, still holding your hand. Suddenly, you could no longer feel your wet hair clinging to your face, nor your damp clothes sticking to your skin. Not because they had dried, but because all your focus was elsewhere.
You were pretty sure you had forgotten how to breathe.
"Y/N, in the short time I've known you, which is admittedly very short, I have had so much fun," he began, "And as I said right at the beginning, I have a feeling that you're gonna be around a while, it's why I even came over to talk to you the first time you entered my shop- I felt drawn to you. And, well, I'm known for my impulsive decisions, but they've all worked out so far, so, I have no reason not to act on this one too," he took a deep breath, "I don't have a ring right now, but will you marry me?"
You stood, stunned. You hadn't thought he would actually propose to you.
"Don't feel pressured to say yes," he quickly added, making you snap out of your daze.
You shook your head, "Yes- I'll marry you, Freddie."
The man's face lit up as he zoomed to his feet and picked you up, spinning you around as your lips touched each other's for the first time. You couldn't believe it: Fred Weasley was now your fiancé, when he was never even your boyfriend.
"Now, what say we go get some food to celebrate?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me."
***
THREE YEARS LATER.
***
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiator called out, "You may kiss the bride."
You watched from the crowd as Ron pressed his lips to Hermione's, joining the rest of the audience with the applauding.
"This is a lot grander than our wedding," Fred leaned down to whisper in your ear.
You laughed gently, "Ours was a much more last minute affair, Freddie."
"Mm, how long was our engagement again?"
"Three weeks," you reminded, "The courting only lasted a week too."
"What can I say? I'm a man who knows what I want."
You shook your head with a smile, picking up the applause again as Hermione and Ron began posing for photos from the photographer.
"Oh, they're calling us up now," Fred said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to the altar with him. All of the Weasley siblings and their partners were also en route to where the newly weds were.
As you took your position in the photograph with Fred's arm wrapped around you, he leaned down to whisper in your ear yet again.
"Can I just say, my love, you look absolutely gorgeous- as always."
Your bright smile was one of the most genuine in the photograph, as Hermione later commented, and in response to that Fred had immediately taken a copy for your own house.
"What?" he had said when you raised an eyebrow at him, "I told you, I want to stare at your smile forever."
You chuckled.
"And you said I can, provided I make you smile."
You hummed, recalling the conversation that led up to his impromptu proposal fondly.
"And correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm the one that made you smile in this photo."
Unable to argue with him, you gazed at the moving photograph of Fred turning his head away from your ear to smile at the camera. It hadn't quite captured the moment in which he complimented your looks, but it didn't need to, as you knew that you would never forget the context for the image.
Not when your smile really did shine so brightly in it.
Summary: Fred and y/n start dating, falling more in love with each other every day but that doesn’t mean the spreading rumours don’t affect her
Warnings: mean girls, reader feeling insecure, swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, and implied loss of virginity but nothing explicit, Lee stealing the show like the iconic king he is
A/n: 8.4k words, after a comment from @hopefulworld1, I decided to write a part two inspired their thoughts 💛 I also just hit 100 followers I can’t believe it! Thank you to everyone that follows me and has send support for my works it means so much to me, enjoy part 2 x
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Fred was an amazing boyfriend, he was everything you had ever imagined he would be and more. He was never afraid to express his adoration for you in public, holding your hand, giving you hugs, kissing your cheek, even sneaking off with you to the booth in the library for a quick make out session. Once you and he hadn’t had class together at all that day and he picked you up spinning you around when he passed by you in-between classes. As amazing as he was, there were drawbacks to being his girlfriend.
The girls from before never said anything mean to you directly, they didn’t have to, they had the cruel skill of being able to get into your head without the need to actually talk to you. They would stare you down, flirt with Fred in front of you, even wearing short skirts or unbuttoning their shirts top buttons in attempt to draw his attention. Of course, he paid them no mind, he was used to the attention he received. He was civil with them, trying to be nice and depending on the circumstance he flirted back as he did naturally with everyone.
The girls started to spread rumours, problem was the rumours did have some merit with Fred being a bit of a lady’s man, so it was easy for them to paint you as his latest conquest. Some saying the only reason you’ve lasted so long was because you hadn’t put out yet. Other rumours circulated about you holding him back, that you weren’t smart or pretty enough for him. Sure, you had always been an average student and until that point you hadn’t worried about that at all. Now they were comparing you to Hermione, how she was so much better since she was a hero and super smart, and that she was more than worthy for Ron. It hurt a lot, more than a lot, so much you started to revert back to your super shy self, the one before the war.
Sitting in class you barely did any work, your head swimming with intrusive thoughts. Fred looked over noticing for once he actually did more work than you. He looked up to see Lupin busy writing at his desk, he was finishing the grading on your reports from before Christmas and would be giving feedback later in the lesson. Fred moved his hand to your knee, you jump a little at the sudden contact making the boy smile to himself at your adorable reaction.
“You okay love” he whispers giving your leg a little squeeze
You open your mouth to speak before closing it again, nodding as you run your fingers through your hair “I’m just a little tried” you give him a little smile before trying to do at least a bit of work
“Why don’t we skip Charms and go to my dorm instead, you can have a little snooze while me and Georgie work on some ideas” he suggests after checking Lupin was still busy
After the war McGonagall gave the okay for students to be allowed in other common rooms, of course going to the dorms where against the rules but everyone still did it and the teachers turned a blind eye. You weren’t really one for skipping class but you were tired and if you were up in his dorm you didn’t have to deal with the Ravenclaw girls that sat next to you in that class.
“That sounds nice” his heart warms as he sees you crack a real smile
Fred wasn’t stupid he could see the rumours where effecting you, it hurt him to see you becoming a shell of your former self while you were out in public. In private you laughed and joked with George and the others, you had even gotten more comfortable around the trio and his sister after spending Christmas in the Gryffindor common room with them.
He loved you more than he thought himself capable of, after that day in the library when you officially became his, his feelings for you grew fast and boy oh boy did he fall hard. He adored the way you would listen to him go on and on about his and Georges latest product, giving him ideas on how to improve them, not only that but you helped him pull pranks now too. The cheeky look you gave him before you threw some dungbombs into some mean Gryffindors dorm was the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. When he told his brother about it he teased him, only he would realise such a thing during an arguably childish prank. Now he knew what his eldest brother meant when he said Fleur was the one, he was positive he was going to marry you one day.
The Easter break was coming up, usually he didn’t go home for it but his mother missed them at Christmas and apparently Charlie was bringing someone home so everyone was going to be there. He already sent a letter to his mother about asking if he could bring you and of course she said yes, he was sure she was already planning your wedding at this point. He was so excited for you to officially meet his family, sure you met them before but that was in the middle of a battle, this time you could meet them properly and as his girl.
Fred was planning on asking you later today but now he decided to wait you went to Hogsmeade with him on Saturday, since you told him you had to get Georges birthday gift after you snuck with George the previous weekend to get Fred’s because you wouldn’t see them on their actual birthday.
“Right” Lupin stretches as he stands up, the class moving their attention towards him as he flicks his wand distributing your graded papers “I will give you a few moments to either cheer or cry before I give each of you some feedback and announce your end of year assignment”
Lupin sighed in relief, most of the papers handed in were beefy, it was now he wished he’d put a page limit or something on it, it took far too long to mark some of them, especially because some of the longer ones where filled with complete dribble. Yours landed on the desk facing down, looking over you saw George high five Neville as well as Hermione and Ginny smiling triumphantly rubbing their O grade in Ron and Harrys face amd in the corner of your eye you spotted Draco give Astoria a kiss on the cheek.
“Ready” Fred draws your attention back to him
“Ready” you nod
Flipping the paper both of your eyes widen, you got an O, for you both it was rare so you couldn’t have been happier. Fred didn’t care he was in class, he gave you a huge hug almost lifting you out of your chair before he gave you a kiss. The kiss earned some whistles and cheers, Georges and Ginny’s being the loudest, meanwhile one pair containing the Ravenclaw that asked out Fred jaws clench at the scene
Remus chuckled shaking his head before interrupting “Mr Weasley, Miss Y/l/n please celebrate in a safe for work fashion”
Fred pulls away laughing himself as he says “Sorry Professor can’t help but kiss her when she’s sitting there all cute and smart” he grins as your eyes go wide burying your head in your hands as your face heats up
Soon the class and you calm down, Remus started going through the pairs giving feedback on what they did well and what could be improved, as well as some interesting things to note about each topic. He finally gets to you and Fred
“Finally, Fred and Y/n, you both did yours on patronus’ in particular corporeal patronus forms. I like that you added that this version is stronger as well as the meanings behind why they differ person to person. For those of you that have forgotten, your patronus, if you are talented enough to cast one, often reveals something about the person they may not have known about themselves. Oh and your patronus can change over time, it would have been useful if you added an example of that, but overall very well done and congrats to you both on casting yours again”
As he finishes the class starts whispering about you and Fred, one Hufflepuff putting up their hand to ask a question “Yes” Remus nods
“What animals were they?” they turn to you and Fred
“Mines is a magpie and my girls a robin” Fred answers proudly wrapping an arm around you, causing you to smile up at him
The Ravenclaw that was partnered with the girl from before puts up her hand, Remus nodding for her to speak “I thought if two people are truly in love they have the same patronus” her words cut right into you, your smile dropping and replaced with a nervous expression
Remus notices answering for you both “That is true but that often doesn’t happen for many years” he clears his throat “Anyway, before you go I shall tell you your final assignment of the year. It will take place the first lesson once you are back from Easter break so please confer with your partners before you leave if you intend on going home. You and your partner are to give a short presentation on your chosen project and you may use practical examples in your presentation, for example Neville and George you both could demonstrate a concealment charm. Right, if you have any questions just wait behind after class other than that you are free to go, have a nice break” He smiles dismissing you all
Packing up you feel the girl’s eyes on you, looking over you see her look you up and down as she walks up giving Fred’s arm a squeeze “Well done Freddie you’re so smart”
“Thanks, but it was a joint effort” he gently removes his arm from her grip
“I’ve always wanted to find out what my patronus is, perhaps you could give me some private lessons” you stand watching the exchange feeling uneasy, it was clear from her tone she was trying to be seductive and you’d be lying if you said hadn’t wished you could be as confident when attempting to flirt with him
Fred smiled politely but inside he felt disgusted at how desperate she was, annoyed she didn’t respect you “I’m sure if you ask Professor Lupin or read a book you can figure out, you are a Ravenclaw after all”
“Aww you calling me smart Freddie” she bats her eyelashes, leaning forward a bit as she gives your boyfriend a clear view down her shirt “Anyway, I’ll see you in charms” she winks walking off with her friend
Fred finally lets his smile drop turning back to you, his heart breaks a bit at your glossy eyes, seeing straight through your fake smile “Come on let’s head back to my dorm, I’ll ask Georgie if we can do our thing later”
“No, it’s okay…” you start but he puts his finger to your lips tutting at you
“We are going back to my dorm to cuddle and nap together…and maybe make out if you’re up for it, got it” he leans down, his smile laced with mischief
“Got it” you reply as he gives you a peck on the lips
The days leading up to the weekend went by quickly, everyone leaving on Sunday to head back for the holidays. You and Fred had already done the prep work for the presentation since you would be staying at Hogwarts, but what you didn’t know was Fred had gotten you both to do it all so the holidays could be spent doing nothing together, assuming you said yes to come home with him of course.
There was something serene about walking hand in hand with Fred through the quiet streets of Hogsmeade. You had already gone to a small shop to get Georges birthday gift, he had mentioned seeing a muggle with a funky jumper covered in little dog faces, saying he’d love one too if it was only a bit more wizardy. So, you got him a cute jumper with little owls on it, you were sure he’d like it especially after Fred gave his twin stamp of approval.
Suddenly Fred stopped walking, abruptly pulling you into one of the side alleys between the shops, trying his hardest not to chuckle at your little yelp. You look up at him baffled just blinking at him as he leans down capturing your lips. Your eyes widen before you sink into the kiss, your hands coming to rest on his chest as his do the same on your hips, pressing you into the wall behind you
Pulling apart you look up at him “Did you pull me in here for a kiss?” you loved how spontaneous he was, you never knew what to expect but you knew it would be sweet and romantic in Fred’s own special way
He smirks down at you “Mad?” leaning down again, noses brushing
“Nope” you bite your lip unable to hold back your smile as he leans in again
“Did you hear Hermione and Harry got invited to spend the holidays at the Weasleys and little y/n didn’t” you are pulled out of your perfect little bubble by the voice of some random student
Fred feels you tense, looking over as the couple of students pass by without noticing the two of you “Looks like they aren’t that serious, must be embarrassed to introduce her to his family” another says
“Knew she wouldn’t last long”
You start to tear up, you were going to miss Fred over the break and as much as you wanted to spend it with him you understood why he didn’t ask. Harry and Hermione even before they started dating Ron and Ginny had spent holidays there, plus with Charlie bringing someone home you knew he might be uncomfortable with some random person being there. Despite it all hearing those words still hurt, every little worry flooding your brain.
“Love” he looks down at you hearing you sniff a bit, tilting your head up he sees the small tears
“I’m sorry I know that’s not how you feel it just… it just…” the tears flow as your voice breaks
“...hurts” he finishes pulling you into a tight hug
Closing his eyes, he rests his chin on your head, this was the first time you had ever fully broken down if front of him. Usually he might see your eyes a bit misty and then he’s able to get a giggle from you, but this time it was too much and he felt guilty he didn’t ask you earlier to come home with him.
“I’m sorry” you mumble into his chest
“Hey look at me” he brings his hands to cup either side of your face making you look at him “You haven’t done anything wrong, if anything it’s my fault I should have asked you sooner”
You pout looking at him confused as you sniffle “Ask me what”
His lips press to a line he gives you a sad smile tucking some hair behind your ear “To come home with me over the break” he shakes his head “I was going to ask you when we went by Black Lake later but I guess that’s ruined” he lets out a breathy laugh
Your lips part “You were going to ask me to come meet your family?” your heart felt like it was going to explode
“Yeah” he smiles down at you “You want to come home with me and meet my beautifully chaotic family, or at least the rest of them if we haven’t already scared you off”
You nod, your tears turning into those of joy “Yes!” you jump up wrapping your arms around his neck, he reacts immediately, lifting you up and spinning you around, both of you starting to giggle and laugh
“I can’t believe your only bringing one tiny little case” Hermione shakes her head
“Godric I’m going home I have clothes there Mione’” Ron grumbles back while the rest of you giggle at their bickering
“You as weird as this sounds they make absolutely no sense yet perfect sense at the same time” George notes as the two continue to bicker oblivious to you all behind them as you head towards the station
“I have no idea how you put up with them for all these years” Ginny squeezes Harrys hand
“You get used it, kind of just becomes background noise after about the fifth year” Harry jokes squeezing her hand back
“Speaking of couples, you excited y/n?” Ginny asks
“Oh yeah you’ve never seen the burrow. It’s awesome!” Harry smiles brightly at you
“I’m kind of a nervous excited” you reply as Fred squeezes your hand
“They’re gonna love you darling, how could the not love my little puff” he kisses your forehead as you all get to the start of the platform
“How the hell did I end up the 7th wheel, I need to get me someone” George scoffs shaking his head
“I thought you were with Angelina” you tilt your head
“Oh yeah” Georges mouth and eyes widen as he realises you still think that was an impromptu date, he looks between Fred and you scratching the back of his head
“What” you look up at them, Harry and Ginny mouth ‘good luck’ behind you as they nip ahead to join Hermione and Ron
“That may or may not have been staged” Fred says hesitantly
“Why would you stage George getting a date?” you giggle nervously
“Because lover boy over here wanted an excuse to spend time with you alone” George punches his brothers arm playfully, just before he goes to leave he smirks “And for the record Ange is great but she’s with Alicia and I’ve had my eye on a certain commentator for a while now” he winks before jogging up to the others waiting for the train
You watch him jog off before turning up to your boyfriend who was blushing a bit, now you knew he was embarrassed he rarely blushed. You could tell he was trying to think of something to say, in your happiness you feel a rush of confidence “You are the cutest person in the entire universe” you pull his lips down to meet yours with his jacket, that seems to restore his own confidence, he loved it when you took initiative like this, moving to cup your cheek.
Your kiss is cut short by someone bumping into you “I’m so sorry!” a brunette girl apologises “I was too busy looking for someone”
“No worries” Fred replies as you both help to pick up her stuff as the person she was looking for jogs up
“Tori I’m so sorry Blaise just wouldn’t get his arse out of the…” Draco’s voice trails off as he sees you and Fred “…hi” he greets cautiously
“Malfoy” Fred’s voice is flat as he stands up, it was clear he hadn’t quite forgiven him but he was going to be civil
“Weasley”
You hand Astoria the last bit of fallen luggage before standing up yourself “Hi Draco” you smile shyly
“Y/n” he gives you a curt nod and smile back, your eyes widen slightly at his use of your first name
The blonde boy actually knew everyone’s names he had just always chosen to address people by their last, but since you were nice enough to actually use his first name he returned the favour. Draco picked up a couple of the bags to help Astoria as they leave.
“Have a nice break” the girl smiles while the boy just gives an awkward nod
“You too” you and Fred reply as you watch them walk towards the train that had just began to pull up
“They make a nice couple don’t you think?” you look up at Fred
He purses his lips as he attempts to think of sometime nice to say about Draco of all people but ultimately fails “Yeah…maybe she’ll make him less of a dick”
You burst out in giggles “Freddie”
“Oh come on its true and you know it” Fred picks up your own luggage “Come on Mione will be here to kick our arses onto that train if we don’t get going”
You cough a bit as you enter the burrow via the floo network, you were last to floo through, everyone else could be heard in the next room. Looking around you smile at the self-knitting needles, the mismatched couches and the overall homeliness of it all. It reminded you so much of your old house, it felt so lived in you could just feel the love radiating off the walls.
Fred puts down your luggage, he looks to see your reaction to the burrow, a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he watches you smile, the look of awe on your face “What do you think?”
“I love it” you answer excitedly
He gives you a kiss on the side of the head before taking your hand “Ready to meet my mum”
“As I’ll ever be” he chuckles squeezing your hand as he leads you towards where everyone else is reuniting.
Walking in you see the whole Weasley clan is already there. Bill and Fleur notice your presence first since everyone else is too busy meeting Charlies partner. Both smiling brightly at you as they walk up, the couple hugging Fred before turning to you
“And this is?” Bill looks towards his brother, raising his eyebrows
“This is y/n” he snakes his arm around your waist “My girlfriend”
They could feel the pride exuding from him as he says it, seeing you in the flesh it was clear to Bill how much his little brother adored you. The eldest Weasley son had always wondered what kind of girl would be the one to finally tame him, much like Ron and Hermione you were opposites, one loud and outgoing the other quiet and shy, the perfect combination.
The couple smile “Nice to meet you” Bill nods
“I remember you from the ball, your dress was so beautiful as were you” Fleur compliments causing you to blush a bit
“Thank you” you squeak out, sure she was only half vela but now you knew how Ron must have felt, she was gorgeous
Bill chuckles, he was more than used to this reaction the same had happened with Tonks as well, although it was even worse for you since you were much shyer than her. Fred just raised an eyebrow at the interaction, thank merlin Fleurs taken or I’d be in trouble, he joked to himself
“Fred!” Molly interrupts pulling you out of your slight bi panic on Fleur
“Hey mum” Fred returns his mother’s hug
Bill gives you a reassuring smile as he and Fleur move to go talk to the others. As she pulls away her face lights up as she looks you up and down, she remembered overhearing her son talk about you at the battle and since he when back to Hogwarts mentions of you have only increased in his letters home
“Hello dear” she pulls you into a hug
You didn’t even care if she was suffocating you, the hug was filled with the kind of paternal affection you missed more than anything. Eventually she does pull away as Fred says something about crushing you.
“It’s so nice to officially meet you, welcome to the family” she pinches your cheeks leading you to meet the rest of the Weasleys, you look behind to see Fred smiling as he follows you both
You were introduced to Arthur first who was thrilled to have another person he could ask about all thing’s muggle related, after exhausting Hermione over the last few years. Then you were introduced to Charlie and his partner, who then told you some of the coolest stories you had very heard, his partner had even better ones, wowing everyone with a story about how they rode a dragon when they were just 14. Finally, you met Percy who was way more relaxed than he used to be when you saw him at Hogwarts, much to the families delight.
Once you had eaten dinner, Molly and Arthur went to bed, followed by Bill and Fleur about an hour later, with Charlie, his partner and Percy turning in not long after them. The 7 of you sat up for a while exchanging and reminiscing about different things before everyone decided to head to bed. You and Fred were last to head up as you needed to get a glass of water, but in reality, you were just trying to delay going up.
You and Fred had napped together before but you had never slept overnight. Being in different houses it was risky; the professors being only so lenient about it. It didn’t help that George had teased you both about not getting up to anything while he’s sleeping when he headed up to his and Fred old bedroom.
“Mind pouring me one too” you turn at Fred’s voice behind you
Instead of pouring him one you just hand him the rest of yours, he grins taking it from you leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek before gulping it down. He places the glass in the sink, looking back at you “Ready for bed” he holds out his hand
Meeting his eyes, you instantly feel relaxed, you were still nervous but you knew everything would be okay as long as you were with him. Nodding you take his hand letting him lead you upstairs. Entering the bedroom, you find George already sound asleep, soft snores coming from his side of the room. Fred pulls off his shirt, casually throwing it onto a chair before going into a drawer and pulling out a pyjama top. He turns around to see you staring at his chest, lips ever so slightly upturned. As he puts on the top you snap out of your daze, embarrassment flooding your face as you realise he caught you not so subtly admiring him.
He smiles at your cute expression before looking over at your packed case, deciding to go back in and pull another one of his shirts handing it to you “Here, save you unpacking tonight”
You nod taking it from him, smiling down at it while he turns around giving you privacy. You undress leaving yourself in just your underwear, slipping on his shirt its huge, even on Fred you were sure it would be too big. The shirt fell to your mid-thigh, you lift up the front giving it a sniff, sighing as you breath in Fred’s scent.
You walk up tapping his shoulder, he turns around giving you a smile before it drops making you tilt your head. It was then you saw his eyes trailing up and down your body in particular your exposed legs. He sees you shift from one foot to the other snapping him out of his own admiring, quickly whispering an apology
“It’s okay, I’m going to get into bed” you lean up giving him a kiss before walking around lifting up the covers
Fred gulps as the top rides up a bit, tearing his eyes away as he goes to slip into pyjama bottoms while your fixing the covers. As you settle into bed he joins you, laying on his back you shuffle closer. He grins as you snuggle into his side before wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace.
Looking up at him through your eyelashes you smile “Goodnight Freddie” leaning up you kiss him, he holds you as you try to pull back extending the kiss, giving you a few extra pecks before eventually letting you go.
As you return to your original position you feel him kiss you head “Goodnight my little puff”
“Freddie” you poke your boyfriends face kneeling on the bed next to him but he remained asleep
You look over to see George still completely out as well, pouting you have an idea. Jumping up you walk down into the kitchen, Bill and Charlie raise an eyebrow as you go to fill two pots with water, Percy walking back into the room smirking, having a good idea as to what you are up to. You pick up the pots heading out of the kitchen ignoring the smirks from the older boys, you freeze as Molly walks in. The older women looks at the two pots then back at you before smiling, nodding her head for you to take them upstairs.
As you re-enter the bedroom the boys are still asleep, you set the pots down grabbing a regular pen from your bag proceeding to draw some funny faces on your boyfriend and George. Giving George ‘Harry’ style glasses and Fred a little curly moustache as well as a little kiss when you finish. Grabbing your wand, you lift the two pots over the boy’s heads
“Sorry Freddie” you whisper to yourself as you tip the water on them.
“Holy mother of Godric!” George snaps up mouth wide open at the freezing cold water
“Merlin!” your boyfriend exclaims with a similar expression
The two look up to hear you unable to hold your giggles, Fred’s face instantly relaxes shaking his head as he chuckles. Looking over at George his laughter increases, this brother doing the same as he sees Fred’s face.
“Nice tash” Fred tilts his head looking in the mirror then to you with a ‘I’m going to get you back for that’ look
“Nice glasses” Georges laughter stops, jumping up he looks in the mirror “And I thought you were going to be a good influence” he shakes his head at you
You barley register any of that as you’re dying of laughter, once you finally compose yourself you speak grinning like a madman “Happy Birthday!”
“Thanks y/n” George chuckles a bit as he gives you a hug “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to wash this off because Harry will get jealous I pull this off better than him” he walks out and you turn back to Fred
Walking up to him you don’t care that’s he’s drenched, you sit on the bed leaning up to give him a kiss “Happy Birthday Freddie”
I’m so in love with her, Fred thinks as he grabs your face to kiss you again “Thank you darling”
The twin’s birthday was spending in the burrow with family, George loved your gift even wearing it the rest of the day. Fred loved his gifts too, you got him a little photobook filled with photos of you both and after going to the weirdest shop in Hogsmeade you got a little charmed ornament that held Fred’s patronus, well actually it was Georges but they had the same one.
Later in the day, Fred took George out to play quidditch with the others but little did the younger twin know the whole thing was actually a distraction. Fred knew George and Lee loved each other, both were just too scared to say it. He knew George was planning on confessing when Lee got back from touring but Fred thought his brother deserved a much more epic confession. You had helped him plan it all week, so now Hermione, Ginny and yourself were all sat in the kitchen watching them play outside as you waited for Lee to arrive via the floo network
“How’s your stay been so far y/n, I hope we haven’t scared you off yet” Ginny winks at you
You giggle “It’s been amazing and you all are wonderful, I’m just happy I get to be a part of it”
The girls smile at you, Ginny giving you a small side hug “Well I can’t wait to call you both my sisters officially one day” the red-haired girl giggles as you and Hermione blush a bit
The three of your eyes are drawn towards the window as Fred catches a quaffle right outside, shouting ‘sorry that was Bills fault’. Hermione and Ginny don’t fail to notice the beam on your face as Fred winks at you before he flies off
“You and Freddie have been getting close over the last few days” Hermione raises her eyebrow “Have you two ya know…”
“Shagged” Ginny blurts out making you blush and Hermione nudge her
“I was trying to be subtle, merlin Gin” she looks back at you “But…have you?” she muses
You stare between the two of them, sure you and Fred had definitely had the opportunity having his dorm to yourselves a couple times but you had never gone further than making out. You knew Fred was experienced while you? Not so much but you knew you loved him and you were ready to take the next step
You shake your head “We’ve made out and things, I think I’m ready but I’m just a bit anxious” you laugh nervously
“I was nervous the as well with Ron” Hermione confesses “Especially since I wasn’t his first” she pouts a bit
“Me too with Harry even if I had already been with Dean” Ginny admits “It’s natural to be a bit scared” she squeezes your hand “Fred loves you, like he love loves you, his eyes shine brighter when he looks at you than when he first saw the shop all finished”
You smile “I know he loves me, we haven’t said it yet but I know he does and I love him” they smile “Its more the things outside our relationship that makes me worried”
“Like those bitches in Ravenclaw” Ginny’s jaw clenches, she knew all about them even almost tried to kill one of them during a quidditch match
“I know I shouldn’t let those rumours they spread get to me, I know they’re false but its more the fact they flirt with Freddie right in front of me like I don’t even exist. I just watch as they fawn all over him, I mean Freddie must think I’m pathetic standing there” you sigh placing your head on the table
“You aren’t pathetic y/n and Fred certainly has never thought that” Hermione tries to console you
“I know this might not be the advice you want to hear but you need to put them in their place” Ginny says as she rubs your back
“What do you mean?” you look up at her
“Well I had a similar problem with girls coming up to Harry being the chosen one and everything, you just have to mark your territory a bit. Of course, I told them to get fucked and may or may not have threatened them to back off with my…” Ginny is cut off
“Ginny!” Hermione looks at her friend appalled “You didn’t?”
“What, one of them tried to slip him a love potion, you would have done the same” Ginny defends herself as you giggle a little “Anyway what I’m saying is next time they come up to Fred stand your ground a little bit”
“And maybe don’t threaten them like Gin” Hermione adds getting a little glare from Ginny
“You think that would work?” they nod “I don’t know if I have it in me” you frown
“You do, trust me theirs a little fire in there” Ginny points to your stomach “every woman has it”
“She’s right, I didn’t think I had it in me either until I told…” Hermione stops herself “…we shouldn’t speak ill of the umm” she swallows hard as Ginny cringes
You knit your eyebrows together “You both know Lavender is alive right?” you look between them
The girl’s eyes widen “Wait, really?” Ginny asks
“Yeah, I mean she didn’t come back because she was turned into a werewolf but yeah she’s alive” you clarify
“How do you know?” Hermione inquires
“Jess sent me a letter saying she was one of her first customers since she sells wolfbane potion on discount” you explain
“Oh” Hermione nods head tilted
“Okay then, you show those bitches he’s yours just like Hermione handed Lavender’s arse to hers” Ginny perks up patting Hermione’s back as she goes a bit red
“Amen sister” you all jump at Lees voice behind you
“Bloody hell” Hermione sheiks before cringing “Crap I’m turning into Ron”
You, Ginny and Lee laugh at her as she buries her head in her hands giggling before you turn to greet the boy “Hey Lee”
“Hey y/n, looks like we both bagged ourselves a twin each huh” he smirks at you as you giggle “Speaking of Gin do you have it set up?”
After double checking everything you and the girls huddle by the window as you watch for Georges reaction as Lee starts commentating on the ‘match’
“Oh, looks like Georgie boy has the ball, he’s weaving through the other chasers before stopping and staring at his very handsome, very successful friend that loves him very much, way more than a friend so he’s decided to surprise him and pronounce his love for his ginger on his 21st birthday…” you all giggle at the commentating, smiling as Georges face light up “…and now he’s flying down, he touches the ground discarding the quaffle and broom, walking up to... mhm” Lee is cut off by George kissing him, the rest of the family cheering as they touch down on the ground behind
Fred looks over to see you, Hermione and Ginny cheering through the window. You catch his eye watching as he smiles brightly mouthing ‘thank you’
“Hey love” Fred greets you as he walks into the bedroom
“Hey Freddie” you smile up at him “Where’s Georgie and Lee?”
“Lee booked a room in a hotel for a couple of nights so he and Georgie are staying there tonight” he gives you a knowing look
“Oh” you giggle catching on “So we have the room to ourselves?”
“Yup, a night of peace and quiet” Fred jokes as he goes to get his pjs out
You grip his jumper stopping him, making him turn to look at you. He looks at you confused as you lead him towards the bed sitting him down, before climbing onto his lap.
He smirks “I see what you’re doing little puff” he nuzzles his nose with yours as he moves his hand up to your cheek capturing his lips with yours “Happy Birthday to me” he mumbles against your lips as you giggle a little
Soon his hands move down to your waist as the kiss heats up, yours moving to the back of his neck. As Fred slips his tongue into your mouth your hands glide down to lift the hem of his shirt. Fred eyebrows knit together as he pulls back taking your hands in his stopping you
“I’m sorry” you apologise feeling a bit embarrassed
Fred shakes his head “Oh no, don’t be sorry love” he cups your cheeks “Just because we have the room to yourselves and it’s my birthday doesn’t mean you need to feel like we have to go further than your comf…”
You cut him off moving your own hands up to grip his wrists “I want to” you smile bringing his hand up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss on the palm
Fred looks into your eyes to make sure you want this as much as he does, looking for any sign of worry but he only finds love in them. He smiles moving into kiss you again, letting you take off his shirt this time.
You feel yourself being pulled aside as you walk towards the Great Hall for breakfast, looking up you see your boyfriend
“Freddie where are we going?” you ask as he leads you down an empty corridor
“Patience little puff” he says, looking around before tugging you into a small enclave
“Oh, that’s where we’re going” you grin up at him
“Actually, I pulled you in here for something else” your grin drops but quickly returns “But while we are here” he places his bag on the ground next to you and picks you up, holding you against the wall as you wrap your legs and arms around him
“Freddie” you giggle as he places kisses all over your face
“What? Do you want me to stop love?”
You shake your head “Never” he moves in to properly kiss you
After his birthday you and Fred only grew closer, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you were the same with him. Your PDA definitely increased, whenever you were together he always had his arm around you and in class he would either hold your hand under the desk or have his hand on your thigh. You were still nervous but after your talks with Ginny and Hermione and Molly absolutely adoring you, you felt more confident.
The Ravenclaw girls and a lot of others had noticed the increase in you and Fred affections, the girls were furious on the first day back when they spotted a hickey on Fred’s neck. Although they quickly clapped back, spreading the rumour that you and Fred had finally did it and he would use you up and throw you away any day now.
Fred pulls back, gently setting you down as you wobble a little straightening out your uniform. As you fix your skirt you remember Fred actually had something to tell you before your impromptu make out session “Freddie?”
“Yeah love?” he smiles down at you
“What did you want to tell me?” you bite your lip
“Oh” his eyes light up in recognition “We don’t have any classes together until Dark arts and I want to make sure you were alright for the presentation” he pushes some of your hair back
Your heart flutters “I’m okay a bit nervous but…” you take his and in yours “…as long as you’re with me I know it’ll all be okay”
He smiles down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead “Right you better get to breakfast”
“Are you not coming?” you ask as you exit the little enclave
“Me and Georgie have a little something we need to do” he flashes you a toothy grin
You start giggling at him before your attention is pulled to some people approaching. Looking over, you and Fred sigh as you see the girl who just can’t take no for an answer walk right up to you both, well, walk right up to Fred with her little posse behind her.
“Hiya Freddie” she smirks at him, it falters a little as she sees your clothes are a bit rugged but she recovers “I just wanted to wish you luck with your presentation today” she bites her lip
You roll your eyes, although you did realise Ginny was right, you could feel a small ember in you as you watched her tragic display.
Fred nods giving a fake smile “Thanks, good luck to you as well”
“Aww thank you” she glances at you as she goes to rub Fred’s arm but stops at a voice booming down the corridor
“Fred!” George shouts down the corridor “Get your arse over here!” he gestures
“Oh shit” Fred looks at you “Sorry love, I’ll see you later okay?” you nod as he kisses your cheek quickly running off following his brother down the hall
You chuckle a little as you watch him run off before turning back to the girl who lets her true colours show, all of her friends giving you death glares behind her.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Hufflepuff” she steps towards you making you step back “Showing up out of nowhere and bewitching our Freddie like that, what, you use one of their little potions on him or something?”
“No” you answer meekly
“You sure? Because Freddie’s been around a bit” you grimace slightly “He’s handsome, tall, popular, not to mention he’s now a war hero and rich with that little shop of his. As for you…” she looks you up and down “…you’re a pathetic little Hufflepuff with no friends, sitting alone at the table every morning with your little book, just face it to him you’re nothing more than a pity fuck” she makes a teasing expression as her friends laugh behind her
“What can the little Hufflepuff not talk back?” one of her little followers’ mocks, the boy giving a pouty expression
“You think your special?” she scoffs “I bet he hasn’t even told you he loves you, hell, your patronus’ weren’t even the same. Just face it y/n, you’ll never be his, eventually he’ll realise he should be with me” she crosses her arms smiling smugly along with her friends behind her
In that moment you felt something snap, maybe this was what the girls were talking about, you felt that fire ignite. Little did you or those girls realise Fred had heard the latter end of the conversation as he came back to get the bag he forgot when he ran off with George. He was about to step in when you finally stand up to them
“Listen missy, I’m tired of you and your desperate pleas for my boyfriend’s attention, its embarrassing watching you throw yourself at him. I mean do you have any respect for yourself?” her eyes widen, as do the other girls as you point at her “I’m not going anywhere so you better back off because I’m his and he’s mine” Fred admires you as you speak, heart welling as you calling him yours.
He steps forward “Well said darling” he announces his presence causing the girls head to whip towards him looking mortified, similar expressions on her friends faces as well
“Freddie…I” the girl whines as she falters trying to find something to say
“You heard my girl, back off” he smirks as he comes up wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a little shake
The girls run off quickly, as you start breathing heavy “Did I really just do that” you look up at him in disbelief, putting a hand over your mouth letting out a small laugh
Fred smiles “Yup and it was badass love” he moves placing his hands on your shoulders rubbing up and down “You have no idea how proud I am” he kisses your forehead
“You are?”
“Yeah” he nods leaning down to your ear “Not to mention how hot you are when you’re all fired up like that” you giggle as he tugs you closer to him
“Want to skip our first classes?” you bite your lip
“Hell yeah” you giggle as he takes your hand leading you back to his dorm
“Well done Mr Malfoy, Miss Greengrass, excellent presentation” Remus compliments, smiling as they sit back down Draco gives Astoria’s hand a small squeeze under the desk
“Alright finally Mr Weasley, Miss Y/l/n” he invites you and Fred up to the front of the class “Just begin when you are ready”
“Hello everyone” Fred’s greet the class “Our presentation is on patronus’, in particularly corporeal patronus forms. These are more powerful that non-corporeal form but they are much hardest to cast, my little sister and future brother in law…” he winks at Harry who goes red as Ginny giggles “…have two of the most powerful ones I’ve ever seen”
He looks to you to continue, you take a breath before speaking “These forms are unique to each person and are produced using a powerful memory, most often being a happy one, but any positive memory, like love is a very powerful emotion that can be used when attempting to produce one. These can change overtime, for example Professor Lupins wife’ patronus changed from a rabbit to a wolf as she fell in love with him” you smile at Remus who returns it
Fred takes it from there “Patronus’ can take on the form of any living creature, most common being regular animals like dogs, cats etc. but there are some that take the form of magical creatures, like Professor Dumbledore had a Phoenix and a man called Andros the Invincible supposedly had one in the form of a Giant…but…” you and Fred pull your wands out “…why tell you all about these when we could show you?”
“Ready love” he whispers giving your hand a squeeze
“Ready”
You give each other one last smile as you both say the words Expecto Patronum, the class sits in awe as light floods from the ends of both of your wands. The light beginning to take its forms, the class lets out a ‘ooo’ in unison while you and Fred look at each other smiling before your attention is pulled by another student
“Hey their patronus’ are the same!”
Fred and you look over to see Fred patronus is no longer a magpie but a robin like yours. You both look back at each other as your patronus’ dance around the classroom. In that moment you knew of certainty he loved you as much you love him and it was now your turn to not care if you were in class. You grab him by the collar of the shirt and pull him down to your lips, kissing him with everything you had, to which he more than happily returns, even dipping you down for extra flourish.
The class looks up at the two of you as the patronus’ dissipate, erupting in cheers, even Draco, Pansy and Blaise smiling and clapping at the scene.
“That’s my future sister in law” George cheers
“Get some y/n!” Ginny shouts
As you both pull back you speak “I love you” looking up into his eyes as your still dipped down in his arms
He smiles at you “I love you more” he captures your lips again
Remus shakes his head chuckling at the scene, overjoyed for you both, but he does give a little cough to let you both know you are still in a room. You and Fred pull back as he helps you to stand up properly, you’re like a little like jelly from the kiss. Your legs start to feel even more wobbly as get fluttered realising you actually just did that in a room full of people, while Fred just slithers his arm around your waist giving you a kiss on the fore head before stepping forward
“I hope you enjoyed our presentation, I know I did, we didn’t even know about the plot twist finale” he jokes as the class giggles, pulling you over to him you giggle as you both bow to the class“Thanks for listening”
Remus pulled the small jumper emblazoned with T over Teddy’s head. He could feel rather than see Dora’s presence in the doorway. “Better get your fill of him now,” she said, “I don’t think Molly will give him back until it’s time to floo home.”
Remus chuckled. “Well, I think we’ll manage, so long as she does give him back.”
Dora stood in the doorway with a bright pink jumper with a gray N on it. “If not, Mum will be at her door.”
Remus’s jumper was an olive green complimented with a tawny R.“You’re sure your mother doesn’t want to join us?”
Dora shook her head. “No, she said she’d pass.”
Remus nodded. “Are you ready?”
“I suppose,” she said, but Remus knew she was excited to see them all.
“Have you got the gift?” She showed it stowed under her arm. He followed her to the floo, Teddy tucked firmly into his side. As they stepped out into the Burrow’s living room, Remus brushed the ash off of himself and Teddy. The room was full of redheads and their friends, all wearing matching red jumpers adorned with yellow initials.
“Remus, Tonks!” came a familiar cry. Harry abandoned Ron to come greet them. “How has my Godson been?” he cooed as Remus passed Teddy off.
“Teething, so if he wails the whole time you hold him, don’t take it personally,” Dora laughed.
“He’d never!” Harry said as Teddy’s hair flashed black before returning to orange.
“How are classes going?”
Harry grinned up at him. “Just fine, professor.” Remus nodded with a smile as Harry made his way back to Ron and Ginny, showing Teddy off as if they hadn’t just seen them all at Hermione’s birthday.
“Lupin,” Bill greeted with a handshake and a firm clap on his back.
“Bill, good to see you, how have you and Fluer been?”
“Oh, can’t complain too much. Glad you brought the little guy, might keep Mum off of us for a night,” he said with a chuckle.
Remus laughed. “Might make it worse.”
“Impossible,” Fluer cooed from Bill’s side. Her jumper, unlike her husband’s, was a deep blue with a silver almost white F emblazoned on it.
Remus excused himself as he tailed Dora to the kitchen. He found her standing at the stove, watching Molly intently. “Happy birthday, Molly,” he greeted as they joined them.
“Thank you, dear,” she said almost as an afterthought.
“You’re sure I can’t help?” Tonks asked.
“Absolutely positive, dear,” Molly said with a glance at his wife. She had many talents, but none of them involved a kitchen.
Remus came to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “And where is little Teddy?” Molly asked him when she saw him.
“I’m afraid Harry beat you to him.”
Dora nodded. “We were barely out the floo when he snatched him up.”
“Better be careful,” Arthur commented from his place at the table, “the poor boy may ever learn to walk if these two keep it up.”
Suddenly, the twins came bounding downstairs. “Oi,” George – at least, he assumed it was George, since there was aG on his jumper, but you couldn’t ever be sure – said, “good to see you, Professor and Mrs. Professor.”
“Lovely,” Fred – or so he thought – said as they hurried past.
“And just what do you think they’re up to?” Dora asked him.
“Their best behavior,” Arthur said in a stern voice.
Remus laughed, knowing that simply wouldn’t be the case; it wouldn’t have been for him and James. Dora felt the same, he could tell by the twinkle in her eyes as she smiled up at him. “Think you’ll join in?”
He shook his head. “I’ve been reformed.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“I solemnly swear,” Remus said with a wide grin.
Dora laughed as they headed back to greet the rest of the party guests. She squeezed him close as they said their hellos as if showing him off to the crowd. Or maybe he was showing her off.
Fred and George caught his eye, flashing quick grins before heading back upstairs. Whatever they were up to, Remus hoped it would be easily reversed. Although, a prank gone wrong would certainly make for a good excuse to kip home. He was endlessly grateful for Molly and Arthur, and the sense of having a family again was a luxury Remus had never thought he’d receive, but the parties did have a tendency to tip towards overwhelming with the flurry of faces and good wishes. Sometimes, it made him long for cozy evenings on the couch with Dora. Still, there was a certain warmth in his chest that was undeniable as he greeted the rest of the Weasley family and their friends.
Summary: You NEVER interrupt someone when they are reading a book.
Warning: Just two people disgustingly in love. And Fred's poorly mentioning Pablo Neruda's love poem 14.
“I’ve been thinking”, said George, “We should sell the whizbangs as a bundle instead of individually you know because...” “Mmmhmmm”, Fred interrupted absentmindedly, “Yup”.
George took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Fred had been quiet, thoughtful and moody the past couple of days and George was tired of it. “So listen,” George said clearing his throat, “I’ve been thinking about dying my hair blue, that outta help the customers tell us part.” “Sure. Wait what?!” Fred furrowed his brows at his brother. “Aaah!!” George said pointing an accusatory finger at Fred, “So you only listen when you want to.” Fred, huffed and mumbled a string of curse words at George. “You know if I’d heard anything you just said I’d be offended but I didn’t so I’m not,” George said with a triumphant smile. Fred rolled his eyes giving him a small smile. “You’ve been in a foul mood since Sunday night. It is now Wednesday mate and frankly you are starting to get a bit annoying.” Fred glared at his brother but George ignored him and continued. “Out with it, what’s troubling you?” “It’s Hermione mate,” Fred sighed. George snickered as he wiggled his brows, “Trouble in paradise Freddie?”
“I asked her out about a week ago,” Fred sighed, rubbing his hands on his face. “And?” George said impatiently. “Well when I tried to finalize plans for our date last Sunday after dinner at the burrow, she looked at me annoyed and sighed ‘What about Friday?’ ”George looked at him, fighting a smile, “Is that what you were doing while she was reading under the tree?” “Yeah,” said Fred, hurt and confusion on his face.
George was soon howling with laughter which made Fred scowl. “You are telling me that,” George choked through his laughs, “YOU asked Hermione Bookworm Granger a question while she was reading?” “Yes,” Fred said with uncertainty. George laughed harder, making himself fall off the desk he was sitting on.
Fred laughed in annoyance,”I don’t find this funny at all Georgie, '' he said, hoping his brother's childhood nickname would make him stop, “I think she's mad at me.” “Okay, okay. Look here you idiot,” George said, pushing himself off the ground, “I’ve got a few things to say, ONE!” he shouted, “Hermione is not mad at you. She, for some unknown reason, loves you just as much as you love her.” Fred looked at his brother with worry on his face, “I don’t know.” “AND!!” George shouted ignoring his brother, “Everyone, in both Wizarding and Muggle worlds, knows you don’t interrupt a bookworm when they are reading.”
“Is that really a thing?” Fred asked unsure. George rolled his eyes and ignored him, “TWO!!” he said loudly as he grabbing a roll of parchment form his desk, “You don’t, *whack* talk *whack* to a bookworm *whack whack* when they are *whack whack whack* nose deep in a *whack whack whack* book. *whack whack whack whack* “Ouch,” Fred snapped, “Okay, I get it.” “THREE!!” George shouted as he whacked Fred with the roll of parchment again. “Ouch! Quit it!” Fred yelped, “Or Merlin help me I will hex you.”
“Three,” said George softly, “When was the last time you talked to Granger Fred?” “Uh, not since Sunday,” Fred said quietly. “Exactly, you won’t know what she was thinking Sunday if you don’t talk to her. It’s called communication Freddie, it’s an important part in every relationship. Now stop being a baby and owl the woman. Remind her of your date and then actually talk to the woman, in person. Sort this out” George said matter of factly.
Fred shot out of his chair suddenly, “George you’re a genius!” Fred said, putting his hands on the side of his brother's head and bringing him close to give his forehead a loud noisy kiss.” “Oh God,” George wiped his forehead. An annoyed look on his face, “I better be the godfather to your first born.”
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(The Burrow)
“I feel so bad Gin,” Hermione groaned as she covered her face with the book she’d been trying to read. “Why?,” Ginny said absentmindedly as she sat on the floor. Her back was against her bed as she tossed a quaffle against the wall.
“Well I’d completely forgotten I had a date with Fred this Friday. And at Sunday dinner, when he reminded me about our date I’d completely forgotten about it,” Hermione gasped, “I think he’s mad at me.” Ginny snorted and both girls burst into giggles. “Ginny it’s not funny,” Hermione’s giggles had turned into a desperate whine. “I was in the middle of my book,” she said, “He caught me off guard! I never forget things. It was a really good book.” Ginny laughed harder, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“Ginny!,” groaned Hermione. “He’ll be fine. I ignore Fred and George all the time and they still talk to me,” she said dismissively. “Listen, don’t worry,” Ginny said, “You. Are. Good.” “Ginny his face,” Hermione said holding back a sob, “you should have seen Fred’s face.” Hermione grabbed her chest with a pained expression, “He looked so embarrassed and hurt. Probably thought I didn’t love him anymore.” She turned to Ginny, worry etched on her face.
“Again, I ignore them all the time,” Ginny said nonchalantly. “Yeah but you’re their sister Gin.” Hermione said, covering her face again.
“Look it’s gonna be fine, 100% sure he’s not mad or hurt by this. I am sure the idiot realized he was interrupting you as you read your book,” Ginny finished with a shrug. “Listen, it’s just Fred, he's not mad or upset with you. I’m sure of it. But if it makes you feel better just make it up to him.” “Make it up to him how?,” Hermione asked. “Well,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “You could always kiss him. That shuts him up.”
Hermione was about to shush Ginny when she interrupted my obnoxious hooting. “Is that...does Apollo have a howler attached to him?,” Hermione said as she looked at the tawny owl in confusion. “I believe he does,” Ginny said looking curiously at Hermione, “It’s probably a mistake,” she said walking closer to Apollo.
“Oooh,” Ginny covered her mouth with her hands as fought the urge to laugh. “What is it?” Hermione asked. “Hermione it’s for you.” “ME?!,” Hermione squealed loudly. “Yup!,” Ginny giggled . “Don’t laugh,” Hermione chuckled nervously. Ginny giggled, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I wonder who it’s from,” Hermione shrugged. Ginny smiled, “Well, it’s starting to smoke so I guess we will soon find out.”
Hermione took a deep breath and nervously opened the shaking red letter.
“GRANGER!'' Fred's voice filled the room. “WAIT GEORGE SHOULD I USE HER FULL NAME!?” "YES STUPID!!,” George bellowed back, “IT MAKES IT MORE ROMANTIC!.” “OH YOU’RE A GENIUS!,” Fred shouted back. “HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! I AM VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR DATE THIS FRIDAY!! I WILL BRING YOU HAPPY FLOWERS FROM THE MOUNTAINS, BLUEBELLS, DARK HAZELS, AND RUSTIC BASKETS OF KISSES AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN POSSIBLY FIND TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE AN INCREDIBLE TIME FRIDAY NIGHT. I AM GOING TO STOP NOW BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING ANYMORE OR WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT I KNOW YOU LOVE THAT NERUDA BLOKE AND I THOUGHT THAT BIT FROM ONE OF HIS POEMS FLOWED NICELY IN THIS LETTER. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU GRANGER. ALWAYS. MMMMUUAAAHH!
The letter tore itself up leaving behind a deafening silence.
“What the bloody hell was that?!” Ginny whispered mystified. Her voice sounded loud in the still quiet room. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter. “That was Fred!,” Hermione said, wiping tears from her eyes. Ginny smiled as she rolled her eyes. “Still having doubts as to whether or not Fred is mad at you?”, she asked with one raised eyebrow. “No,” Hermione sighed, smiling dreamily out the window, “No doubts at all.”
A/N: It’s my birthday so I didn’t proofread this!! I’m sorry!!
Once again, Fred had a date. He woke up that morning and remembered every bit of what he had said, and stood by his words. He told Y/N he still wanted to see the ring on the table when he got home. He wanted her to think about it for at least 24 full hours before she made a decision.
Y/N and Fred had narrowly missed each other that morning. He was off running errands for the day and she had only just woken up. He was home for lunch and she was out with Hermione. Y/N felt her heart sink, feeling guilty for wanting to see him. Why guilt, though? She didn’t feel like she had a valid reason to feel guilty. After she got home from lunch Fred had already left for his date, so she fell asleep on the couch in the living room, figuring it was a good way to pass the time until she saw her new best friend again.
“Why was this on the kitchen table?” George asked, waking Y/N up out of her sweet, dreamless sleep on the couch. He was holding the ring.
“I can’t sleep with jewelry on.” She shrugged, getting up and going to grab the ring. He held it up higher. She almost laughed until she saw the look on his face.
“I’m serious.” She sighed heavily at this.
“I know, George.”
“You know what?” The audacity that men have.
“I know you’re sleeping with her again.”
“W-what?” He almost dropped the ring.
“I just don’t get it, George.”
“I w-wouldn’t do that again.”
“Except you are.”
“Why are you accusing me right now?”
“Because I’m not dumb! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean I’m dumb! I’m not naive. The first time, sure. This time, no! It’s the same as last time, but you thought I’d stay with you just because you proposed this time! Maybe I won’t, did you think about that? What if you get her pregnant? Did you just expect me to stay around and raise the kid? Or what if we both get pregnant, who are you leaving alone with their child?”
“So immediately after we got back to where we were.”
“Yes.”
“Why? What did I do? Why am I not enough for you?”
“Maybe if you--”
“Actually, no, fuck you. I’m enough for me. I’m enough for so many people. I gave you a second chance and you fucking blew it! I’ve done so much for you, for Fred, too!”
“I--” He sighed. He was speechless. It was the first time you’d really fully stood up for yourself. It was on him, he knew that. “I think...I’m going to spend the night at the Burrow, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“No.”
“What?”
“Go, spend the night with her, but don’t lie to me and say you’re staying with your mom.” She spoke bluntly, tears streaming out of her eyes quietly. It was a silent cry, the only way Y/N ever allowed herself to cry in front of people. He hesitated, but he turned around and left the living room. Y/N entered the kitchen, starting to grease pans for baking.
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Fred came home that night, mostly confused. Y/N wasn’t in the living room tonight, which didn’t make him feel great. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The date was great. She was perfect, but...he hated it. Something was missing. As she listed off interests, favorite movies, her favorite quidditch team...all he could think was that something was missing. When he got home, and Y/N was missing, it dawned on him. It was her. She was missing. The girl had listed off all of Y/N’s favorite movies, her favorite songs. She liked to bake. Her favorite quidditch team was the Holyhead Harpies, the team his little sister played on. Suddenly, Fred felt rather sick. He can’t have feelings for his brother's girlfriend--no, fiance!
With a pit in his stomach, he walked into the kitchen, where he opened his eyes wide. The entire kitchen table and window sill were covered in baked goods. There was one clean counter, where Y/N sat staring off into space, waiting for her next round of cookies to finish.
“Oh! I forgot! I’m sorry, how was the date?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh nothing--”
“Don’t, please don’t close yourself off. We’re close now, just let me in. What happened, what’s with the baked goods?” He asked, leaning with his arms crossed and his back against the island counter across from where she sat. He noticed the ring was missing, it wasn’t on Y/N’s finger, it wasn’t on the counter or the table where he’d seen it last.
“He admitted it. He’s cheating on me with her again.” She sighed, looking to the ceiling and holding back tears. “And it sucks so hard to know he wasted all this time of mine again. He proposed to me. I know he’s your brother, but that’s just so...crazy. Who does that?” She paused, and just as Fred was about to talk she kept going. “And the worst part is that I don’t...I don’t feel anything. The first time he cheated with Angelina it was like my whole world came crashing down. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my roommate. Now, it barely even feels like we’re roommates. I thought I could love him the same way after it all, and maybe he cheated because I couldn’t.”
“Don’t blame yourself. Cheating is always a decision. If he realized you didn’t love him the same way he should have communicated with you. Broken up. Not proposed and delayed this.” Fred sighed. Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Fred, assumingly because she was upset.
“I--” She paused, chest tight. She looked up at Fred, making blatant eye contact. “What if I’ve been emotionally cheating?” Fred’s eyes widened and his heart sank. He felt awful, like his feelings for her would just have to go away again. Right as they were getting close.
“W-what? With who?”
“You fucking idiot.” She sighed, pushing herself off the counter. She went to walk away, but Fred put his arms on either side of her on the counter, pinning her where she was.
“Don’t walk away.” He whispered, so close to her face. Her heart pounded.
“I--” She sighed. “Fred, I’ve felt more for you in the past five days than I’ve felt for George in the past year and a half. I waited all day for you to be here, and I kept feeling guilty for it. I’ve felt so guilty, and then I find out he’s cheating and I’m so numb to it because you’re all I can think about.” She paused to breathe before she continued her quick ramblings. “Also, the idea of having feelings for you is so weird, because we only just started to like each other, but you’re standing so close to me and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about all the girls you used to bring home and how I don’t want to be just one of those girls you sleep with. But obviously I can’t just be with you because I think I just broke off my engagement with your brother and also because you haven’t said anything--” So Fred, in his overwhelmed state, pushed forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed both sides of his face as he grabbed her hips. After a few moments, he quickly pulled apart, moving one of his hands to keep her hand on his face in place
“I couldn’t tell you the other night, but I had feelings for you that summer before the war, but you were with George. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just confess then, and besides you were so happy with him. Then we didn’t like each other, and the night before you got engaged I couldn’t stop thinking about you all over again. And...George made us spend all that time together and you’re the only thing I think about. The girl I went on the date with was so perfect, but I couldn’t get you off my mind and I realized she was just like you. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.” Fred spoke in a hushed tone with his eyes closed, as if speaking any louder or seeing her would make Y/N evaporate into thin air. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her with tear tracks down her face.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t trapped by his and wiping her face. He giggled, letting go of her hand and using both of his hands to hold the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed the tear stains on Y/N’s face. “You’re like this perfect man, it’s so wildly different from George.” She mumbled.
“I can’t account for where he went wrong, and I haven’t always been great. But if you give me the chance, I will love you better than anyone else could dream of.” With tears streaming down her eyes she pulled him in to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips. He held the small of her waist as she rested one of her hands on his chest, the other sat at the back of his neck playing with his hair. He moaned when she pulled it gently, causing her to smile into their kiss. She almost missed being able to see him rolling his eyes at her smirk.
“Love me, please. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Just--love me tonight.” She whispered against his lips as they panted for air.
He leaned down, kissing her again as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her back to a sitting position on the counter. Y/N threaded her fingers through Fred’s hair, one of Fred’s hands was on her thigh, the other rested on her waist. Finally, she bit his bottom lip in an attempt to get him to do anything. In response, he gave a noise that sounded between a groan and a growl, moving to her neck to leave bite marks. He licked the shell of her ear and bit the lobe as he moved down to the length of her neck, sucking hard. She moaned softly, whimpering when he used he grazed his teeth over her neck.
She started grinding her hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him to aid in her plight for friction. After he felt satisfied with the bruises he’d left on her neck he went back to her lips, sucking on her bottom lip briefly before licking it in a silent asking of permission to use it. She gracefully licked his tongue, granting his own tongue admission to her mouth. Their tongues wrestled messily, Y/N playing with Fred’s hair and occasionally pulling softly to hear him moan. She was starting to feel frustrated with just grinding, so she moved the hand that was on the side of Fred’s face to gracefully feel all the way down his body before she started palming him through his slacks. He gave a harsh groan this time, pulling apart from her mouth briefly.
“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” His voice was deep with pleasure and she moaned at the sound alone. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t been praised like that sexually...ever. Fred took one of his hands off of her hips to thread into her hair, pulling gently to hear her moan. He swore to himself that he could hear that every minute of every day and never get tired of it. While Fred knew he was going to fuck her, his intentions were pure-- he wanted to make love to her. Y/N, however, was getting frustrated with his politeness. She started to unbutton his slacks and he broke off their kiss again. “Hold on, I want to take care of you.” He whispered, flush against her lips.
“I appreciate that, but I want you inside of me.” She whispered, her hand that had been unbuttoning his pants was now tangled in his shirt. Fred felt his heart drop to his cock when she said this, groaning at her lack of restraint. Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt as he separated her thighs and pulled her completely to the edge of the counter.
“You’ll just have to be patient, princess.” He grinned as he went to crouch, kissing her knee on the way down. He left kisses all over the inside of her thighs, leaving her soaked to the core before he had even really touched her. Both Fred and Y/N were thankful she was wearing a dress that day, making his access considerably easier as he rubbed her through only her thin panties. Kissing the inside of her thigh as he looked up into her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He almost grinned when he saw she was adorning another pair of fruit covered panties.
“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said the cherry panties were sexy,” He smirked up at her, rubbing circles into her clit through peach covered cotton. “These are sexy too, but I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.” He grabbed the cotton on her hips and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor like he promised. Y/N’s thighs were shaking from all the teasing he had done already. He licked from her inner knee to where he promised to take care of her, latching his mouth onto her clit. She gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue, closing her eyes. He used his tongue to create figure-8’s against her clit, and slowly pushed one finger into her. At this, she threw her head back, resting the crown of her skull gently against the cabinet behind her. She laced her fingers through Fred’s hair, now pulling hard. He groaned in his own pleasure, creating vibrations against her clit which in turn made her moan. He pushed a second finger into her, slowly pumping them as he worked her clit. After adding a third finger, her legs were shaking violently, showing she was nearing the edge. He quickly swapped his fingers and tongue, using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside of her warm pussy. He had his other arm wrapped around her thigh, one of her hands reaching to hold the hand there as she neared her end even faster than before.
“I want you to say my name when you cum, baby, can you do that for me?” He paused briefly, looking up at her, she nodded vigorously. His tongue returned to it’s warm reserve inside of her. The motions he made with his thumb against her clit became faster, and soon enough she was squeezing his hand and nearly screaming his name. Fred waited for her to stop squeezing his hand to stand up and kiss her on the lips again. “You did so good, baby.” He whispered against her lips.
“Freddy,” She whimpered against his lips. “You haven’t even fucked me yet and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” She almost laughed at the thought. He grinned, happy with his work so far. He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, kissing her ear as he spoke.
“You won’t need to, baby. I’ll fuck you right here,” He started licking and kissing her neck again, making her whine. “And I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to walk.” He whispered against her quickly bruising flesh. She whined again, reaching to finish her job unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his already unbuttoned pants. He let her continue as he wrapped his hand in her hair once and pulled back, exposing the front of her neck to him where he continued his attack. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped her pull it off his shoulders, exposing his freckled and scarred skin on his chest to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling every individual scar and wondering where each of them came from. He watched her eyes dart around, a small closed-lip smile adorning her face as she felt the raised white scars. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, loving his own view. Using the same hand that was petting her cheek, he lifted her face to look up at his. He pulled her face close to his own and kissed her softly.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered against her lips with his eyes closed. She smiled, reaching her face up to kiss his eyelids. Angel kisses on his blonde eyelashes. It was a sweet moment, to remind them both that not only was there no going back after what they were about to do, but also to remind them that this wasn’t just fucking. This was real, unadulterated love. He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers as she pushed his slacks and boxers down as far as she could with her hands, using her bare feet the rest of the way. He lifted her dress over her head, tossing it somewhere behind him, inevitably landing on some type of baked good. She rested one hand against his jaw, pulling his face close to hers, her other hand pumping his cock and gently rubbing the tip. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath at the feeling of her small hand around him. He rested one hand on her jaw, mirroring her. His other hand rested on the small of her back to push her closer to him. They kissed gently, feeling like this moment was fragile and could be broken. Y/N moved the hand that was on his cock and squeezed his bicep, quietly communicating that she was ready. He moved his hand from the small of her back to line himself up with her entrance, and as he pushed in the both gasped quietly at the feeling. Fred rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed as he waited quietly and politely for her to adjust to his size. After a few moments she tapped him to tell him to move, her eyes squeezed tightly closed for preparation of any pain that would come from his movements. He moved slowly, truly taking this moment to get to know Y/N’s body. He felt every groove inside of her, every dip and small raise in her skin, memorising her inside and out. As they both started to get used to this puzzle-piece moment in which it felt like the clicking of soul-mates finally coming together, they started kissing again. Fred’s tongue entered her mouth, exploring, dead set on memorising her entire body. Her hands found themselves resting on his back, nails digging in every so often. If this had been her sex dream, she would’ve been wondering how many girls had dug their nails into his back, but in person all she could think about was him. He filled her every sense, she could smell him, feel him everywhere, taste him, his freckled skin stuck on her eyes even when they closed, and their shared moans overwhelmed her ears. If this was what making love was, she definitely had never shared that with George.
Fred lowered his hand, rubbing her clit gently as his pace got faster. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so good so quickly, he was almost positive he hadn’t ever felt his high come so quickly. As he pounded into Y/N’s g-spot and rubbed her clit, she found herself loudly moaning. Her nails were now leaving deep marks into Fred’s back, and Fred hadn’t even noticed.
“Fred,” She moaned his name loudly, the sound of which made his own high come even faster. Set on finding their highs together, they were flush together. Y/N nor Fred had never been so close to someone, their entire bodies touching. Her legs were wrapped around him, her torso flush against his and her face buried into his chest. His face was buried into her neck, leaving occasional kisses to avoid his own moans. Quickly, they found their highs together. After hitting her g-spot so many times, she warned him. He quietly thanked Godric, his own high coming as well. So as they came together, panting, completely embraced, they felt loved. They’d both felt fucked-out before, but this felt different. This felt simultaneously heavy and weightless on their hearts, and they stayed together for a long time. They kissed quietly, Fred not really wanting to leave her, and she not wanting him to leave her either. Before he pulled out she spoke.
