SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME | FRED WEASLEY PART 3 - PREVIEW
Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader.
Summary: You and Fred have never been friends. But when a masked party was thrown at Hogwarts, you found yourself tangled up in his sheets. It's basically based on the new season of Bridgerton!
Warnings: enemies to lovers, Fred being a flirt, mention of nudity, mention of sex, cursing, mention of alcohol. If you're a minor, do not interact with this post. Timeline might be changed. All the characters are 18.
Author's notes: I'm back, yay!!! Here's the preview☆ let me know what you think♡
Part 1 - Part 2
"I don't give a shit about him, Ginny." Your voice echoed inside her room, tears threatening to fall.
"Stop pacing around! If you don't give a shit about him, tell me why you're acting this way." Ginny's words landed on your chest like a Stupefying Charm.
What's better than a Reviving Spell as a counter-charm? Revenge.
You needed to awake yourself from this state of unconsciousness caused by the one and only Fred Weasley.
"You know what I'm gonna do?"
You stopped pacing.
You didn't cry.
You didn't yell.
No, you planned.
"I'm gonna play his games," you murmured while a smirk formed on your face, as cold as ice.
It's a paradox since summer has just begun.
If Fred wanted to date some other girl after kissing you like a beautiful secret, then you'll make him suffer in silence.
"I won't let him play with my feelings so easily."
So, you were back to being enemies.
English isn't my first language, so please be kind! I do not own Harry Potter's characters. This is pure imagination! Do not copy my works, please!
Anyway, I would like to thank @uzmacchiato for the amazing dividers, as always☆
Summary: At Ginny and Harry’s wedding, you find yourself facing Aunt Muriel’s unpleasantness, so Fred decides to have some fun.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, babies, sexual references.
Word count: 1.2k
June 4th 2003, a joyful and long awaited day for all in attendance. The marriage of Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley. It was a family affair, both in blood and bond, the entire venue packed with loved ones sharing in the happiness of the newlyweds.
Being Ginny's long standing friend and now sister-in-law, you were naturally made a bridesmaid along with six others who proudly stood by Ginny's side as she said her vows. It was beautiful, joyous and utterly heartwarming to see them unite and be declared husband in wife in front of the many people attending. The couple had initially wanted a much smaller affair than what had transpired but in the end, they were too deeply cared for by so many and the numbers were ever increasing, only made worse by Molly's excitement and welcoming nature.
It had been a truly magical day; getting to support your new sister in law, to see your daughter throw wild flowers down the aisle and most of all getting to check out your husband in his tux as he sat beaming beside his twin brother in the front row, holding back a tear at seeing his little sister suddenly looking so grown up.
"You alright sweetheart?" Fred asks worriedly as you lower yourself gently into your assigned seat inside the bustling marquee. It was getting late now, the party stretching into the night as people danced merrily around you.
You were exhausted from the day, the early morning, the usual nuptial stresses and from the shoes that were growing increasingly uncomfortable around your slightly swollen ankles.
You simply smiled warmly at Fred with a little nod, leaning into his touch when he placed his arm behind you on your chair, his fingers fidgeting with the strands of hair that had fallen down your back.
You both turned your heads in the direction of delighted squeals and watched as your children danced around, chasing each other and their many cousins with beaming smiles on their faces. Their nice outfits were quite frankly ditched at this point and they'd eaten more cake than you cared to admit throughout the day but as you looked at the three happy faces on the dance floor, you couldn't care less. Their uncle George took turns spinning and twirling them and you couldn't help but watch in devotion at seeing your oldest dancing with your brother in law, no doubt standing on his feet as he glided her around whilst the twins ran in circles around the dancing pair.
You let out a little surprise gasp when you felt a sharp kick to your side, just underneath your rib.
"I thought you were asleep," you say quietly with a loving smile as your hand drifts down to your blooming bump, gently rubbing over the spot where you'd felt a little prod.
"Letting you know he's there?" Fred asks with a smirk, noticing your movements. He moved closer and places his large hand over yours, wanting to feel for himself the little kicks that had you smiling at your bump.
"He?" You question sarcastically, with a slight raise of your eyebrow.
"Fathers intuition," Fred smirks with a slight shrug, "never been wrong yet."
"You didn't know there were two last time," you countered teasingly, nodding your head towards the two litttle boys causing havoc on the dance floor. He lets out a boyish chuckle and for a moment you both catch each other's eyes, both twinkling in delight and bound with love. You'd been married for nearly five years, together for much longer but it still took your breath away how much you loved this man, and how much he loved you in return.
"Good heavens!"
The nice moment passed as soon as the loud, screechy voice sounded out on the next table, forcing you apart. You jumped slightly at the unexpected noise before realising that Fred's great aunt Muriel had taken up a seat at the table beside yours and as usual her presence was unwanted. Her voice went through you, like nails on a chalkboard. The high tone and the derogatory, unpleasant undertone to her words, accompanied by the constant hateful look on her face were enough to cement a negative association in your mind. Both you and Fred deflated a little at her presence, with Fred letting out an audible sigh that you felt in your soul. Even your baby let out a sharp kick as if to announce their own displeasure at the sound of her voice.
"Yes aunt Muriel?" Fred says in the most monotone voice he can muster, not even attempting to hide the dismay in his voice, or his face.
"Godric," she mumbles under her breath, casting her eyes between the two of you, focusing her beady eyes on your bump, and where your children were currently hanging off George like monkeys in a tree. "You breed like gnomes!"
You hope your face doesn't show the depth of your exasperation at her words but you doubted your ability to keep a straight face. Fred, of course, finds it hilarious and can't keep the smile off of his face. You can feel his shoulders moving up and down with silent laughter but he manages to contain it and simply clears his throat to hide the laughter.
"Have either of you considered simply reading of an evening? Instead of what I assume are your usual activities?" She says with a bitter tone, face downturned into her usual grimace.
Fred snorts at her words and though you feel slightly offended by her accusation, just as you always did by her comments, you can't help but chuckle yourself at the strangeness of the situation. Was she really commenting on your sex life?
"Onto your fourth already! And only 25! You’re worse than your mother, all of you breed like Gnomes."
"You see I've never been one for reading, but I tried," Fred replies coyly. From his tone of voice you can tell that he's teasing, about to prod the bear. "But it only gave me more ideas. What was is called sweetheart? Some muggle book... Kama sutra! Eroticism for begginers. Let me tell you, it's changed my life! Couldn't put it down... or her," he says, nodding his head towards you with a wicked smile on his face as his hand snakes around to cradle your bump once again.
You can't hide your smile this time as Muriel lets out a disgusted squark and turns away with a deeper grimace than before. You turn your head and snuggle into Fred's shoulder to hide your laughter whilst he openly chuckles to himself, head thrown back slightly in glee.
"You're terrible," you mutter with a smirk, pulling yourself away from the soft fabric of his shirt where it stretches over his muscled shoulders. His smile is wide and wicked as he takes in your words, hearing nothing but compliments.
"Hilarious is a better word," he quips, eyes shining in delight.
"Incorrigible."
"Completely irreformable," he agrees without a single care. "But I think you like me like this."
You look up from under your lashes at him, matching the look in his sparkling eyes and can't help but agree.
he doesn't die in the end (there's the rest of a life to breathe in)
summary: you’ve always known how the story was going to end—with a crumbling wall and the ghost of a laugh on his lips. you’ll do anything to keep it from happening, even if that pushes you right into his orbit. [slow burn, mutual pining, friends to idiots to lovers] [cw: mentions of death & canon-compliant violence]
wc: 14.1k
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Y/n have been searching for Horcruxes for months in order to kill Lord Voldemort. When Harry goes to destroy one of the last two remaining Horcruxes, Y/n won't let him leave without saying goodbye first.
– Ron Weasley
THE PROPHECY
Y/n believes that Ron would never notice her and begins a relationship with Lee Jordan. Ron thinks the best option for Lee and Y/n to break up is to make Y/n jealous. His biggest mistake was picking Lavender out of all the girls to make Y/n jealous.
– Fred Weasley
THE TRICK
Y/n attends Hermione and Ron's wedding, but decides to bring her deck of cards to prove that, even though she is a Muggle, she can also do magic, catching the attention of a certain red-haired twin.
Fred Weasley (aka the mischievous twin pt.1) : "Time to cause a little mayhem."
James Phelps as Fred Weasley.
• To My Favorite Victim, With Love. 🪐🌼
• Brains and Bedhead 🪐
• Ashes of the Noble House 🪐
• nothing to see here yet <3
• nothing to see here yet <3
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a/n: tysmm for requesting agaainn, im sorry this took some time, i wasnt sure how to lead with this but i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)
p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling
requested- yes
warnings- none i hope
fred weasley, the king with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the cockiness no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.
then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?
why did his heart flutter? or why did heat rise to his cheeks and why did he feel so weak to a pretty smile? you had every power over him and he despised you for it. he despised himself on how easily you could walk all over him and he'd say thank you. he couldn't fathom why he was so desperate for your attention even if it was for a mere second.
walking around the hallways in all his glory he'd immediately caught you making your way. it was peak rush hour, everyone was squirming their way from one class to another and his girl had seemed to have lost her footing
fred swept in catching her from having a meet with the floor. her arms were hugging him. freddie took a second for him to teach himself how to breathe again.
"the words are you're welcome" supplied fred when your mouth lied open, failing to form words. fred weasley had his arms swung around your waist having you pressed to his chest.
freddie didn't want to let go. he wanted to keep you pressed to him, his hands were everyone could see. he wanted to hold on forever.
"are you planning on letting go freddie darling?"
fuck. fred was officially pudding after he heard 'freddie' roll out of your mouth, he was fulfilled.
"so you can go and fall all over again? let them finish scavenging the halls or you'll become squash." how he managed to sound so confident and steady he didn't know?
maybe it had something to do with Rodger Holmes on the other side of the corridor, his face filled with jealousy. it gave freddie a kick. the girl he's been pinning for in freddie's arms, pressed against him whispering into each other's ears. Holmes did not need to know what as long as he could see she was in her weasley's arms. it helped him establish his dominance. you were to be his even if you didn't know it yet, even if you'd thought him to be the cruel cold hearted prankster, and Rodger dear better sit the hell back down.
♤ Cherry: Inspired by Cherry by Harry Styles.
Fred thought that by distancing himself, he could do more protection than damage. What he didn’t know is that from this separation, she might have found another man to lean in to.
♡ Oblivious Weasley: "Why are you daft, Fred?"
Overthinking and assumptions silently creates the wall that separate the two lovers. As one starts to turn and knock on another door, could they finally meet in the middle before it was too late?
♡♛ I Love you: Years of prank wars finally lead to unintended harm that makes one realise, enough is enough.
♤ Bridges: In which Fred tries to spare himself the heartbreak from falling for someone he's supposed to love as a sister.
♤ Stuck on the Puzzle: Inspired by Stuck on the Puzzle by Alex Turner.
Having arrived late to the mansion after every attempt of stalling time, Fred finally gathered his last fragment of courage and joined the pre-wedding party, keeping in mind to drink every cocktail on sight so that he’ll be hammered enough tomorrow to skip the wedding.
♤ Outgrown [Prompt Request]: “I’d ask but judging by the look on your eyes, I can already tell that you’ve closed our chapter.”
♤♡ Selene and Helios [Prompt Request]: “It has always been you.”
♤♡ Pick Up Where We Left Off: One last Christmas with the Weasleys, would she find her closure from his sudden withdrawal years ago?
♤ Mother: The fact that their relationship didn't work out was such a tragedy no one could have expected and Fred has no one else to blame but himself.
♡ Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: The three times Fred Weasley should've professed his feelings and the one time he finally did.
♤ Clandestine Love: His unwillingness to come out of the shadows have finally caused him greater damage one couldn't possibly fix.
Series
♤ Fallen Potter [On-going]: The plan was beautifully designed. False information has also been carried to the Ministry of Magic in hope that the Death Eaters would buy it, giving them the window to transport Harry safely tonight. But just like the calm before storm, Fred has to let go his source of oxygen as one Potter falls.
Part I
