Red is the Warmest colour
Fred Weasley Fanfiction
Couple: Reader (Malfoy) x Fred
Request: Anonymous said to sangster-fandom: Hey can I request a malfoy! Reader with Fred Weasley? Thanks.
Pt2
Being a Malfoy and having feelings for a Weasley was not a good mix.
What made it worse was that on your first day of Hogwarts, your twin brother, Draco, had pretty much declared his hatred on the Weasley family, which instantly meant the whole of the school thought you felt the same way.
Although you looked like Draco and was placed in Slytherin with Draco. You were not Draco! Which meant you had your own mind, your own views and your own feelings towards the matter.
And since laying eyes on Fred Weasley, your feelings were thrown into overdrive.
You had fallen in love with him on the first day of school and three years later, you still found yourself tracking his every move and dreaming about him every night.
But you knew deep down, it could never go anywhere. Because if the fact that you were a Malfoy and in Slytherin wasn’t enough, he also had to be two years older than you.
In your second year at Hogwarts, you thought it would be great to try out for the Quidditch team with Draco, because at least then you may have more interaction with Fred and actually get him to notice you, with your Quidditch skills.
But instead, the only interaction you got was him trying to hit bludgers at you during matches and this time it had actually worked.
You crumpled to the ground, barely able to move after the fifty foot drop.
The last thing you remembered before descending into darkness was a flash of red and strong arms caressing your body, lifting you up off the sandy ground.
You woke up in the hospital room.
Your arm was in a sling and you could feel the bruises surrounding your body.
You tried to think back to what had happened and pictured the bludger coming towards you and colliding with your arm, which had made you lose balance and fall off of your broom.
But there was something else. Something almost warm and inviting. Something Red.
Your eyes fluttered back open and you looked down to see a figure resting their head on your bed, fast asleep.
You expected it to be Draco, but was shocked to see a mass of red hair and red quidditch clothes and then you remembered.
Fred Weasley.
He had carried you to the Hospital wing and by the looks of it, hadn’t left your side since.
You mentally cursed yourself that the only alone time you’ve had together, you were unconscious, covered in mud and bruises and your long silver hair was probably a frizzy mess.
You reached for the mirror on the table and examined yourself and to your horror you were right. Your hair was all over the place, you had a deep cut on your lip and a cheek and your left eye was bruised.
You let out a sigh, which caused Fred to stir, but to your relief he didn’t wake up.
You felt awkward about doing it, but decided to use this chance to examine Fred’s sleeping face, which of course was too adorable for words.
You smiled down at him, wishing he would see you as you saw him.
He began to talk in his sleep, mumbling something about sweets and quidditch and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
His eyes opened at the sound of your laugh and he looked up at you for a moment, both of you getting lost in each others eyes, before he sat upright suddenly and pulled his hand through his hair uncomfortably.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He whispers.
“It’s okay.” You respond.
“And I didn’t mean to hit you with that bludger...” He trails off awkwardly.
“Yes you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have been aiming for me.” You laugh and his head shot up in response, so he could stare right at you.
“I... Okay maybe I was aiming for you, but usually you bust out an awesome quidditch move and block it. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known I was going to actually hit you.”
You stare back at him in shock “Oh okay. I thought you just hated me because I was in Slytherin or Draco’s sister or something.”
His eyes look at you worried and he grabs your hand for support “Oh no! I don’t want you to think of me that way! I have nothing against you being in Slytherin or because you’re related to that git- no offence- You’ve never done anything mean against me or anyone that I know of, so I have nothing against you... I promise.”
You were shocked at his sincerity and the fact that he seemed to know so much about you.
“So you were impressed by my amazing Quidditch skills?” You joke and he laughs in response.
“Yeah, they’re actually pretty spectacular. They’re always the highlight of our matches. I can barely keep my eyes off you... in case I miss something cool.” He trails off.
Your face blushes a bright red at his words and after seeing your reaction, his face does the same.
“Well... I, erm... I better be going. I need to change out of my Quidditch gear. But I’ll see you later?” He questions and you nod your head in response.
A bright smile spreads across his face, which sends butterflies to your stomach. You had seen him smile thousands of times, but never once had it been directed at you. It almost caused you to faint all over again.
You watched him walk out of the hospital wing and pass your brother as he made his way in.
You were glad to see your brother, but also slightly annoyed, knowing he was about to ruin your special moment.
“What was the Weasley doing here?” You hated how he sneered the name, but simply smiled in response.
“He carried me to the hospital wing remember?” You ask confused.
“Yes but that was yesterday! Don’t tell me he’s been here all night? They wouldn’t even let me in until this morning and I’m your brother!”
Fred was true to his word and came to visit you a few hours later, carrying a handful of sweets and chocolates and dumping them on your bedside cabinet.
You were glad you had time earlier to shower and straighten out your hair, so at least you looked more presentable. But truthfully, you weren’t sure if Fred was going to come back, but he did!
“Are these all for me?!” You ask in shock, as he beams down at you.
“Of course! I figured I kind of owed you and what’s better than sweets?!” He exclaims excitedly and you find yourself answering ‘You!’ in your mind.
He was about to take the seat beside your bed, but instead looked at the empty space near the bottom of your bed and sat there instead, crossing his legs and looking over at you eagerly.
“Just because you brought me sweets, doesn’t mean you can hop straight into bed with me!” You joke and he rolls his eyes at you.
“It’s not my fault that chairs super uncomfortable and I’ve already spent all night on it.” He states.
“Why did you spend all night here?” You question.
He rubs his hand across his neck and looks up at you sheepishly “I wanted to apologise as soon as you woke up, to be sure that you wouldn’t hate me.”
“I could never hate you...” You trail off awkwardly “I mean, you did nothing wrong. People always get hurt playing quidditch, it’s part of the job.”
He nods in agreement.
“But how did you manage to stay here all night? My brother said he wasn’t allowed in.” You question and a smirk forms on his face.
“I have my ways. There are a lot of secret passageways around this castle, that I’m pretty sure only me and my brother know about.”
You look at him impressed “That’s awesome, but how do you know you’ve found them all.”
He laughs at your response “I like how you think Y/N! We have a way for that too. I could show you the passageways sometime if you like?”
You were shocked that he was willing to spend time with you after you had left the hospital wing, but there was no way you were going to miss out on this chance. You had been waiting for years after all.
“Of course! That sounds awesome.” You exclaim and he laughs at your optimism.
“Okay it’s a date.”
Date. Date. DATE!
The word kept echoing around your mind and was even beginning to haunt your dreams.
Fred had been visiting you every night for the past week and today was the day you were finally being dismissed from the hospital wing.
Your injuries were almost completely healed and the effects from some of the potions had even made your hair grow longer and your skin to become softer. But you weren’t going to complain, because you had a date!
You changed out of your pajamas and into your favourite burgundy skirt, black jumper and lace up boots.
You were dressing to impress, but also comfortably, as you weren’t sure how cold and dark the passageways might be.
Fred had planned to meet you in the hospital wing after dinner and you paced around the bed anxiously.
You knew where the passageway was, so eventually made your way over to the entrance, too anxious to wait around any longer.
Soon enough the passageway slid open slightly and a hand pulled you through.
It was pitch black inside, so you commanded “lumos.” and soon enough the tunnel was filled with light.
You were shocked at the close proximity you and Fred were in, your nose almost touching his chest, so you moved back slightly, your heart almost beating out of your chest.
You checked him over and he did the same to you.
He was wearing a red burgundy jumper with the letter F on the front, which matched your skirt and black skinny jeans and converse.
He looked amazing.
You glanced up at him and his mouth hung open in shock “Is there something wrong?” You ask, frightened there might be a spider in your hair.
He pulls himself together and looks into your eyes “No, nothing. You just look great! I didn’t expect you to be wearing Gryffindor colours.”
You roll your eyes playfully “Yeah well I like this colour. It’s really warming.”
He laughs at your response “Yep, red is the warmest colour!” He grabs your hand and pulls you along the tunnel, leaving you completely flustered.
You were glad he was dragging you along, because you were unsure whether you were able to walk on your own.
You reached the end of the passageway and he led you out into the corridor and straight into another one.
This one was a lot smaller, so you occasionally had to duck or squeeze through and you were wondering how Fred was able to manage.
You finally reached a set of steps, leading up to a trap door. Fred let go of your hand to push it across and after checking if it was clear, he resumed holding your hand and pulled you up into a small room.
You looked around and noticed packaged boxes on the floor. “Honeydukes?” You question and he nods in response.
“Yep, this is my favourite passageway.”
“I’m not surprised why. Is this how you managed to get me all of those sweets?!” You exclaim and he laughs.
“Guilty.”
After exploring Hogsmeade, you made your way to the Three Broomsticks, as all the shops were beginning to close.
He lead you over to a booth in the corner and you got comfortable as you watched him bargain with the barmaid to not tell any of the teachers you were there on a school night and to pour you both a butter beer.
His charm seemed to have worked, as a few minutes later he sat beside you, placing a Butter beer on the table in front of you.
You thank him for the drink and sip it cautiously, before downing the whole drink “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” You exclaim and he laughs at your reaction.
“Have you never had a Butter beer before?” He questions and you shake your head.
“No, I’ve never been to Hogsmeade before.”
He looks at you confused, before realising why “Of course! I always forget you’re younger than me and the third years had their first trip here the other day when you were in hospital.” He looks down awkwardly “I’m sorry about that. You missed out on that experience because of me.”
You rest your hand in his reassuringly “Don’t worry about it! I’m glad I’m here with you, I’m having a much better time than I would have. It’s all about the company more than anything.”
He raises his eyebrows at you “You enjoy my company?”
“Of course! You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met and I’m glad you hit me with that bludger.”
He bursts into laughter at your response and you pout, as you were deadly serious about what you said “It’s not funny.”
He wipes a tear from his eye “I’m sorry Y/N, I just don’t think that sentence has ever been said before. But for what it’s worth, I’m glad I hit you with that bludger too.”
He leans towards you and glances down to your lips.
Your heart begin to speed up as you lean into him in response.
Soon enough his hand is on the back of your neck, pulling you closer and your lips finally touch.
You melt into him. The taste of Butter beer still lingering on both of your lips. He licks at your bottom lip affectionately and you moan into his mouth.
Your mind had been going crazy all day, but finally it had become blank and all you could focus on was the intensity of Fred’s kiss.
You had been going out with Fred since that day, but you both decided to keep your relationship a secret for the moment, as you weren’t sure how your brother was going to react.
Of course it wasn’t long before Fred’s twin George figured out what was happening between the two of you, as you had accidentally held his hand in the crowd of people lining up to visit Hogsmeade.
You were so embarrassed about what happened, but in your defence you could only see red hair in the crowd of people, otherwise you would’ve known it wasn’t Fred.
“So if I saw your brother’s hair in the crowd, you wouldn’t mind if I gave him a quick kiss?” Fred joked and you slapped his arm playfully.
“Don’t be ridiculous he’s a boy and I’m a girl!”
“You could’ve fooled me.” He jokes and you throw a snowball at his head.
“You’re so mean Fred Weasley!”
“But you love me anyway?” He questions.
“Yes I love you anyway.” It was the first time you had ever said it and it caused your heart to beat uncontrollably. But as soon as he told you he loved you too, you were unable to function.
“I think you broke her.” George jokes and pokes your cheek.
You barely respond and continue to stare into Fred’s beautiful brown eyes. You still couldn’t believe he loved you back, it just seemed too good to be true.
“I know what will fix her.” He leans down and kisses you tenderly.
You sigh into him and return the kiss, which causes George to pretend to gag.
You both pull away laughing and instantly stop when you notice Draco standing a few feet away, staring daggers at the three of you.
Maybe it was too good to be true.
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