Au: Alice in Wonderland Au (Mad Hatter!Fred x Princess of Hearts!Reader)
Author's Note: It's been years since I last wrote a fanfic, wanted to try this idea out just to see if I still got it??
Summary:
Life was far from easy when your mother was the Queen of Hearts. Your world was enclosed within the four walls of the rose surrounded palace. When you learned that your marriage was about to be arranged, you decided to take matters into your hands and try to make a sense of freedom outside of the palace walls.
But, you had never expected to cross paths with Fred Weasley. Son of the Mad Hatter, whom your mother had never approved.
What happens when you start to fall?
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Request: can u make perverted fred or George weasley where like he gets hard when he accidentally saw readers panties or bra then eventually a smut and later on fluff?. Thank u!! (you can ignore this if u want)
A/N: Ahhhh!!!!! My first request! I got this forever ago before I fell off the face of the earth because of work and college :/ I hope I do this justice :) Do feel free to put in requests for one shots. Enjoy! Love, b
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Peeping in Potions
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters
Warnings: Sexual content (peeping?, oral sex [female receiving], fingering, vaginal sex)
Words: 3k
Fred and George were in Potions together, causing mischief as usual. This was nothing new for them, and weekly detention was commonplace during their years at Hogwarts. The school year had just begun, so the students were still settling in to their new classes and routines.
The twins were fooling around by turning the sprigs of lavender they had laid out on their desk into mice, unleashing them onto the floor of the classroom. They watched with glee as their fellow students shooed the mice away, or even ran away screeching.
This was a harmless prank compared to some of the things that they had pulled in the past. They had quite the reputation at Hogwarts, and they intended to keep their reputation by starting out Sixth Year with a bang.
Fred watched as a mouse scurried up to the table that you were working at, but you were distracted with your work, looking down into your cauldron. The mouse began crawling up your shoe, clawing the frilly socks sticking out of your loafers. You reached down to scratch your ankle, but a small gasp left your lips as you noticed the mouse.
"Aw, hi there, darling," you said to the mouse, getting up from your seat.
The mouse had detached from your shoe, and instead sniffed your bag that was propped against the leg of your desk. You bent down, carefully scooping up the small creature in your hands.
Fred had been watching you this entire time, hoping that he would get a reaction out of you from the mouse prank. His jaw dropped as you bent over.
Your movement exposed your white lace panties, even if it was only for a moment. You had grown over the summer, gaining most of your height in your legs. Your skirts from last year were a tad too short, but you hadn't had time to get new ones yet.
Fred's cheeks began to burn. He knew that you had not meant for him to see your panties, but he couldn't help himself. He had fancied you for the past year, but his crush manifested in teasing you senseless. You two had never had any interactions that could be deemed as romantic, but yet his feelings still persisted.
He knew it was wrong to be turned on by what he had seen, but he couldn't help it. Fred tried to calm himself, taking slow and deep breaths. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to focus on something else. That's when he noticed it.
His pants felt tighter than they did when class started, and now he knew why. He had an erection growing in his pants, an involuntary reaction to seeing so much of your bare flesh. He shook his head at himself, feeling even more embarrassed than before.
"Y'alright, Fred?" George asked, leaning his elbow on the table to peer over at his twin.
"Uh, yep. Just gonna....use the loo," Fred stuttered out, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the room.
The whole class turned, hearing Fred's sudden exit. You saw only his back and his fiery locks as he left the room in a seemingly frantic state. You had been friends with the twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts, so of course you were concerned. You peered over at George, shooting him a concerned glance.
Is he okay? you mouthed to George from across the classroom.
George shrugged in response, shaking his head.
It was unlike Fred to get flustered. He was the confident, suave, and utterly cheeky twin. He would never get this worked up over a silly crush.
Fred hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, navigating his way back to his dormitory. He felt like he didn't breathe on his entire journey back, and he huffed out a sign of relief once he had shut himself into the safety of his room.
He flopped himself onto his bed, groaning in embarrassment. Why was this happening to him? Sure, he had seen girls in their panties plenty of times. He was no stranger to sex and nudity, and the entirety of his year at Hogwarts knew this about him. Fred didn't understand why you were so different.
Fred laid on his bed sulking for the remainder of the hour until George returned to their dormitory. George entered their room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.
"Want to explain what that was about?" George asked, his voice almost teasing.
Fred only grunted in response, throwing a pillow across the room at his twin. George laughed at him, crossing the room to sit on his own bed.
"You didn't bail on class just to lay in bed. Tell me what's going on," George said, prodding at him.
Fred finally sat up on his bed, peering over at George.
"I was having.....an issue," he said.
George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.
"Oh, I didn't know that Snape got you going," George teased. "I didn't realize that he was your type, being that he's old and all. And a man. And a Slytherin, at that."
"You know it wasn't about Snape, you git," Fred spat, heaving another pillow at his brother.
George caught the flying pillow, tossing it onto the floor in front of his bed.
"Then who was it about?" George asked, leaning back on his elbows.
Fred huffed again.
"It's....I saw....when (Y/N) bent over to pick up one of the mice, I saw her panties," Fred finally admitted, sounding embarrassed.
"I knew it!" George exclaimed, shooting up off of his bed. "I knew that you fancied (Y/N)!"
George was busy doing a celebratory dance around the room while Fred buried his face in his hands. Somehow admitting the truth of the situation to his twin made him feel even more embarrassed.
George finally stopped his excited little jig and turned to his brother.
"I think y'should ask her out," he suggested. "I think she fancies you too. And who knows, maybe you'll get to see her panties again."
Fred groaned and threw a final pillow at George. This situation was mortifying. But it wouldn't be Fred Weasley if he didn't go after exactly what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was you.
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It was the next evening at dinner when Fred made his move. A paper in the shape of a dove floated across the hall, landing in front of your plate. You stared at it in bewilderment for a moment before you caught Fred's eye. You reached forward to open the note.
Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.
It was a simple message; concise and to the point, but for some reason it made your stomach turn. You nodded at Fred, assuring him that you'd be there. You folded up the note, burying it in your pocket before any of your friends asked about it.
You had been crushing on Fred for years. His reputation as a player had kept you from making a move, and you were happy to at least have a friendship with him. Butterflies danced in your stomach, and you tried not to get your hopes up. He had never asked to meet you alone before.
It felt like the next couple of hours dragged on as you waited to meet Fred. Every possible scenario had played through your mind, and you were only beginning to feel more nervous.
Finally, it was time to set out for the Black Lake. You pulled on your favorite knit cardigan, sneaking out of the castle into the humid late summer air. You were careful not to be noticed as you made your way towards your meeting point with Fred.
Fred stood by the edge of the lake, skipping rocks off of its surface. You watched him for a moment, admiring how relaxed he was. This was rare for Fred, as he was always in a state of teasing someone or focused as he flew around the quidditch pitch.
As you approached, you could hear the plinking of the rocks as they skipped along the water. He had a blanket laid out behind him with a picnic basket beside it. You accidentally stepped on a stick as you crept closer, causing Fred to turn to you.
"Hey," he said, smiling at you as you approached.
He reached to hand you a rock, inviting you to join him. You stood in silence for a few minutes, skipping rocks together and waiting for the other to speak. Finally, you decided to break the ice.
"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you asked, your voice small as you anticipated his response.
Fred stopped tossing rocks at the lake, taking in a deep breath as he turned to you.
"I've been meaning to tell you something," he said, looking down at you.
Your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest. His height was intimidating as he peered down at you, and you couldn't breathe as you waited for him to continue speaking.
"I fancy you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. For once in his life, Fred seemed meek and almost embarrassed.
It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Fred Weasley fancied...you?
He watched your face carefully as different emotions flickered across it. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
You reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and your sudden movement caught him by surprise. His hands found your waist, and he returned your kiss.
You pulled apart momentarily, both looking at each other in disbelief. Both of your hearts were pounding as your chests heaved. You laughed, pulling him back into a kiss.
This time, your kisses were more urgent than before. His hands gripped at your waist, and his mouth left your lips and found its way to your neck. He left searing kisses from your ear all the way to your collarbone, and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips.
Fred ceased his actions, looking into your eyes for a moment. A grin spread across his face. This was a look that you knew all too well. Fred Weasley was up to no good.
Fred thought that his favorite sound in the world was the cheering Gryffindor crowd when their team won a quidditch match. Or the melodic plinking of the rain on the metal roof back home at the Burrow. Or maybe even the Muggle rock music CD that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday. That was until he heard you whimper. Now he was determined to do everything he could to hear that sound over and over again.
His lips found their way back to your neck, and his hands fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan.
"I want you, love," he said, still kissing your neck. "Do you want me, too?"
"Please," you hastily replied, pulling at the bottom of Fred's shirt.
He had managed to unbutton and tug off your cardigan, leading you to the blanket he had set up. He laid down on it, beckoning for you to join him.
You joined Fred on the blanket, straddling him and taking him by surprise. He had always known you as a somewhat shy, studious good girl. But he was liking this side of you too.
It was your turn to take control, and you sucked on a spot behind Fred's ear that you had a feeling would drive him crazy. He hands wandered to your thighs and he rubbed them lovingly, encouraging you to keep going.
You kissed your way down his neck, leaving purple marks behind. In one swift motion, you removed his shirt. You tried to keep things moving, but you couldn't help ogling at the boy laying between your thighs. You admired his toned physique from years of quidditch training.
While you were distracted, Fred took it as an opportunity to regain control. He flipped you on your back, earning a surprised giggle from you. He worked on the buttons of your jeans, his fingers expertly undoing them in what seemed like record time. He peered up at you.
"Is this alright, darling?" he asked, his eyes soft.
"Yes," you replied, pulling at his hair impatiently.
Fred resumed his work, pulling your jeans down your hips and off your legs. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight before him.
Lace panties. But this time, they were black.
He snapped himself back to reality, pulling your shirt over your head. You were left in just your underwear, eyes wide as you stared up at him. He had thought about you like this so many times, but now it was finally real.
Fred leaned down to kiss at the base of your neck, working his way down to the top of your breasts. He reached around your back and undid your bra like a pro, and you shimmied it down your arms and flung it to the side.
Fred resumed his blazing path of kisses, reaching your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. This earned him yet another whimper from you, which only encouraged him to continue.
He kissed all the way down to the waistband of your panties, and he paused for a moment to meet your eyes.
"I'm asking one more time, do you want this?" he asked.
"Yes, please," you whined at him, impatient as you waited for him to resume.
He looped his long fingers around the front of your panties, pulling them down your legs. Once they were out of the way, he gently spread your legs.
Fred hardened at the image before him. You laid there on the blanket, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and your legs spread open for him. He wanted to permanently etch this moment into his mind.
He positioned himself between your thighs, kissing the inside of your thigh and rubbing soothing circles into it. He worked his way closer to where you wanted him most. You were silently willing him to continue, eagerly waiting for him to touch you.
His trail of kisses had finally reached your center, and he placed a soft kiss right on your core. His eyes flitted up to yours, and a smirk drew across his lips.
Fred's tongue darted out, catching you by surprise. He expertly drew circles around your clit with his tongue, pausing to suck on it every few seconds.
You grabbed for the blanket, balling it in your fists as you tried not to scream. You knew that Fred had a reputation for making his rounds with the girls at Hogwarts, but you didn't expect him to be this good.
He dove one long finger into your opening, and you couldn't help the breathy moan that left your mouth.
Fred continued his motions, easing you open as he added another finger. Your moans were leaving your mouth in succession, and Fred was enjoying every moment of it.
His fingers hit the spot that made your back arch, and you felt your vision becoming fuzzy. He held onto one thigh for support as he worked his fingers into you, and he knew that you were close to finishing.
Fred slowly withdrew his fingers from your entrance, and you gave him a frustrated groan. He looked up at you, sucking his fingers into his mouth to remove your liquids from them. You stared at him with your mouth open, the lecture you were about to give him for edging you suddenly forgotten.
He quickly removed his trousers and underwear, revealing his hard cock. You had a feeling that it was going to be big; Fred Weasley was a tall boy, after all.
"I couldn't let you finish like that, love," he said, his voice teasingly sweet. "I want you to cum on my cock."
Your breath was stuck in your throat, his words choking you. Fred lined himself up between your legs and pressed himself to your entrance.
"Are you going to be good for me?" he asked, his gaze burning into you.
"Yes," you squeaked out, sounding pathetic beneath him.
Fred pushed into you slowly, taking his time to allow you to get comfortable. After a few strokes, he was able to work his way deeper inside of you and pick up his pace.
As he finally bottomed out, you reached up to touch his back.
"Freddie?" you asked, your voice small and sweet.
"Yes, love?" he responded, stalling his movements.
"I want you to fuck me...hard."
Fred's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smile tugged at his lips.
"Anything for you, darling," he said before pulling almost all the way out of you.
He pushed back into you, becoming harsher with every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he increased the pace, fucking you mercilessly on the blanket.
You both panted, nearing your highs. Fred reached down to find your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it to bring you closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck, Freddie--" you whimpered, finally reached your orgasm.
Your back arched off of the hard ground, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. The pants that came out of your mouth would have been embarrassing if Fred had not been panting as well.
"I'm so close, love," he said, his voice strained. "Can you be good for me for just a little longer?"
You could do nothing but reply with a moan, still hazy from your own high. He continued his pace, thrusting into you to chase his finish.
Fred had finally finished, letting out a final groan in your ear. His chest was still heaving when he laid himself down onto you, nuzzling his nose into your neck.
The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's closeness. It was Fred who spoke first.
"Why didn't we do this earlier?" he asked, his face still buried in your neck.
You giggled and rubbed his bare back.
"I don't know Freddie, I've fancied you for years. You could've had me whenever you wanted," you replied, tracing circles into his back with your nails.
"We have a lot of time to make up for then," he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you.
He bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Nights like these were definitely something that you could get used to.
could you do headcannons of the weasley twins falling for a someone who has a special in bugs and plants? btw love you work and have a great day!! :]
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Fred dating Someone Who Loves Herbology
He would honestly think that it is the cutest thing ever
Especially when you’re so concentrated
When he can’t find you anywhere, he knows the place where to find you - the greenhouse
He also knows that whenever you’re stressed, this is your go to place
Fred sometimes just stands by the door of the green house and watches as you tend to the plants
Sometimes you would talk to the plants, which you find embarrassing but Fred just melts at the sight of it
Sometimes he helps you out with the plants just to watch your smile
After finding a ladybug in the greenhouse, you and Fred decided to keep it in a jar since it was so cute
Fred would be so overprotective (so much more than you) when it comes to the ladybug
”Who moved the jar to the window?”
”I did.”
Fred scrambles to move the jar away, “George, do you really want to burn the bug? The sun is shining so brightly, you just might kill her. How could you?”
Summary: The first anniversary is always important. But, what happens when your boyfriend forgets?
Being a demigod was more of monsters and battles than sunshine and rainbows.
Especially when dealing with the Godly parents who never seem to be content with their immortality and the various quests one has to put up with - it's a miracle you even have a love life at all.
Or maybe Aphrodite was just bored.
But, today couldn’t be a more peaceful, a more beautiful day at Camp Half-Blood.
Why? Because today was your first year anniversary with your lovely boyfriend, Fred Weasley.
Nobody would’ve thought that a son of Hermes and a daughter of Y/G/P would end up together. But, the whole camp practically shipped the two of you, nonetheless.
Looking for your boyfriend, you saw him hanging out with his twin by the canoe lake.
“Hi Freddie!” You greeted rather cheerfully, pecking him on the cheek.
“Hey princess.” He returned the greeting, giving you a huge smile, “What’s got you in a good mood?”
Giving him a slightly confused look, you asked, “Don’t you remember what day it is today?”
Fred thought about it for a moment, “Is it Friday?”
Your smile disappeared as your spirits were suddenly deflated, did he really forget?
“Yeah.” You nodded, forcing a smile, “It is. I actually remembered that Hermione and I have to go do something so I’ll catch you later.”
“You idiot.” George said as soon as you were out of sight, “Do you really not know what today is?”
His twin gave a confident grin, “Do you really think that I would forget the exact day that I asked the love of my life to be mine?”
“Then why did you-”
“Because, my dear brother, that is what you call the element of surprise. Which I will be needing if my plan is to be executed properly.”
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“Hey Y/N!” Hermione greeted, looking up from her book as you neared the Athena cabin.
“Hey.” You said quietly, sitting down next to her on the stairs, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, closing her book, “I would’ve expected you to be a bit more… cheery today. Isn’t it your anniversary with Fred?”
You sighed, “That’s exactly the reason why.”
Hermione’s forehead creased in confusion, “What do you mean? Don’t tell that he forgot about today.”
The sad smile that you gave her was enough of an answer.
Hermione tried to stand up but you stopped her by pulling her back down.
“I’m going to kill that idiot.” She muttered, glaring in Fred’s direction.
“Calm down Hermione, it’s not that big of a deal.” You shrugged.
She gave you a look, “Not that big of a deal? It’s your anniversary for crying out loud.”
“Seriously, it’s fine.” You insisted.
“No, it’s not.” She argued, “Y/N, this day signifies a huge milestone for your relationship. You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re not in the least bit angry that he forgot.”
“Fine.” You gave in, “Maybe I am mad. But, maybe I just don’t want to cause a scene which would lead to us fighting which, in turn, would lead to something worse.”
“You’re lucky my best friend needs comforting.” Hermione said with a humorless chuckle, “Or else I would’ve thrown your boyfriend into the lake.”
You gave her a grateful smile, “Thanks Hermione.”
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“You really think this idea isn’t, I don’t know, a little bit stupid?” Ginny asked.
Fred frowned, “No, I think it's actually brilliant.”
“Really?” Ginny deadpanned, “You don’t think she’ll be mad at you for ‘forgetting your anniversary’?”
“I know she will. But, it’ll be worth it. Trust me.” He shrugged.
“Well, you are the boyfriend. You’ll be the one facing her wrath anyway.”
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You sat on your bed inside your cabin, reading a book to take your mind off the fact that your special day with your boyfriend didn’t turn out to be that special at all.
A small knock came on the door of the cabin.
“Go away.” You muttered, turning another page of your book.
“Please.” Harry’s voice came from the other side of the door, “I know what’s happening and I swear, this is worth it.”
You closed the book, contemplating on whether or not you should open the door, “And you know this because?”
Harry grew silent for a moment, “I just do? You just have to trust me.”
You sighed, “if this has anything to do with Fred, I don’t want to talk to him today.”
Silence again. “I promise, it has nothing to do with him.”
“If I have to see him, I’m not buying you any chocolate for a week.”
You could’ve sworn Harry gulped, “I swear. Now will you please come out.”
Taking a deep breath and trying to make yourself as presentable as you could in your current state, you opened the door.
Harry flashed a sheepish grin, nodding in the direction of the canoe lake, “I swear, you’ll love it.”
You nodded, giving him a small smile before following him to the canoe lake.
You were lost in your train of thoughts that you had already reached the lake before you had realized that Harry had lagged behind you and now was nowhere to be found.
Directing your attention back to the scenery in front of you, a small gasp left your lips as you took in off what was actually to be seen.
A candle-lit table underneath the stars, two glasses of soda (funnily, poured into champagne glasses) and instead of the cliche vase of flowers, the centerpiece was a framed picture of you and Fred - taken six months ago.
“Surprise.” You didn’t even have to turn around to see who the owner of the voice was.
“Freddie,” You cooed, all anger and hurt fading away into the night as you threw your arms around your boyfriend.
Fred chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he kissed the side of your head, “Happy anniversary love. Did you really think that I would forget the day that the best thing that ever happened to me happened?”
You looked up at him, “So it was all a coy? All part of the plan?”
“Of course it was.” He smiled, “I only wanted to give you what you deserve for our first year celebration.”
You giggled, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a brief kiss to his lips, “and for the many more to come.”
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Summary: Fred Weasley and Y/N make each other crazier. Based on the song: Crazier by Taylor Swift
You’ve never gone with the wind - just letting it flow. Letting it take you where it wanted you to go.
Until you met Fred Weasley.
When he opened the door, you realized that there was so much more that you’ve never seen before.
You tried to fly but couldn’t find wings - but he came along and changed everything.
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You sat by the Black Lake, too focused on the story in your novel when the words and pages turned to black, a pair of hands covering your eyes.
By instinct, your hands detached themselves from the book and went to the hands covering your eyes.
Whoever was the “culprit” behind this didn’t speak - which was a smart choice, since that would’ve been a way to find out who it was.
Running your own hands over the ones that covered your eyes - you felt small bumps, calluses.
There were only two people who you knew that had calluses on their hands. And only one of them would be stubborn (and annoyingly hot) to interrupt you when you would be reading.
“Freddie.” You said, a small smile making its way to your lips.
“Nice try, love.” Fred’s voice reached your ears, the smile evident in his voice, “But, this is George.”
“Nice try too Freddie.” You said with confidence, “But, you know me better than that.”
You slightly squinted to adjust to the light as the hands left your eyes, Fred now sitting next to you.
“How do you even do that?” He asked with a fond smile, “Our own mother can’t even tell us apart but you can do it with almost no effort.”
You shrugged, closing your book, “That is a secret I will bring to my grave.”
Fred jutted his bottom lip out in a small pout, “Please. Just one little hint.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, “Nope.”
“Come on. I promise to buy you sweets the next time we go to Hogsmeade.” He said.
Raising a brow at him, you asked, “Promise.”
“Promise.”
“I can tell you apart in physical appearance. And not to mention that George’s hands are softer than yours.”
“You wound me, woman.” Fred said, feigning offence - causing you to laugh,
“Why? You were the one begging for hints.”
You had purposely left out one detail as to how you could successfully tell them apart - the way you felt around them.
George may be your best friend, but he was like a brother to you. Fred, on the other hand, had the ability to bring the butterflies in your stomach to life, he made your heart race whenever he would put his arm around you or brush his hand against yours.
George knew about your infatuation with his twin brother, but little did you know that he also knew about his twin brother’s infatuation with you.
You looked into your best friend’s eyes and you felt like you were falling. You got lost in them and you never wanted to find your way out, ever. You were crazy in love with him.
Fred Weasley made you crazier, crazier, crazier.
--
“Weasleys! L/N!” Filch’s rage rang through the halls of Hogwarts as you and the twins made your getaway, running away from the caretaker as fast as you could.
If someone had told yourself years ago that you would be turning a person’s beloved cat blue and escape with your two best friends - you would’ve said they were crazy.
Ever since you started Hogwarts, you watched as Fred made life his own. Every sky was his own kind of blue. He showed you what that felt like and he made it so real. He opened your eyes and made you believe.
Once you had put a safe distance between yourselves and Filch, Fred suddenly lifted you off the ground and spun you around.
“You're absolutely brilliant! You know that?” He said with a grin.
Without you, they wouldn’t have figured out what was missing from the potion in order to make Mrs. Norris blue. (And it was a lot easier than the spell that the twins taught Ron to ‘turn Scabbers yellow’)
Fred finally put you down, still holding you in his arms. Over his shoulder, you could see George giving you a teasing smile - along with a subtle wink.
“You’re going to tell Y/N that she’s brilliant but you won’t complement your own brother on his intelligence? That’s pathetic.” George joked.
Fred rolled his eyes as he stuck his tongue out at his twin, “You’re just jealous.”
George looked directly at you, giving a knowing smile, “Why would I?”
--
You and Fred were hanging out in the common room while George and Lee were serving detention with Snape.
The two of you were talking on the couch, your legs propped up on his lap.
“I didn’t know my lap was an extension of the couch.” He said with an amusing tone
You laughed, “Well now, it is.”
Fred playfully rolled his eyes, “You’re going to be the death of me woman.”
“I better be.” You said.
“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, fiddling with the band of your socks
Shaking your head you answered, “No. Why?”
He shrugged, “Nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to go stargazing with me later tonight?”
You bit your lip and hoped that the blush on your cheeks wasn’t obvious, your brain kept saying it’s a date!
But you knew it was not, giving him a smile you said, “Sure. Why not?”
Fred grinned widely, “Brilliant.”
--
“It’s a date!” Ginny squealed once you told her the news.
You tried to suppress a smile, “First of all, it’s not a date. Second of all, why would your brother want to take me on a date?”
But, Ginny wasn’t having any of it, “First of all, I don’t care what you say - it is a date. Second of all, I wonder why. Oh right, because he’s bloody in love with you.”
You rolled your eyes at her, “Whatever you say.”
--
You were nervous the whole time you were making your way to the astronomy tower.
It’s just Fred for Godric’s sake you scolded yourself, It’s not like he’s some other guy.
Little did you know that Fred was feeling the exact same thing.
“Hey Freddie.” You greeted quietly, giving the ginger male a small smile.
“Hi darling.” Fred said, patting the space next to him.
“The stars are beautiful.” You mused, looking up at the twinkling diamonds in the night sky.
“And so are you.” He said.
You felt a blush rising up to your cheeks, “Thanks.”
“I don’t wanna hide anymore.” He suddenly said, causing you to give him a confused look.
“What do you mean?”
“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I can’t imagine how I was able to live my life without you. You're one of the most important people in my life. And I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you with my entire soul and being. And I can’t imagine how I could live without you.”
You were stunned by the whole confession, but your body decided to act anyway. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, “I love you too.”
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Summary: After having a bad day, Fred snaps at his girlfriend, not knowing the real effect on her.
Warning/s: mentions of divorce
I walked back to the common room from the library. I saw my boyfriend, Fred, sitting on the couch by the fireplace with his head in his hands. I plopped down next to him, “Hey love, is everything alright?”
He hummed, avoiding my gaze.
I wrapped my arms around him, leaning a head on his shoulder, “Freddie, I know you’re lying. We can talk about it if you want.”
Fred shook his head, giving a small sigh and muttering, “I’m fine.”
I ran a hand through his hair, “You don’t have to talk about it. If you just want to cuddle, then it’s fine. If you want me to go deal with them, I’d be more than happy to.”
“For Godric’s sake!” He suddenly snapped, “I know you’re trying to help, but you’re being so annoying! Will you please just stop being talkative and clingy even just for one minute!”
I gaped at him, stunned at his sudden outburst, “S-sorry, if it bothers you that much. I’ll stop.”
My boyfriend was silent for a moment, “Look, honey-“
I stood up, “It’s okay Freddie. I think I’m just gonna go to bed. It’s getting pretty late, you should too.”
(Fred’s POV)
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “I just made things worse.”
I walked up to my dorm, falling face-first onto my bed.
“What happened?” George asked with a teasing tone, “Your day got any worse?”
“A whole lot worse.” I answered.
“Why? What happened?” Lee asked, sitting up on his bed.
“I might’ve snapped at Y/N.” I explained, flinching at the thought, “And I might’ve yelled at her.”
“Let’s hope she didn’t file for a divorce yet.” Lee said with a small chuckle.
I threw a pillow at him as he laughed, “It’s not funny!”
“Don’t worry about it, Freddie.” George said, “I’m sure that she’ll understand.”
I sighed, “I hope that you’re right this time.”
“Hey! I’m always right!”
—
Waiting for her to come down to the common room has never felt so long.
I stood by the staircase, a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of her favorite sweets in hand.
According to Angelina, she wasn’t acting strangely nor did she seem mad. That was enough to ease my thoughts… a little.
I then saw her walking down the stairs.
“Hey sweetheart!” I said, handing her the flowers and the sweets, “Look, I shouldn’t have yelled at you last night. You were trying your best to make me feel better and I appreciate that. So, having a bad day isn’t a reason to snap at you. I’m terribly sorry and I promise that I will make it up to you.”
She gave a small smile, kissing my cheek, “It’s okay Freddie. I understand, you don’t need to apologize.”
“Really?” I asked.
She nodded, “You were having a bad day. Anyone would’ve snapped.”
We held hands on the way to the Great Hall, but I could sense that something was wrong.
“Is she still mad at you?” George asked as he noticed the uneasy look on my face.
I shook my head, “She isn’t. I just have a bad feeling that there’s something wrong.”
Lee raised a brow, “Why?”
I shrugged, “She just kissed me on the cheek. She would’ve usually pulled me into a hug.”
—
The four of us were gathered around the common room fire, exchanging stories from our day.
Y/N sat next to me on the loveseat while Lee and George sat on the couch right across us.
But, my girlfriend was being awfully and strangely quiet. So, while Lee was giving a very detailed story about his latest date, I leaned down and whispered, “Are you okay sweetheart? You seem unusually quiet.”
She hummed, “I’m doing fine.”
I nodded, not quite satisfied with her answer as I pressed a kiss to her temple and draped an arm around her shoulder, “If you need me to take care of someone, just let me know.”
“Is everything alright with your girlfriend, Freddie?” Lee asked as we trudged up the stairs to our dorm.
“She’s been acting strangely lately.” George said.
I tucked my hands in my pockets, “She’s not as talkative and clingy as she used to be. And to be completely honest, I miss it.”
(Reader’s POV)
I was walking to the courtyard when I was suddenly pulled into a broom closet.
I looked up and saw that my captor had, in fact, been my boyfriend.
“What’re we doing here?” I asked.
“Darling.” He said, moving a stray hair away from my face, “I know, there’s something wrong. You haven’t been as talkative and clingy as before. I miss it so much baby girl.”
“Really?” I said in disbelief, “I thought you find it annoying? Because it’s okay if it annoys you. I don’t ever want you to find me annoying.”
He cupped my cheek with his hand, causing me to melt in his touch, “I don’t find it annoying. I find it absolutely adorable. And you will never ever be annoying to me.”
“Promise?” I asked.
He smiled, leaning forward and pressing our lips together, “Promise.”
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Summary: While doing wedding plans, Y/N finds out a secret about her fiancé.
A/N: This fic has been a collab with @an2402lths.I had so much fun writing this with you!
It was a nice summer day. You had just gone back from a little girl’s day out with Ginny and Hermione.
“Freddie! I’m home!” You announced, shutting the door behind you.
You didn't hear a response, which was a bit odd since Fred always answered, you looked for him around the house only to find him in the bedroom you shared with him. He was writing something down which made you curious.
“Hey, Freddie.” You said softly, careful not to startle him
He flinched at the sound of your voice, it was clear he didn't notice when you arrived since he was too busy writing, "H-hey darling, how was your day?" He asked, trying to sound natural but instantly failing.
“It went great, Hermione and I almost splurged at the bookstore.” You said with a small laugh, failing to notice the stutter in his words, “How about you?”
He let out a nervous laugh, "Oh, I was just doing work stuff, nothing out of the ordinary" he said, closing the journal that was resting on his lap.
You playfully squinted your eyes at him, “Is there something wrong honey? You look nervous.”
His eyes widened at your words, "what are you talking about, darling?" He said, his voice changing to full confidence in a second, shocking you a little bit.
You laughed, brushing it off, “Well, you just sound so nervous. I thought there was something going on.”
"I'm not nervous at all, love" he said, scratching the back of his head, when suddenly an idea popped out in his head, "Hey darling, is it okay if we start with the wedding plans? We need to start organizing this thing before it gets a little stressful" he changed the subject, trying to make you forget about his previous antics.
You hummed, noting how quickly he changed the subject as you pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Besides, when was Fred Weasley ever organized?
“Okay then.” You answered, “What did you have in mind?”
"Well I think we should decide the time and place, how many guests are going, the bridesmaids and many stuff" he said, opening up his journal, quickly changing the page he was previously writing on, to subtly going through a new page.
You chuckled, “Slow down hotshot, one at a time. What should we do first?”
He playfully rolled his eyes at you, "Who would be the bridesmaids?" He asked, getting ready to write it down.
“That’s easy.” You said, “Angelina is my maid of honor. Ginny, Hermione, Alicia, Katie and Luna will be my bridesmaids.”
He smiled at your comment, quickly writing it down as you tried to ignore his “unique” style of writing, "The best man will be George of course, and also Lee, Oliver, Harry, Ron and Bill." He finished writing that part, "Where do you want to have the wedding?"
"Of course not, darling" he looked at you fondly, "I was going to say the Burrow too" he winked at you, "how many guests do you want to have? I was thinking about 50 maybe?"
“Make it 50 to 60.” You decided, “Who are we inviting anyway?”
"Our families and closest friends, I was thinking about inviting Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Sprout, since both of them made a bet before we were dating, about when will we finally be together" He recounted, causing the both of you to laugh at the memory.
“Don’t forget Professor Flitwick, he also made a bet. And Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch.” You reminded him.
"Let's invite all the professors!" He joked, "What kind of music would you like?" He asked, making a thinking face which made him look a lot more silly, causing you to giggle.
You then thought about it for a moment, “Love songs? It is a wedding after all.”
"Yes, but let's also have a little bit of everything, we have to keep it upbeat, remember?" He winked at you.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him, “Of course.”
"Great" he said, quickly writing it down
“What else?” You asked, running a hand through his hair
He was running out of ideas, he had to be quick, "Hey, do you want to hire one of those muggle DJ's we love?" He gave you a nervous smile
“Sure.” You answered, “Why not? Oh, and what about the theme of the wedding?”
"Well if you let me choose, my theme will be that everyone gets drunk" he said excitedly, winking at you and writing it down as a joke.
You laughed, “So you want me to make a complete fool of myself at our wedding?”
"Darling, I would never let you do that" he said incredulously, "...alone" he teased.
You rolled your eyes at him, “I didn’t know that you kept a journal.”
He was surprised by your changes of subject, but he tried to act as normal as he could, "Oh, this thing?" He said, failing instantly, "This is just a thing for work, not that important" he let out a nervous laugh, "Anyways, let's stick with the wedding plans" he tried to avoid your eyes
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Okay, so if everyone has to get drunk, how will we even remember anything the next day? Besides, I don’t fancy spending my first night married with a drunk husband.”
He laughed at your comment, "That's why I said that we would be the sober ones, besides, it would be HILARIOUS, can you imagine Percy drunk?" He laughed at the thought, jokingly writing it down.
You started laughing, “Oh, I would pay money to see Percy drunk.”
"See? Let me write it down" he said excitedly, but what you noticed is that he kept the journal far away from you, and that he was trying to hide something from you.
You slowly inched your hand in the direction of his journal, while you kept talking, “How about Hermione? Can you imagine how she would be when she’s drunk?”
Fred laughed even harder, not noticing your sudden closeness, "That would be brilliant! Ron would have to take care of her but I reckon he's going to be even more drunk.”
“How about if your parents are drunk.” You mused, your hand an inch away from the journal and all its secrets.
He was too busy laughing while imagining his family in a drunk state, that he didn't notice how close you were to his journal, "I can't wait to see that" he laughed.
“Oh, and imagine if Harry was drunk.” You said with a victorious smile as your fingers grabbed on to the edge of the journal.
It was too late before he noticed your plan, as you quickly grabbed the journal and ran away with it. "Hey! Give it back!" Fred said, a worried tone lacing his voice.
“Why?” You teased, “Don’t want me reading your deepest, darkest secrets?”
His worried face confused you deeply, but what Fred didn't wanted you to know is that the journal was about you, he wrote about you since your first anniversary, there were letters he was too shy to give them to you, he also made lists about little things he loved about you, pictures and many other things. "Love, please give it back" he almost begged, but your curiosity was killing you.
“Okay.” You said, luring him into a false sense of security, “After I read it.”
"Fine, do it. But i can't be here when you read it" he said almost coldly but you could sense a hint of nervousness and worry, then he proceeded to walk to your little garden.
“Hey! Where’re you going?” You asked, now being worried about him, he never acted this way before.
"I'll let you read it, but please don't make me stay and watch you do it." He was clearly embarrassed, trying to avoid your eyes and looking at the ground.
“Why?” You asked, “Look, if it makes you uncomfortable then I won’t read it.”
"It's not that" he said, scratching the back of his head, still not looking at you, "I'm embarrassed that you'll read it." He said, you could notice a slight blush appearing in his cheeks and nose, making him look instantly adorable.
You giggled, “Why?”
"Just read it and you'll find out." he said, almost storming out of the living room, not giving you a chance to answer him.
You ran after him and grabbed his arm, “Come on. I’ve already seen your baby picture. What’s so bad about the journal?”
"You really are stubborn" he laughed, "I'm too embarrassed to tell you, just read it darling, I will be outside if you need me." he said, rushing outside so you couldn't notice how flustered he was getting.
You were confused about what could possibly be in the journal that made the Fred Weasley scared. You actually contemplated on whether or not to read it.
But as Fred said, you were too stubborn, and you already had the journal in your hands, and he basically allowed you to read it. Now it was time for you to get nervous, what was he hiding? But you weren't expecting what you read when you opened it in the first page. It was a collage, there were plenty of pictures of you and Fred throughout the years, your first picture with him as friends, to one you took a week ago.
A small gasp was pulled from you when you turned the page, it was a page filled with pictures of the little trinkets that you gave each other over the years that always had a special meaning.
You turned the page only to find out a list he made, about the things he loves about you.
-Little things I love about Y/n-
• She lights up candles in the middle of the night because she thinks it's romantic
• She sometimes snorts when she laughs (which is adorable)
• She says she doesn't like her laugh (which is stupid so you have to remind her that it's the best sound you've ever heard)
• She frowns when she tries to concentrate
• She talks to the plants like they're real people (and even apologizes when she doesn't give enough attention to one)
• She's just as stubborn as me (sometimes even more)
• You could never get mad at her even if you tried
• Her eyes light up when she talks about something she loves
• She looks like a goddess without even trying
• Her hair is so soft
• She likes to match nail polish with you
• Everytime she laughs is like music to my ears
• But if she ever tells you to stop tickling her, do. It. She will be annoyed af at you in a second (if she's in a bad mood)
• She manages to light up a room with her presence
• She's so precious, I don't even know how I got so lucky to call her mine
• She rarely gets mad or annoyed, so when she does make sure to be there for her, understand her and let her know that she's not alone
Your eyes teared up a little at the list, he remembered every single little thing about you.
You continued to the next page, and you noticed that it wasn't a list, but instead, it was a letter. At first, you were shocked that he didn't gave it to you, but as you read it you realized that he was just too shy to give it to you, because it was about the time he fell in love with you.
Dear Y/N,
I’m pretty sure that I’ll never be able to give this to you in person. But, I can’t keep it away any more. I love you so much. I actually never realized that until now. How your brilliant smile is capable of lighting up even my darkest days. How your laugh is like music to my ears. How you’re always there to cheer me up. I don’t know how I’ve lived my life without you. Even though I know that you’ll never feel the same way. I am still lucky to have you in my life.
Love,
Freddie
You were speechless, you wanted to run where he was to give him a huge hug and laugh at how you were in love with him even before he wrote the letter.
But, being the stubborn one you were. You decided that it could wait and turned the page.
As you turned the page you could see a timeline of your relationship with Fred, he added pictures and important dates, his messy handwriting and how he decorated the journal had you almost melting. Your favorite photos with him were there, and one being when you first got together with him, he was spinning you around in the air while you both were laughing, you didn't know about the existence of that photo until Molly admitted that she took it.
You wondered why Fred feared about you reading the journal. Why would he be so embarrassed since it was so sweet and adorable?
You contusion to read the timeline, he wrote very little detail about your relationship, whether it was when you had your first kiss with him, when you told him you loved him for the first time, when you spent Christmas at the Burrow with his family, when he met your family for the first time, and many other memories. The pictures couldn't get more adorable. There was another one of your favorites, where Fred was hugging you from behind and he was kissing your cheek, you had the biggest smile ever. In that moment your heart started to beat faster as you recognized that you were always smiling and laughing when you were with him.
You could hear him getting closer to you, but you didn't mind, you wanted to hug him and kiss his entire face and just tell him how much you love him. "Freddie, this is the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me" you looked at him with teary eyes.
He looked confused, thinking you were just teasing him, “Really?”
"Yes! Really!" You giggled, giving him a bone crushing hug, "I'm so lucky that I get to call you mine, I adore you Fred Weasley.”
“You didn’t think that the journal was weird? Like I’m some creepy stalker?” He asked.
"What?" You said incredulous, "Of course not! Freddie, I didn't know someone could love me like you do, I wish I had one journal myself so I could let you know how much i love you" you caressed his cheek softly.
He sighed in relief, “I’m so glad you liked it. George teased me a lot when he saw me writing in that.”
You laughed at his comment, "You're the sweetest person in the world, did you know that?" You asked, noticing right away the blush coming out of his cheeks and nose, "Look at you! Getting all shy and flustered, who knew Fred Weasley could do that?" you teased, as your smile never left your lips.
"Yes you are!" You laughed, "look how adorable you look!" You said using a baby voice, squishing his cheeks playfully.
He playfully pouted at you, “No, I’m not.”
"Yes you are" you stubbornly said, "You are the cutest human being ever" you started poking his sides.
He held your wrists in his hand to stop you from poking him any further, “No, you are.”
"Nope, I think everyone can agree that you are the cutest" You rolled your eyes playfully at him, trying to move your wrists from his hand.
He kept your wrist in a tight grip, “As much as you flatter me darling, you’re definitely cuter than me.”
"Remember that I'm just as stubborn as you" you warned him, "Now, could you please let go of my wrists?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
“No.” He said, pressing a small kiss to your lips.
"Why not?" You laughed incredulously, still trying to move your wrists.
“Because,” He said, pretending to think, “I want to keep kissing you.”
"You know you can still do that if you let go, right?" You said, trying to make it look obvious.
He hummed, “You might run away.”
"And why would I run away?" You giggled, feigning innocence.
“Because I know you too well.” He said.
"I don't run away everytime you try to kiss me!" You retorted.
“Yes you do!” He argued.
"I think you're getting confused over here love, I run away when we play fight because I know what you will do to win" you tried to explain, trying so hard not to smile.
“Here we go again.” Fred sarcastically groaned.
"What are you talking about?" You laughed, sometimes you forgot how stubborn you two can be.
“I’m talking about how we always argue about the same topic. Over and over again.” He said.
"Well it's not my fault that you're too stubborn to let it go!" You said, “And what's the 'same topic' anyway?"
“About how you run away because I don’t accept the fact that you’re right.” He answered.
“Okay fine. And I forgot to ask you, how is your writing so neat in the journal?” You asked
"Hey! I wanted to make it special so I put in a bit more effort." He shrugged.
“Aaw,” you cooed, “That’s so sweet.”
"I think I'm going to have the journal back, I don't want you to read this whole page I have about your smile and laugh." He laughed nervously, trying to grab the journal but you immediately stopped him.
“Wait a minute.” You said, “There’s a page about that?”
He immediately regretted telling you that, knowing that you would want to read it right away, "Well, yes." He almost whispered, "Can I have the journal back, darling?" He tried to take it away from you.
You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, “Can you read to me please?”
He tried so hard not to fall for your puppy dog eyes, but failed miserably, "F-fine" he said nervously, "Yay! Thank you, love!" you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Both of you sat down while you rested your head on his shoulder, waiting for him to start.
"She claims she doesn't like her laugh." He continued reading, not wanting to look at you, "But everytime I hear her laugh or see her smile i can't help but melt and feel all tingly, how her wrinkles in her eyes pop out, how I can see her beautiful eyes when she laughs, how she sometimes snorts when she can’t take it anymore." You both laughed at that, "How her eyes squint when I tickle her sides (she says she hates it, but we know it's not true)" He then looked up to wink at you which made you roll your eyes playfully, "I swear her smile could light up an entire universe, nothing makes me happier that seeing her beautiful smile" as he continued reading you couldn't help but tear up, feeling many emotions in you.
You sniff, not wanting Fred to stop on the account of you crying like a baby.
"Hey, is everything alright?" He said worriedly, "Did I say something wrong?"
“No, everything’s fine.” You said.
"Are you sure?" He asked, "Yes, now please continue!" You said while the both of you giggled.
He then continued on reading until he finished the page, looking at you to see what your reaction would be.
You were speechless, of course you knew how much he loved you, but you will never stop getting all those butterflies everytime he told you he loved you.
"Freddie, please look at me." You said, reaching for his chin with your hand, moving his head to make him look at you as you caressed his cheek softly, "I didn't know anyone could ever love me the way you do, I'm so lucky I get to call you mine in this lifetime." You finished and got closer to him to give him a proper kiss this time.
He smiled, “I must’ve been a saint in my past life if I get to be with a goddess like you in this one.”
"You are such a romantic." you joked, "And you really don't like the idea of me saying that I don't like my laugh, huh?" You smiled.
“How many times do I have to say it?” He teased.
"Say what, Freddie?" You pretended to be confused.
“That I love your laugh!” He said.
"And how many times do I have to tell you that I hate it?" You said, "It’s not cute Freddie, it's more like a wheeze and then it gets loud.” You chuckled.
“It’s like a baby’s laugh.” He insisted, “Why do you have such a hard time believing me?”
"I dont know." you shrugged, "I guess I have a hard time liking one of my insecurities, but I'm starting to accept it thanks to you, so thank you Freddie." you said, not wanting to look at him.
“Aaw,” he teased, “is my baby getting flustered now?”
"Oh, stop it Freddie!" You laughed, pushing him playfully.
“Why?” He continued, “You’re adorable!”
"Freddie, stop teasing me!" You giggled, trying to hide your blush.
“Why?” He asked, turning your head to face him.
"Because I say so." you poked your tongue out to him.
“But you’re adorable.” He cooed.
"Stop that! I'm not adorable!” you tried to hide your smile but failed miserably.
“Yes you are.” Fred teased.
"I don't know where you got that idea." you teased back at him.
“From my heart.” He answered without a second thought.
"You're so cheesy." you laughed at him, but in fact, his comment melted your heart, but you still wanted to mess with him.
“At least you love it.” He said, running a hand through your hair.
"Yeah, but I love you the most.” you said, looking at him fondly.
After the playful fight and a romantic dinner, Y/N waited for Fred to fall asleep, she tried her hardest to sneak out of bed without waking him up. Then, she went to the living room and searched for a forgotten journal she had remembered.
After dusting it off, she took a pen and a few pictures and started. Fred Weasley being her muse.
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Summary: To Fred, his girlfriend's laugh is a song of an angel.
Warning/s: Mentions of blood, war, pregnancy
Flashback is in italics.
(Fred’s POV)
To me, her laugh was one of the greatest sounds in the whole wide world. She thinks that it’s obnoxious, but I beg to differ, I think that it’s cute.
It’s like the heavens opened up and the angels started singing. Her laugh is calming, similar to the sound of ocean waves touching the shore on a lazy Sunday morning.
She hated it, but to me, it was the song of an angel.
Her laugh always depended on her mood, it wasn't noticeable but I could always tell them apart.
--
We were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, the faint light of dawn appearing through the windows as Y/N and I stayed cuddled up on the couch.
I told her about a prank my twin and I had pulled on Snape earlier that day. She started laughing. It was the kind of laugh that almost made her eyes disappear as she clutched her stomach. It was the laugh that instantly awakened the butterflies inside of me. It was the laugh that made me all fuzzy inside. It was the laugh that made me feel like the luckiest person in the whole wide world.
--
Gryffindor had just won a Quidditch match against Slytherin. Y/N, George and I were walking back from the locker rooms when we passed by Pucey's group.
"Oi L/N!" Pucey calls out, causing the three of us to look at him.
"What?" Y/N answers.
"I don't know what a pretty thing like you does hanging around with losers like those Weasels." He said, laughing amongst his buddies.
Before George and I could react, my girlfriend had beaten us to it, "What did you say Pucey? I didn't quite catch it the first time." She said, giving a snicker as she looked at him in distaste. That laugh of hers meant she was ready to fight. It made me feel a sense of pride because it shows that absolutely no one can mess with my girl.
Before he could even repeat what he had just said, Y/N had already walked two steps towards him and punched his face so hard that his blood splattered on her knuckle.
She pointed a finger at the Slytherin, "Talk about them like that and you'll get so much more than just a bloody nose."
--
"And then Ron ran out of the dorm, screaming like a girl. He was scared out of his bloody mind." I stopped telling the story when I heard no response from her.
"Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?" I asked, stopping in my tracks as she looked at me.
Her eyes told me that she was not okay but she mustered a small smile as she gave a brittle and hollow laugh. The laugh that failed to hide the fact that she was feeling miserable. It broke my heart that she was trying to cover up her feelings.
"Of course I'm fine Freddie." She said, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Darling," I said, placing a hand on her cheek, "I know you're not okay so please tell me what's wrong."
She sighed, burying her head into my chest as she wrapped her arms around my torso, "Fine. You got me, I had a very bad day."
I rubbed her back comfortingly, "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me?"
She sniffed, "You were just so happy while telling me the story and I didn't want to ruin your mood."
I pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "Princess, you can tell me everything. I'm sorry for not noticing it before."
--
It was almost time to fight. George, Y/N and I watched from one of the towers of Hogwarts the lights that danced around the castle, covering it with protective enhancements.
I interlocked my hand with my girlfriend's, "Don't worry princess, we'll make it out of here together."
She gave a nervous laugh, one that tried to enlighten the mood but failed to cover the fear that grew in her eyes.
"Hey," I said as she turned her gaze back to me, "We'll be fine. I'm not going anywhere without you."
She smiled, pressing a kiss on my lips, "Don't go making any promises you can't keep."
"Don't worry sweetheart, I have every intention of keeping this one."
--
"You think we got away from him Freddie?" George asks as we hid inside an empty room.
"I think we did Georgie." I said as I started to look around the room.
I saw a giant mirror in front of us, the words Mirror of Erised engraved on top.
I took a look, expecting to see my reflection but I saw something else.
It was me and Y/N, we were all grown-up. And married. We were standing in front of a small house. And there were two kids, a boy and a girl, running around, both of them were ginger. And Y/N smiled up at me as she placed a hand on her stomach, a small bump peeping through her shirt.
"Whatcha thinking about Freddie?" Y/N asked, as she rested her hands on her knees, her wedding band glimmering under the sunlight.
"Nothing important." I reassured, helping her stand up as she leaned against me.
"Kids! Stop tiring your mother! She's pregnant and she needs rest!" I called out to the two little gingers chasing each other around the yard.
"Okay dad!" The kid answered.
She laughed, the laugh that was music to my ears, the laugh that was a song of an angel. "Honestly Freddie, I'm fine."
I pressed a kiss to her temple, "You're pregnant. You need rest."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say Freddie."
"Let me remind you love, that's just our third child. We still have four more to go."
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