summary: home from romania with charlie, you experience your first christmas at the burrow, and a bit of extra attention from one of his brothers as well
you were a year younger than charlie in school, and had played on the quidditch team with him since you joined third year. in your hogwarts years, you called the weasley boy a friend, but that soon turned to something more when you started your internship in romania the summer after graduation.
having worked there a year already, charlie was the one to show you the ropes of dragon training. you spent a lot of time together in your first few months, and he wasn't afraid to go after you then.
and three years later, here you were, having christmas with his family.
charlie rarely went home for the holidays, or really for any reason, but this year you had been around for the triwizard tournament at hogwarts. you'd shown ron the dragons, and he'd told harry indirectly, and soon enough molly knew that you were in town and insisted you stayed for the holidays. and even though you didn't stay the whole time through due to work, you managed to convince charlie to head back and spend some time off at the burrow.
you loved the weasleys and you always had. you'd met them back in school and had grown close when they came out to visit you and charlie. the only sibling you hadn't been at school with at some point was ginny, only missing her by a year, and so you were friends with near all of them. they loved you and hoped you and charlie would marry eventually.
though, one boy in particular secretly prayed you wouldn't.
"charlie! y/n!" molly cheered as you stood at the doorstep, your bags flung over charlie's shoulder.
she tugged you both inside, giving you fierce hugs as you breathed out a laugh. "it's good to see you, molly," you told her, not even trying at the whole 'mrs. weasley' bit, since you knew she'd correct you anyways.
she pulled away to cup your cheeks, looking you over quickly. "oh, it's so good to see you too, dear." she turned to her son, running a hand over the scruff that he called a beard and clicking her tongue. "you've got to shave that, darling, it makes you look a mess."
he swatted her hand away, laughing. "it makes me look rugged, mum."
"it's a style," you told her, shooting charlie a teasing grin as he reached around to pinch your side.
she chuckled, waving him off and turning around to lead you both farther into the warm burrow. "of course it is. always a new style going on with the kids nowadays." she clapped her hands, reaching the stairs. "now, you know where your room is. y/n, will you be staying with ginny or charlie? hermione is staying with us this christmas too, so you three could have a fun little girls party in the room."
you exchanged a look with charlie, trying not to giggle at the thought of spending the entire two weeks you had here with the thirteen and fourteen year olds. as sweet as they were, this was supposed to be a vacation for you and your boyfriend, not a slumber party.
"sounds fun, but i'll just stay with charlie," you answered with a smile.
molly nodded in understanding. "yes, alright, dear." she waved her wand and suddenly the bags on charlie's shoulder were floating up the stairs, and then she was yelling up them, "kids, charlie's here!"
immediate ruckus began upstairs and you laughed, squeezing charlie's arm before stepping towards the kitchen. "i'm going to grab a glass of water."
he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and then nodded, laughing as fred and george came bounding into the staircase, ginny on their heels. "alright, love. be quick, though, they'll want to see you."
molly smiled widely as she watched you both, hands clasped together as you nodded.
"of course," you hummed before fleeing to the kitchen. you waved your wand and soon had a glass of water in your hand, leaning against the counter as you moved to sip on it.
in the other room, the sound of siblings reuniting made your smile widen, the instant teasing of the twins and reluctant greeting from percy causing you to chuckle.
and then they all barreled into the kitchen, ginny finding you first even as the twins and your boyfriend came following at steady paces behind her.
the ginger girl grinned as she raced towards you. "y/n!"
you laughed, setting your glass down and accepting a hug from the young girl. "hello, ginny."
"y/n?"
you looked past her to see harry and ron stood in the doorway, hermione peeking out behind them with a knowing smile. ron's face was flushed, his eyes wide as he watched each twin give you a crushing hug, and then you force percy into one before you approached the golden trio.
"hi guys," you said with a smile, tilting your head.
hermione was the first to answer, harry too busy giving ron a teasing grin as she stepped out from behind them. "how are you?" she asked, giving you a quick hug before pulling back warmly.
"i'm well, thanks," you answered happily. harry hugged you then next, and then it was ron's turn. behind you, the twins snickered, ginny raising a brow at her older brother as he made eye contact with them all over your shoulder, arms hesitant around you. you pulled back, hands coming to his shoulders as you looked him over. "ronald, look at you! you're huge now, practically a man!"
"yes, practically," charlie hummed in amusement as you stepped back to his side, throwing an arm over your shoulders before wagging his brows at his brother.
ron's cheeks tinted an even darker shade of red and he swallowed harshly. "yes, well, i am in fourth year now."
you clicked your tongue, shaking your head. "wow. i remember you in first year, all little and sweet. three years does a lot to a person, doesn't it?"
all his brothers noticed the way he looked you over then, nodding. "yes, it does."
when you were at hogwarts with him, it was your seventh year and his first, and you were head girl. you'd showed the eleven year olds around the school and helped them find their classes, and had taken a special liking to the golden trio after harry joined the quidditch team. it was also at that time that you'd begun writing to charlie about the internship opportunities at the reserve, so you took extra care with ron as well.
and he had eaten it up.
it was the first real crush he could remember ever having, and even after you started dating his brother it never really went away. especially now that you were in his house over the holidays.
"we're going to unpack real quick and then we'll be back down," charlie said with a smile. "we'll play some games, yeah?"
"yes, your dad has gotten a few new muggle board games he's been itching to play," molly said, clapping her hands excitedly.
you giggled. "that sounds perfect."
charlie pulled you upstairs, his siblings beginning to bustle about the kitchen in search for a snack before games, except for ron. he and his two friends watched you go, harry smirking to himself as he bumped his friend's side.
"she's dating your brother," he reminded amusedly.
ron frowned. "shove off, harry."
inside your room, charlie was giggling to himself as you unpacked both your bags into the shared wardrobe. "i thought he'd gotten over his little crush on you."
you raised a brow as you shoved a few jumpers into the drawer, turning to him then. "what do you mean?"
"ron has had a crush on you for years," he laughed, shaking his head. "always smiling and blushing and giving you compliments and little looks. don't tell me you haven't noticed."
"i haven't noticed," you answered dryly, grabbing the next few jumpers. you paused, holding a knitted black and grey one you'd bought for him last year and smiling gently. "you should wear this tomorrow," you told him, setting it on the bed. "i like this one."
he grinned as he watched you, glancing between you and the jumper for a few moments before saying, "well, if you like it that much, i might as well wear it now."
his grin only widened as he pulled his jumper, a handmade molly jumper with a golden 'c' on it, over his head by the hem, earning a quiet shriek from you.
"charlie!" you laughed, crossing to pull his jumper back over his head, but he'd pulled it off already. you rolled your eyes, hands coming to rest on his arms as he held your waist gently. "you're ridiculous."
"you like the jumper, i wear the jumper," he told you quietly, dipping to kiss your lips gingerly before pinching your sides and earning another yelp. he laughed as you pushed away from him with a roll of your eyes, reaching then for the grey sweater. "you should wear my other one. that would definitely get some comments downstairs."
"i don't need to egg on your siblings," you answered with a shake of your head. "they tease enough as it is."
he laughed. "it's entertaining, though."
"of course it is. it's just more entertaining when it's not focused on me," you said, humming and looking up from your bags to smile at him.
and it certainly was entertaining. once charlie had pointed it out, you began to notice ron's little quirks around you. he turned bright red as soon as you walked into a room, and was near constantly looking at you no matter where you were, and whispered for ginny to trade him spots so he could sit next to you, which she declined.
you weren't the only one to notice or be amused by it. in fact, you were the last one to catch on, the first being, of course, the twins.
"looking a little red there, ron," george said with a grin, pointing to the younger boy with his fork as you took your seat beside charlie.
"yeah, is it getting a little warm in here?" fred added, wiggling his brows as ron rolled his eyes.
harry, the little sass he was, leaned over to ron and lowered his voice a touch. "you can't pull the ginger card here," he murmured with a grin, hermione catching the comment and stifling a laugh.
ron frowned, knitting his brows. "what ginger card?"
"anytime you turn red you blame it on your fair skin and ginger hair," harry teased, raising his brows. "the rest of your family have the same and they aren't blushing."
ron rolled his eyes, bumping the chosen one with his elbow. "be quiet."
"what'd you say, harry?" fred asked with raised brows, george grinning next to them as they leaned towards the friends.
"he said nothing," ron answered for him. "just said that the food was splendid. thank you, mum."
molly smiled and you added, "yes, thank you, molly. it's nice to have a home cooked meal."
she frowned at that, glancing between you and charlie. "do you not cook for yourselves?"
he shrugged. "most of the time we get so caught up at the sanctuary that we end up eating something quick. we don't have a lot of time in the day to spend on meals."
"really, he just won't cook for her," george told his mother with a disapproving shake of his head.
"yes, a lazy bum that one," fred continued.
"ronald would do much better. he'd make her a home cooked meal every night, no matter how long it took," george said, shooting a wink to ron as he practically choked on his potatoes in answer.
charlie wheezed next to you, setting his fork down as he laughed, and even you let out a laugh as ron began breathing again.
"easy there, don't die by potato," you teased, to which ron turned an even brighter shade of red than he was when actively choking.
he looked away, returning to his plate. "i wasn't going to die."
"sure, bud," charlie said, grinning still as he glanced to fred and george.
they were relentless in their teases as the next few days passed, asking the poor boy if he'd gotten you a christmas present or if he wanted to play a round of quidditch. when he got outside, however, he was shocked to find you grinning, tossing the quaffle around with harry, your jacket tied around your waist wearing a tanktop.
fred clapped him on the shoulder, walking out behind him as george ran to join you and harry. "our brother found a real catch, hasn't he?"
ron swallowed harshly as you threw the quaffle, the lines of your shoulders defined with the movement. charlie joined in then, flying in next to you and bumping your side with a grin.
"yeah," ron breathed out. "he has."
christmas morning finally came, and you'd gone through the normal weasley presents, exchanging your personal ones with charlie in your room before you went out to join the family.
"i got something for ron," you whispered to george, grinning as ginny raved about the new skirt molly had made for her.
his eyes widened, mouth dropping open before he turned with a grin. "and what's that?"
"you'll just have to see," you answered, turning back to the family at large.
"any other presents?" arthur asked as he gathered the wrappings, shoving them into a trash bag and setting the ribbons aside for molly to use again later.
you raised your hand, reaching behind you to pull out a little green package from the side of the couch. charlie just chuckled, shaking his head and knowing exactly what was about to go down, whereas fred, george, and harry just looked all too eager to see what it was. "i have one for ron, actually," you hummed, smiling as you met his eyes.
ron's eyes widened, brows raising. "you do?"
"i do," you answered, offering it to him then.
"the only time he'll ever hear her say that to him," fred muttered to his twin, earning a snort in return. behind his back, charlie fist bumped him, smirking at the comment.
ron ignored them and accepted the sloppily wrapped parcel, considering its size for a moment before quickly undoing its wrappings. he pulled the top off the box to reveal a dragon tooth on a leather cord, tied on with a little piece of silver.
"charlie told me the norwegian ridgeback was your favorite, and i don't know if you know but i work with them almost exclusively," you told him with a small smile. "one of the babies i care for was losing his baby teeth, so i had one turned into a necklace for you. figure it'll catch some cute girls' attentions at school."
"thank you," the boy breathed out with a wide smile. "thanks a lot."
charlie squeezed your side, pressing a kiss to your cheek as molly pressed a hand to her heart.
"you're so sweet, darling," she said, shaking her head happily. "what a good present to end off on."
you smiled, and that's when charlie stood, shaking his head. "actually, there's one more present for the day." he glanced at you with a grin. "and it's for the whole family." he grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand next to him, looking around at his siblings and parents and harry and hermione, pausing for a few moments before saying, "we're getting married."
instant squeals from every woman in the room and fred and george, percy rising to clap charlie on the back in congratulations.
"oh, this is just wonderful!" molly exclaimed, rushing to embrace both of you in a bone-crushing hug. when she pulled back she cupped your cheeks. "welcome to the family, dear!"
"thank you, molly," you laughed, smiling as you got pulled into ginny's arms next.
"finally i have a sister!" she said excitedly.
"look ronald," harry said, throwing an arm around his friend's shoulders. "you have another sister."
he laughed as ron pushed his arm off, rolling his eyes. he met your eyes as you raised your brows curiously, head tilted slightly. "i'm happy for you guys," he said to you with a nod. "congratulations."
charlie wrapped an arm around your shoulders, smile softening slightly as you did.
"thank you, ron," you said, leaning into charlie and giggling as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "now, i want cocoa."
"cocoa!" fred and george cheered in unison, shaking ron's shoulders as you pulled charlie out of the living room and towards the kitchen.
"i think you handled that well," he said to you as he pressed another kiss to the side of your head. "his little crush."
you smiled. "i guess it's a weasley thing, liking girls like me. or maybe it's just me."
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this is absolutely nerve-wracking. you don’t even know why you agreed to be on this side of the team in the first place, knowing that you would be better in the field (being an aspiring auror and a good one at that), and is quite perhaps the human personification of the word ‘impatience’ when it came to situations like these.
though yet again, it was GEORGE WEASLEY who made you promise that you weren’t going to volunteer to be a potter duplicate for the said chosen one’s safe travel to the burrow—the place you’re already in at the moment as he reckoned that it was enough that he had to worry about his father and brothers being with him for the task; he didn’t want to be preoccupied thinking about whether his girlfriend was managing herself well too.
“i’ll be careful,” george promised you before the both of you parted earlier, a kiss planted on your forehead, “i’ll meet you at the burrow, safe and sound, alright?”
you only nodded, not knowing what to do or say. you wanted to stop him from leaving, to convince him that it was too dangerous. however, you also knew that it was selfish of you to do so, considering that what he was going to do was not only for the betterment of harry potter himself, but possibly the whole wizarding world.
a loud sound of crashing coming from the front yard pushes you out of your trance and you stand up from your seat to run outside, quickly followed by ginny who has been quiet and pacing around the house in anxiety before she heard the crash too.
it’s hagrid and harry—the real harry you presume as ginny launches towards him so that they could embrace. you let out a breath, relieved that he’s here unharmed, but admittedly not relieved enough as there is still no sign of george.
though as if on cue, two men suddenly appear on the right side of the lawn via apparition and you recognize them to be remus and george immediately, with the latter being supported by the former.
it dawns on you that george is injured, your eyes focusing on the side of his head that is bleeding.
“i’m good, i’m all good,” are the first words he utters to you once you’re close, grabbing his other arm so you and remus can carry him to the burrow together.
you can’t bring yourself to reply. your heart is thumping so hard inside your chest that you feel like you’re going to shut down any second now. the only thing that’s keeping you from going into full panic mode is how he at least has the strength to stay conscious and talk to you still as he’s being led to the sofa, a fact that convinces your brain that he’s nowhere near danger now.
once he’s laid there, remus approaches harry to check on him while you take the liberty to rush to get some medical supplies that could help george’s condition.
molly then tends to him, brushing his hair and whispering thanks that he didn’t arrive in a worse condition, before she goes to you and says that you can be in charge of george as she waits for her other family members’ arrival.
“sweetheart,” george murmurs, staring at you as you kneel beside him and take out a bunch of bandages and some healing potion to help with his blown up ear, “i’m fine, i promise.”
still, no sentence escapes from your lips. you remain busy, just rummaging through the medical kit even though you’ve already got what you needed. annoyance is bubbling inside of you because of what he just said, but you don’t show it, aware that it might be ridiculous to do so as it isn’t like george wished to get himself hurt.
“sweetie,” he repeats, voice hoarse and tone more pleading, “look at me, will you?”
you don’t oblige. you just zip the bag close and place it on the floor.
“____.” he calls your name, stern and demanding now with a hand holding your wrist to stop you from moving too much.
you finally look at him, his eyes turning soft at the way yours started to water.
you’re a strong girl, he knows that, and you don’t like showing vulnerability to anyone or in any circumstances unless it greatly affected you—and judging by how you’re forcing yourself not to cry or show too much emotion because of what happened to him, it’s clear that you’re so affected by this and that he made you worry so much to the point of wanting to sob.
“i’m okay,” he says again, bringing your wrist over his chest, just so your palm can rest on where you can feel his heart the most, “it’s still beating for you, darling. can’t you feel it?”
you inhale sharply, a lame attempt to stop yourself from fully crying, and nod. “i feel it.”
“it’s just my ear that was messed up. nothing to be alarmed about.”
“don’t be ridiculous. this is still worth being alarmed about.”
“but it’s just an ear.”
“it’s still an ear, george.”
“yeah—but i’ve got another one.”
you close your eyes momentarily.
there really is no point in arguing with this man.
“whatever,” you exhale, shaking off the annoyance away once more, “let’s see what i can do for your—”
you’re supposed to pull your hand away from his chest to start examining him thoroughly but he stops you, keeping your palm in place.
“what?” you ask.
he looks extremely serious as he says his next sentence. “give me a kiss.”
“a kiss?” you repeat.
“a kiss, yes.”
you scoff. “george, you’re still bleeding and—”
“just one, please,” he cuts you off once more, the one impatient now. “look, i… i thought i almost didn’t make it, okay? then i kept thinking what if it really was the end of it all, and then i remembered i only kissed you on the forehead before i left, and that would’ve been the last kiss you had from me.”
he truly has a peculiar mind. out of all the possible things to think of when one is perhaps on the brink of death, all he thinks about is that he never gave you a proper kiss on the lips.
“you’re a bloody idiot, darling,” you say, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips like requested, a gesture that he receives with a contented sigh, “and quite literally too, that is.”
you give him another kiss, this one fuller and with george placing a hand on your back to press you further towards him.
it’s only when the both of you hear fred cough that you pull away, glancing behind you to see his twin brother looking at him with worry.
“sorry to steal him away from you, ____,” fred says as you stand up, getting the hint and giving him permission to go to your previous spot. “just have to check on this clumsy git and then he’s all yours again.”
you chuckle, hugging fred quickly too in gratefulness because he arrived fine as well, before going to the kitchen and preparing something for the whole lot to eat with molly.
as you wait for the water to boil for some tea, you lean on the counter and gaze towards george who’s still conversing with fred.
the moment your eyes meet for a brief second, he has the nerve to wink.
you smile.
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☼ Fandom: Harry Potter
☼ Pairing: Fred x OFC
☼ Summary: Arlet and Fred have been friends for years never knowing each other's real feelings towards one another. Fred thinks he can't fit into Arlet's important world while Arlet swears she's the only girl Fred wouldn't look at twice. So instead, they choose to watch each other from afar, resigning themselves to a future without one another.
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In retrospect, perhaps it could have all been avoided if one or the other had just spoken earlier. It wasn't like they were silent around each other, far from it. First of all, Arlet fully believed that it was impossible for Fred Weasley to be quiet around anyone — it was impossible for him to be quiet at all.
"I take full offense of that, Arly-kins," Fred had said when she joked about it. All their other friends seemed to agree with Arlet as they laughed together.
"Do you? Do you really take offense to that?" Fred's own brother was probably laughing the hardest out of everyone.
"Shut it, George," Fred muttered and grabbed a handful of jelly beans from their shared bowl on the table. He flicked a few jelly beans at those closest to him. "You're all terrible friends," he declared.
Arlet was in a giggling state, even when one of the jellybeans hit her forehead. "C'mon Fred, you're one of the loudest people I've met." She got up from her spot on the floor and plopped down beside him on the couch.
"Am not," he insisted. Still grumbling, he offered her a jelly bean from the pool in his hand.
"Oh, are too." Arlet reached for a jelly bean and popped it into her mouth. She didn't think one simple comment would cause all this. It wasn't often she got to Fred, and even more that she made others laugh. She wasn't very good at jokes. "I'm sorry—"
But someone had called Fred at that moment. Fred looked over the couch, grinning on the spot.
It was Willow Jade, easily one of the prettiest Gryffindor girls — prettiest girl in school altogether. She was a bright redhead — go figure — and had soft hazel eyes. Her word was like law. If she called you, you went to her, no questions asked. It seemed like she could put any boy under a trance.
It was hard admitting that beyond petty jealousy, there was actually nothing wrong with Willow. She was kind, a bit of a jokester herself, and very lively, not to mention smart. But if anyone asked Arlet, she could not stand her. And she knew exactly why. She knew it when Willow called Fred away from their group each time.
"You need to say something," Arlet's younger sister, Aracely, told her later in the evening when the girls had retired to their dorm. "It does no one good when you simmer with jealousy."
Arlet was pulling her covers down, huffing and puffing, but saying absolutely nothing. Aracely rolled her eyes; this wasn't a new conversation, not by a long shot.
~0~
When Arlet and her sister Aracely transferred to Hogwarts, the sisters quickly befriended the Weasley twins. Arlet's situation, although common with the September 1st rule, brought a bit of extra attention when she started. Her birthday was past the cut off the date which meant she had to start school one year later which meant she started along with her younger sister. How could the twins not go poke at that? They were the self appointed welcoming committee of Hogwarts. Their first act was to play the welcoming pranks, only that when the fireworks went off and Arlet fell quite literally in Fred's arms, the latter felt awful for frightening her like that…and thinking she looked just a tad cute.
Arlet had bright blue eyes and plump cheeks. Those quickly became Fred's favorite things about her. When he had caught her from behind, she blinked at him with those blue eyes of hers, wide as could be. The apology tumbled out of him on the spot.
George still hadn't forgiven him for that one. They pulled pranks, they never apologized. It's how it went.
"Oh, but sure, one look from the new pretty girl and you're like fucking jello." George smacked his twin upside the head. "Absolutely pathetic. I will be holding onto this information for future usage."
Fred rolled his eyes, trying to act like nothing but he knew that his brother wasn't lying. One look from Arlet Mirabel and he was a fucking goner.
He never played a prank on her after the first one, instead choosing a different avenue when it came to her. He showed her around the school, making sure to tell her about all the secret ways she could sneak around for, say, a midnight snack.
He learned that Arlet was a very friendly girl, a dancer — she loved ballet — and an avid seeker of building relationships and networks with others. She used to participate in foreign exchange programs before settling in Hogwarts for their 6th year. Fred knew that when Arlet graduated, she would become someone very important. Professional, important Arlet Mirabel.
He didn't see himself fitting in that picture, not by a long shot. He had different ideas for his future, and almost none of them involved academics. It took him a while to settle down and realize that Arlet was just too out of his reach. The first of that reality hit him when she started dating some other highly academic boy — Alex? — for a while. They were identical in their personalities and aspirations.
Fred tried various things to help him remember this reality too. Pranks here, pranks there, joking just about everything, and maybe a little bit of flirting.
If anyone asked Arlet, she would say that Fred Weasley was an excessive flirt. He flirted with everyone. It irked her. Even when she was with her own boyfriend, she constantly found it incredibly irritating hearing all these girls giggling and batting their eyes at Fred. It was even more irritating seeing him return the favor.
When she broke up with Alex, Fred started going out with a pretty Hufflepuff girl. She was fantastic, from an unbiased perspective. Arlet was well aware that she was not an unbiased party. And she was well aware that the annoyance she felt was actually more along the lines of hurt. It hurt seeing Fred with someone else. That was the first time Arlet realized just how deep her feelings went for Fred. She didn't know what constant ache was until he started going out with that girl.
When they broke up, Arlet was guilty of feeling a tiny bit of relief. It didn't last long because from there on out, all Fred did was flirt. All. The. Time.
Enter Willow Jade.
Fred flirted with just about anyone, but more so with Willow. Perhaps it was that they were very much alike, or that Willow actually came up with her own ideas for pranks — they just seemed to gravitate towards each other. It was no secret that Willow liked him…a lot.
Arlet heard Willow giggling with a group of her friends about the latest prank she and Fred had discussed. She was a giggling mess — why did she have to giggle so much?
"Easy there," Aracely startled her sister in the hallway, "You look like you're going to self combust."
Arlet gripped the strap of her bag and stared at Willow across from them. She was still giggling — go figure — and showing her friends something on her hand. There was Fred's name on the back of her hand with a heart drawn around it.
"Well that's just pathetic," Aracely remarked once she saw the same thing. She looked at her sister, raising an eyebrow. "You know that's just from Willow, right? Not from Fred. He wouldn't do that in a million years. Not unless the medium was fireworks."
Arlet still felt pretty upset. "I don't get it, Ara. I like him. I like him so much and he doesn't even look my way. What does Willow have that I don't?"
Aracely snorted. "You're joking, right?"
Arlet met her sister's glance. "What?"
"You're such a dumbass, Arlet. Fred does like you."
"Then why is he always flirting with others? Especially with Willow over there…"
"Because that's just Fred. And besides, the only reason he started that stuff up is because you were going out with Alex!" Aracely flicked her sister on the side of the head. "I told you that was a bad idea! Other than that, Fred's just one stupid flirt! Does it all the time with you too, plus way more stuff to show he cares but you're just too dunce to see."
Arlet argued that never happened so, from that point on, Aracely was happy to point out the moments where it did.
The opportunity arose one day when Arlet found herself in an accident. One simple misshapen in Potions left her with a burned hand and many, many, (embarrassing) tears. She was rushed up to the hospital wing so Madame Pomfrey could heal her and within the hour, the rest of her friends started coming up to see her.
When Fred showed up, Arlet's hand was already bandaged up and she was just waiting out the hours of observation Madame Pomfrey requested. "Arly-kins, what happened?" He had rushed up to her bedside, practically pushing their friends out of the way to get through.
"It's no big deal, just a miscalculation in Potions," Arlet said, pursing her lips together. "An accident."
Fred gingerly held her bandaged hand, trying to see for himself how bad it was. "I've been in that position many times. I know that it hurts."
"Not right now," Arlet said in vain.
"Arlet, baby, I can see the strain in your eyes. It hurts. It definitely hurts."
Arlet's face was blushed for various reasons — from the care Fred showed her, to his words. Her eyes flickered to her sister; Aracely was smirking.
"You're not going to get over that one," Aracely laughed at her sister when it was just them. "'Baby'?"
"Shut up," Arlet promptly said.
But Aracely would gain more fuel when Fred took it upon himself to look after Arlet while her hand healed. He would open doors for her, help carry her books, even try to write for her.
"Fred," Arlet laughed, "I'm right handed. It's my left hand that's hurt, remember?"
"Doesn't matter, let me do it!" He murmured and started copying down the notes McGonagall was lecturing about. He was very focused on keeping up. His tongue poked out on the side as he wrote quicker and quicker.
He was glued to her side, basically.
Even at meal times they sat together. Arlet joked that the last thing she needed was for him to spoon feed her. He was on his way to do that when she smacked his hand away.
"Stop it, you idiot!" She laughed.
"Oh c'mon, Arly, let me. You gotta eat!" Fred said as he once again grabbed the spoon.
"Which I can perfectly do on my own," Arlet said and made a motion of her picking up her own spoon to feed herself. She ate contently beside him, meeting his eye on occasion, and sharing smiles. At the end of the meal, Fred surprised her with a soft peach wrapped in a napkin.
"Thought you might want a snack later," he said as he handed it to her.
"Oh, thanks Fred!" Arlet loved it. Peaches were her favorite fruit!
"He's been treating you better than everyone else," Aracely remarked later in the evening, "Well, that's not quite new, isn't it? Always treats you so nicely, like a lady. Didn't even know he was capable of that."
Arlet rolled her eyes at her sister. "Fred is many things, not just a jokester." She often found that many people, if not everyone, had the misconception that Fred was just a jokester and nothing else. "He's a gentleman, first of all. And he's kind, helpful, and a total sweetheart. That's why I lo—"
Aracely raised an eyebrow at her sister. A smirk started tugging at her lips.
Arlet didn't say anything else for the rest of that night.
~0~
There were rumors that Fred had asked Willow out on a date. Then, a few days later, there were rumors that they were an official couple.
Arlet wasn't that surprised. It was the kind of thing she expected to happen. It happened various times before and she supposed it would happen again sooner or later. And no she was not looking forward to that. She didn't wish any pain on Fred, none whatsoever. He didn't deserve that. He deserved only the best.
"Were that true, he wouldn't be wasting his time with Willow," Aracely had said about the matter. She and Arlet were working on homework in the common room, she on the couch and Arlet at the coffee table. "Not when he so clearly loves you."
"Aracely," Arlet hushed her sister, or at least tried to. Aracely was about twice as loud as Arlet.
"What?" Aracely shrugged. "It's true."
"No, it's not!"
"Yes, it is!"
"Aracely!"
"What? It is," Aracely said.
"Hello there ladies," one of the twins strolled to their study area and plopped down on the couch beside Aracely. "Oh, is that the Astronomy homework?" He leaned impossibly close to Aracely to take a peek at her essay.
"Move!" Aracely shoved him away.
Arlet's eyes briefly flickered up from her work on the table. It was George. Fred always had something about his smile.
"Agh, you don't have to be so rude, Aracely!" George exclaimed. "Can't you help a dear friend out?"
Aracely rolled her eyes. "How about you help me settle something with my sister instead?"
Arlet startled. She better not.
"I'm always interested in your sisterly quarrels," George said and leaned back on the couch, resting his head against his hands. He then propped up his feet on the table that Arlet was working on.
Arlet put her quill down to poke George's foot off her Potions essay.
"Is it true that Fred's going out with Willow?" asked Aracely.
"Eh, more or less. You know Freddie, it lasts for about a month."
"But does he like Willow?"
"Aracely," Arlet shot her sister a glare.
"No," George didn't hesitate to answer.
"Because who does he actually love?"
Arlet wanted to kill her sister. "Aracely."
"Why, our dear Arlet, of course," George said without missing a beat and shot a wink at Arlet who'd frozen on the spot. Her face went bright as well.
"That's not — you're not funny!"
"This is one of the rare moments where I wasn't trying to be funny," George said, smirking, "Yeah, I can have those moments."
Arlet started gathering her things together. "Neither of you are funny!"
"C'mon Arlet, it's so fucking obvious!" Aracely exclaimed.
"It really is," George nodded, remaining completely calm in the situation. He found it funny more than anything.
Arlet grew angrier by the minute. She was stuffing her things inside her back, forgetting that none of her teachers wanted wrinkled parchment turned in as assignments. "Shut it! Both of you! As far as everyone knows, Fred loves Willow! Just like he's loved plenty of girls before her!"
"Arlet," Aracely looked at her sister as the latter started storming away, "You really don't have to do this."
Arlet turned around to say that she did in fact have to be like this because they were complete idiots. However, the entrance door opened and in came the man of the hour himself.
"Hey Arly-kins!" Fred waved with his usual grin. "How are — what's wrong?" Arlet seemed like she would burst into tears. Fred didn't like it one bit. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" He made a step towards her only for Arlet to shout.
"Don't come closer!" She snapped.
"But Arly—"
"Don't call me that!" Arlet stormed up the staircase to the girls' dorm.
Fred stood there for a couple minutes, so lost. Then he set his sights on his brother and Aracely. "What just happened?"
"No idea," went George and Aracely.
Fred scoffed. "What did you two do to her!?"
"Nothing," Aracely looked over the couch, "My sister is just stuck in her blind ways."
"Kind of like someone else I know," George said, leading Aracely to hum in agreement.
~0~
Fred had no idea what George and Aracely had said to Arlet but all he knew was that Arlet wouldn't speak to him beyond a few words. Every time he got near her, she had to be somewhere else. He didn't get it.
"Seriously, what did you two do?" Fred sat at the meal table opposite of George and Aracely. "Arly's not talking to me."
Aracely scoffed. "So? Why don't you go talk to your little girlfriend, Willow?"
George smirked behind his goblet.
Fred didn't appreciate the question. "That's not what I'm talking about."
"That's what I'm talking about," Aracely said, meeting Fred's eye with a grin. "According to her, you're ever so in love." She and George shared a snicker.
"You two are not helping," Fred frowned.
"Sorry Freddie, but you're not helping yourself," George said, "Willow's hot, yeah, but she's no Arlet — sorry, Arly," he dramatically held his hands to his cheek and sighed.
Fred reached for a biscuit from the platter and threw it at George's face. With that, he got up and left.
George reached for the biscuit that had fallen on his plate and ripped it in two. He offered one of the halves to Aracely.
"They're idiots, you know," Aracely said, taking the half and biting into it.
"Mhm, the biggest." George bit into his half as well.
~0~
In the following weeks, Fred saw the situation with Arlet not getting any better. She avoided him at all costs and it agitated him. He didn't know what he did, or rather what his brother and Aracely had done. With no answers from anywhere, Fred was agitated pretty much all of the time. Nothing pleased him, not even the jokes he would typically play. Willow would try to coax him into playing a little something but it never worked. She got mad at him most of the time. They got mad at each other most of the time.
Before Fred knew it, he had cut things off with Willow. It was not the easiest of break ups but it was a break up in the end. He spent most of his time being angry and he knew exactly why. He couldn't talk to Arlet, couldn't see her, be close to her. He missed her so much.
Willow did not take well to the sudden break up. Rumors started to fly around school about what she thought really happened and not one of them was nice. Fred didn't particularly care about rumors pertaining to him. He lived with them anyways but the one thing he wouldn't let slide was if they—
One rumor dragged Arlet's name through the mud.
Of course Arlet heard it. Even when she kept her head down low in books and parchments and dancing, she heard it.
"Fred broke up with Willow because Arlet got to him."
"While they were still together?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
It was impossible not to hear the same conversations happening around her. She didn't address it, she didn't even glance in anyone's direction. Her resolution was to ignore it. Ignore it and hope that it wouldn't last long.
When Fred heard it, he went ballistic.
He found Willow and told her off right in the middle of a crowded hallway. Yelled in her face, and maybe said a word here and there that he wouldn't usually say in the middle of a crowd. He earned himself detention for the commotion and a new enemy in Willow and her friends. Apparently, none of that mattered to McGonagall when she assigned him detention for two nights.
It didn't matter to Fred either. He'd do them (grumbling) if it meant clearing Ar—
The door creaked open and someone cried out: "Oh, dammit!"
Fred would recognize the voice anywhere but not the words. Arlet wasn't one to curse all that much, not even use simple words like those. He looked over the couch and saw her stumbling in with a few books in her arms, and a splatter of ink on the floor. She had dropped her ink bottle…
Arlet muttered and grumbled under her breath until she spotted Fred across the room. Even from where he sat, he could see the pink dusting her cheeks. She had not meant to say those words in front of anyone.
"Are…you okay?" Fred knew it was a stupid question. To Arlet, anything academic was sacred…including the ink bottles. She was cute like that.
"Mhm, yeah," Arlet said quickly, deciding to abandon the ink splatter and bottle on the ground to make her way straight to the staircase.
Fred expected as much and with a sigh turned back on the couch, facing the fireplace. Arlet stopped at the base of the stairs hearing that one sigh. She looked back at him, biting on her bottom lip.
You should at least say thank you. The guilt gnawed at her head since she found out. It's not his fault.
And so, with a shuffle of her books in her arms, she turned back down. "Hey, Fred?"
By that point, Fred expected her to have been gone. He was mighty surprised when she walked around the couch to see him.
"Um, I know what happened with Willow…" she said, hoisting her books on one hip. "And I know that she said some stuff about me…thanks for standing up for me. But I'm sorry it cost you your relationship. And detention."
"Oh, no, no, Arly, that wasn't — it's not your fault," Fred said immediately, shaking his head. "Nobody should be saying anything about you, not on my watch."
Arlet half smiled at him. There may have been a warmth creeping up her face too. "Still, sorry."
"Seriously, don't worry about it. It was never going to work out," Fred said, a bit too certain over the fact. "All Willow wanted to do was joke around and, yes, I know that's my style," he smiled, "but I do have other interests as well."
Arlet chuckled. "Right."
"Of course nothing like you, though," Fred motioned to the stack of books resting on Arlet's hip, "Merlin, Arly, did you leave anything for the library? The stack's bigger than you although" — he raised a finger in the air — "that's not saying much considering almost everything's bigger than you."
"Hey!"
"Here, let's unload the stack, shall we?" Fred reached over but stopped halfway to gauge Arlet's reaction. If she pulled away, or frowned, she still didn't want him near her.
Arlet was no Legilimens but she swore that she could read Fred's thoughts most of the time. It was an uncanny sync they shared, getting each other without having to say anything.
Right now she could tell he was wondering if now would be the moment she would actually want to be with him, be friends like they used to be. "I'm a lousy friend," she sighed and planted her books on the coffee table.
Fred blinked. "What? No, you're—"
"A very lousy friend," Arlet reiterated and, with another sigh, came to sit on the couch with him. "That stuff the last time we talked, it was not your fault. George and Aracely really pissed me off and, well, you look a heck of lot like George so…"
"You know, lots of people say that about us," Fred said thoughtfully, causing a chuckle between them.
Arlet touched his arm and even though he knew there were several layers on him, Fred swore he could still feel Arlet's soft fingers on his skin. They were wizards but that was real magic to him.
"I'm sorry," Arlet said again, "I don't like being away from you." Her confession brought a moment of silence between the two, one where she was sure her face grew redder and redder.
Luckily, this was Fred she was talking to. He was so easy to talk to…
"Me neither, Arly-kins," he said with his typical grin. "You know how many pranks I've had to go through on my own because I didn't have your knowledgeable input?"
Arlet chuckled. "I would've figured Willow could've helped you there. She's way better at that stuff than me."
"Two of me don't make a good combination," Fred said, "Even George is a bit different from me. No, I need my Arly-kins to pull me down every once in a while."
Arlet smiled softly. "Unfortunately, we won't be here forever, you know."
Fred lost his grin little by little when he thought about the gloomy future to come. That was very true. He was sure that as soon as Arlet graduated from Hogwarts, she would have a job waiting for her. Important duties and all that stuff.
"Just promise me that you won't forget me," he said quietly, resigning himself.
Arlet looked at him strangely. "What?"
"You know, you'll be someone important as soon as you get out of here. I, personally, don't do well in confined places like the Ministry and academics. Man, I hate academics."
"And you think I'll stop, what, talking to you or something?"
"Maybe you won't have time."
Arlet stated at him inquisitively. "Fred Weasley, I hope that you're not implying that I'll feel like I'm better than you. Because that would be so wrong."
Fred flushed on the spot and could barely meet Arlet's gaze, pretty much answering her words.
Arlet never thought they would be touching this subject. "Fred!" She jumped up from the couch, turning in front of him, with her hands on her hips. "Who do you think I am!?"
"Honestly?" Fred looked up at her.
Arlet's eyebrows rose, surprised with that kind of turn. "Uh, yeah?"
"You're Arlet Mirabel, the smartest girl in our year — smartest girl I've ever met — and you're easily the prettiest and Merlin knows the kindest and friendliest! Everyone loves you!" I love you. Fred could only hold his truth for so long and right now it felt like he was going to lose.
Arlet blushed under so many compliments, especially coming from Fred. "Uhm…thank you…" She cleared her throat, "But I don't get what that has to do with what you think is going to happen to us after we leave Hogwarts."
"Arly," Fred looked at her again, smiling sadly at her, "You're amazing. You always have been. I know that when you leave this place, you're going to turn into an important figure. I don't where or when but I know it'll happen. You're always building relationships with people, encouraging networking. You've got a bright future."
"Fred, so do you," Arlet said, very confused when he shook his head.
"I have a very different future in mind for myself," Fred said, "George and I, actually."
"Are you talking about the joke shop?" Arlet smirked at his startled reaction. "George mentioned it to me a couple days ago. I think it's great! Who else to shape the future prankster generations than the experts, right?"
Fred's smile was weak at best. "I'm happy with what I want, but it's very different from your plans. We're very different, aren't we?"
Arlet nodded. "I think so, yeah. And yet somehow we're always drawn to each other in the end. Kind of funny if you ask me. I mean, by all logic, you should get along better with my sister. She's way more like you and George. I'm pretty boring."
"Aracely is great and all but you're even better," Fred said, "And I think you should remember that."
Arlet chuckled. "Don't let her hear that. So, Fred, I hope the gist of this conversation has taught you that even though we have very different ideas in mind for our futures, it doesn't mean we won't be together." As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them for how it sounded. "Not that — of course I meant — friends! As friends!"
Fred loved her stammering reactions. She got frazzled over the littlest of things and thought she offended half the world. "Arly, I know," he assured, "Course I know that we're just friends."
"Okay, yeah, okay…" It took Arlet a moment to really take in the tone of voice Fred had used and even when she still had a doubt, all she had to do was look at his face. "No, wait, hold on," she sighed, "I've missed something else, haven't I?"
Fred chuckled. "No, Arly, you're fine. Just don't forget me, that's all I ask."
Arlet drew in a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest, and just about every part of her brain screaming at her not to say anything. "So in this future…um, obviously you'll be working at the joke shop and I'll be working, er, I don't know—"
"It's the Ministry, I'm sure of it," Fred said without missing a beat.
"Uh, okay. Well, maybe we could plan little get togethers. Actually, maybe we could start planning then right now…"
"Right now…?" Fred looked at her for a moment, confused. Arlet was blushing red enough to match his hair. And then he got it. "Arlet, are you…talking about—"
"Going on a date together? Yes, yes, I am unless-unless you think that I'm-I'm too boring for your taste—"
Fred laughed. He grabbed her hands and yanked her down on his lap. Her eyes went wide, her blush intensified to an astronomical level.
"Oh, Arly-kins, you've no idea how much time I've spent thinking about that," Fred admitted. He passed a hand down her long hair, taking in every last feature of hers.
"You have?" Arlet swallowed hard. One of his hands held her by the waist and the other continued to stroke her hair.
Fred nodded. "All the time."
"Why didn't — why didn't you say something? I was right here!"
"Dating Alex, of course."
"You dated so much more than me!"
"And then there's the matter of our futures. You'll be important and I don't think I can fit in that picture with you. I don't want to drag you down with me."
Arlet looked at him like he was crazy, and maybe he was. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Fred dropped his other hand down on her waist. "You've got all this stuff going on always. I bet tonight you were in one of your clubs planning for the future."
"Well, yeah, but—"
"And I don't want to take any of that away from you but my reputation precedes me and I don't want that besmirching your name."
"My name is my name, and nothing can dirty it up unless I do something wrong, not you," Arlet said, "Look, this is partly my fault for not saying anything before but you always looked so happy flirting with half the world except for me."
"If I flirted with you it would be for real and I would lose control," Fred said, "I know that when I flirt with, say, Angelina, she doesn't take it seriously and I don't take it seriously either. I can be as stupid as I want. But if it was with you, I'd run my mouth until something slips out that shouldn't be said."
"Like what?" Arlet asked him, tilting her head at him. "What would you say to me?"
"Uh…well…" Fred's mouth had gone dry, something that never happened unless it was for—
"I love you." The words fell out from his mouth and there was no taking it back.
Arlet had frozen altogether, her already wide eyes looking like they would pop from her head.
"Dammit," Fred dropped his head, cursing himself under his breath. One thing. One thing he shouldn't say and there it was.
He felt warm hands sliding over his cheeks, gently raising his head. Arlet was smiling again.
"I'm no expert but that didn't sound like much flirting to me," she said, her thumbs stroking his skin. "I thought that was your expertise."
"I lose all my expertise with you," Fred said, sighing, "And I am very good at not saying things like that. Never said it to anyone, actually."
"I might feel a little special, then," Arlet said.
"Always feel special, please. Because to me, you're the best girl in the whole school. Cliche, I know."
Arlet started giggling. "I didn't know you could be a romantic. Last time I heard, that was more of George. You've got the temper."
"Me? I would never…"
"Aha," Arlet rolled her eyes, "So it wasn't you who got Zacharias Smith back for saying something about your prank for Valentine's day?"
"He had that one coming!"
Arlet dropped her head and laughed. "Oh Fred, what am I going to do with you?"
"I've got some ideas…" Fred took in a breath and inadvertently smelled the shampoo off her hair. Peaches. That was her favorite fruit, it only made sense it was in her shampoo as well.
Arlet stopped laughing suddenly and lifted her head to meet his eye. The silent sync flickered on like a switch. They knew they were in a serious moment now.
"I do love you, Arly. That wasn't a joke," Fred said, "And it's out of nowhere to you but to me it's been like this for years."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Arlet sighed. "Yes, I know I dated Alex but after that? You started going out with these girls and...I know it never lasted but it hurt that you kept choosing someone else."
"Like I said, I didn't think I was in your eyesight," Fred said, "You're so pretty, Arly. I don't want to be the one who—"
Arlet pressed a finger against his lips. "I think you're perfect," she said with absolutely no hesitancy. "I think you'd be the one to light the dark days that are sure to come. And you're funny, so funny, and so kind too. How could someone like that drag me down?"
"You'd be surprised at how quickly I wreck things…" Fred mumbled.
Arlet felt a little jolt of courage. It wasn't often that she was the bold one out of her and Fred. Actually, that had never really happened.
Arlet's hands cupped Fred's face again. She looked at him for a moment, absolutely adoring him, and kissed him.
The surprise wore off really quickly for Fred. It couldn't last long when he'd imagined it for so long. His hands went around her back, pressing her body flush against his. His lips meshed with hers, immediately taking a nip of her bottom lip. It was impossible not to smirk when he heard Arlet's little gasp. She was too adorable.
Arlet felt incredibly guilty for breaking such a slow, sensual kiss but she needed some air. It sounded like Fred was in the same position since they both panted for air.
"I love you too," Arlet said, "In case that wasn't clear."
"It's…it's clear…" Fred looked at her fondly, "Wish it would've been clear ages ago but better late than never, right?"
"Right," Arlet nodded, "So do you think we'll last then? All the way into that future you're so afraid of?"
"I'm hoping," Fred said, still clinging to that dreadful idea.
"Ah, you have no idea how much I love you," Arlet said, draping her arms over his shoulders, "All those girls before me have nothing on me. I love you more than they ever could."
Fred felt his heart do some sort of dance in his chest. He would say it was impossible but stuff like that usually happened whenever Arlet was around. "Well, you're never wrong so who am I to start arguing that now?" Arlet laughed. Fred bopped her nose and kissed her.
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Bill
* He’ll give you a massage
* And not like a sexy massage, just a regular massage
* He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time
* He’ll just see you doing work, or hanging out, and stands behind you and starts rubbing your shoulders
* “Is that book any good?”
* Also Bill is oddly into nutrition, if he notices you’re feeling off he’ll start meal prepping a bunch of shakes and snacks
* “Bill, Babe what is this?” You ask, looking at the cup in front of you
* “it a mango, pineapple, papaya, ginger and turmeric antiinfamatory smoothie- drink up”
Charlie
* He takes videos of the dragons he takes care of so that he can send them to you
* Also- he’ll definitely try to take goofy pics with the animals/dragons at the sanctuary on his phone to send to you
* His snap score is probably like 800K, not for promiscuous reasons, but because he’s always sending you snaps at work
* “Oi Charlie get off your phone and come and help me!” His co worker shouts as Charlie tries to get a cute selfie with the dragon in the background
* “In a minute Seamus, I’m trying to take a picture!”
* Also if you have a robust hobby, like painting or reading your boy will get into it just so you guys have an activity to do together
* “Turn the page love” He’ll say
* you’re basically sitting on Charlie’s lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as he peers into the book in your hands
* “Charlie, I know you said you wanted to read with me, but I didn’t think you meant this”
Percy
* He buys you gifts
* Now before you get all excited- it’s not how you think
* With Percy it’s never something nice like flowers and choclate, or a teddy bear, or even a card
* It’s always something really obscure that he just happened to see, and that happened to make him think of you
* “Hey, I saw this and thought of you” He’ll say, handing you a wrapped package
* “Candles?”
* “Yeah, because they bring light, just like you”
* The dork isn’t even trying to make a joke, he’s being 100% authentic
* “You’re such a dork” you laugh, but he smiles when he sees you sniffing the candle with an approving expression
* So you like it, he grins
* It feels like he was in darkness until you, and then you just barged into his life
* And brought him so much joy
Fred
* Fred’s love language is words of affirmation
* He’s always very consistent with his compliments, telling you that you look good or that you’re smart, and that you’re killing it
* Another part of that is that he always, always makes sure to communicate
* Sometimes maybe a little too much
* “Hey Fred would you mind running to the store? I need tomato paste for the pasta”
* He’s already putting on his shoes
* “Sure love, any particular brand?”
* Kinda a weird question
* “No anything’s fine”
* “Alright what size?”
* “Um, the medium one I guess”
* He lets out a hum and you think he’ll be on his way
* “Do you want me to get more than one-“
* “Merlin Fred, would you just go!”
* He just wants to make sure he gets you the right thing, exactly the way you want it
George
* George’s love language is definitely acts of service, so he’ll do these little things for you
* Like if he notices there’s a certain chore you don’t like- even more than the other chores- like washing dishes or folding laundry, he’ll do it instead
* “George did you already finish that? I was going to do it later”
* You admit you were procrastinating a bit, you know you need to clean it’s just kinda time consuming, and- well, it’s not exactly your favorite thing to do
* “Ah yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal”
* George always opens doors for you, even the car door
* He’ll get out of his side of the car and jog over to your side, just so he can personally open the door for you
* One time he was in such a rush he slipped and hurt his knee
* You spent your date at the hospital instead because he wouldn’t stop bleeding and you thought he might need stitches
* It’s usually pretty cute
Ron
* Your boy is hella proud of you
* Like, even your own parents aren’t that proud of you
* And they made you
* He’s always bragging about you
* “There’s no one smarter than (Y/N), they would even give Hermione a run for her money”
* You wear a new outfit/try a new style and-
* “Ron what are you doing?” You ask as he pats your pocket
* “I’m just looking for who gave you the absolute Audacity to look this good”
* You laugh
* “I mean how’s anyone supposed to get any work done around here when you’re this good looking” he shakes his head in mock annoyance
* He’s your number 1 hype man
Ginny
* Ginny’s a jock, but she’s also really into music
* She makes you a playlist every few days, and the title is always an inside joke or based on a conversation you had
* “Ginny did you seriously name this playlist ‘snorting vanilla lattes in Malibu’?”
* She just shrugs, it’s not her fault you laughed so hard you snorted vanilla latte all over a Malibu themed place mat.
* She also leaves you little notes
* You reach into your coat pocket only to feel a piece of folded paper
* “You’re prettier than an avocado?” You read to yourself
To the Moon and Back - Based on this request: “reader has like the worse panic attack in their life n fred helps them n snuggles w them after n stuff?” Imagine
Ten Galleons and a Heart to Break - Based on this request: “one with fred weasley where the george dares him to go out with reader, but fred actually falls in love with her, but the reader finds out angst with a happy ending <3″ Imagine
Better Than You Think - Based on this request: “asexual reader with Fred weasley. Reader likes Fred so much and they try to ask reader out but they say no and so they are confused. They go to readers friend and they set everything up and they go into the readers room and say it’s ok to be asexual” Imagine
What We Say - Of all the people to make you feel better after overhearing your friends talk bad about you, you weren’t expecting Fred Weasley to rise to the challenge. Imagine
I Remember - Fred and George Weasley have been a constant thorn in your side ever since you started at Hogwarts. That being said, why is Fred trying so hard to make things right again? Imagine
Avoid, Ignore, Distract - After the Weasley Twins launch their latest prank where everyone at Hogwarts is forced to say nothing but the truth, Y/N L/N is terrified that she’s going to reveal her deepest secret- namely, that she’s been crushing on Fred. Imagine
The Only Reason - Y/N L/N is one of the smartest Gryffindors in her year, so of course Fred and George Weasley ask her to help them with a prank. The only problem is that Y/N is beginning to fall for Fred, even though she knows he’s only paying attention to her because of the prank, right? Imagine
Drowning - Y/N L/N is tormented by the fact that her crush, Fred Weasley, is just using her to get closer to her best friend, Angelina Johnson. However, she might be wrong about Fred’s true intentions. Imagine
The Dare - It’s a boring, hot day at Hogwarts when your friends dare you to spend the night out of your dorm in the Quidditch pitch. Will you be able to make it without getting caught by Filch, especially with the help of one redheaded twin? Imagine
Request: Could you write a fic where the reader is hesitant to date Fred Weasley? Like they’re so used to being independent, and they’re scared that they’ll just be known as ‘Fred’s girlfriend’ because he’s so well known? And they just want to be known as themselves? Sorry if this is confusing, I hope I made it make sense 😬🙏
A/N: not confusing at all! God, this is MONTHS old…. Sorry to anyone who’s submitted lately, life just picked up speed and I had the LONGEST writers block but I’m kind of back now!
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Fred Weasley was intimidating.
This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, in the sense that he made others upset. He often did the opposite, making students laugh as he and George were chased down the hall by an angry Filch. It certainly brought a smile to your own face.
No, he was intimidating because of his reputation.
The first time he’d asked you out was in the middle of your first year, after you’d hidden him in a secret passage. He’d been running from Filch, and by now, the twins knew that they had a better chance of getting rid of the grumpy caretaker if they split directions. Luckily, the two of you were on the fourth floor, and as you spotted the bright flash of red, you quickly tugged his hand. “Follow me.” You said, dragging him out of the crowded hallway and opening up a mirror on the wall. There was a small room, and together you snuck in.
“How did you find this place?” he hissed at you. You stayed close to the wall, listening for any sound of Filch or Ms. Norris.
“Exploring. I tend to wander all the time on weekends.” You said into the darkness.
He looked at you incredulously. “Brilliant. What house are you in?”
“Ravenclaw.”
“Maybe we can go out another time. When I’m not being chased by Filch.” Fred suggested. “As a date.”
You heard Filch run past, muttering angrily. “Bloody Weasleys… think they can get away with anything. I’ll tie ‘em up this time, I just know it..”
“We’re twelve.” You reminded him. You listened for one more moment, before opening the mirror. Carefully, you looked out into the hallway. “All clear.” You said, jumping out of the hole and running off.
Since then, Fred made an effort to find you. You hadn’t given him a name, but within a month or so, he had stumbled upon your table in the library.
“You’re the one who saved me.” He said, making you startle. “Hey, it’s nice to see you in the light. I’m Fred.”
“I know.” You said, putting your quill reluctantly into your inkpot. With him around, you doubted you’d be able to do much homework today.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/N).”
Every week since then, Fred would find you somewhere in the castle - sitting on a window, walking out of your common room, in the Great Hall - and he would ask you the same question.
“Will you go on a date with me?” He asked every time, and every time you looked at him and said one word: “No.”
“Why not?” Fred asked one day in your fifth year. “Am I that unattractive?”
This made you laugh. “No, it’s not because you’re unattractive.” You glanced over to him, longing to run your fingers through his red hair.
To be honest, you did like Fred Weasley. You liked him so much that it scared you. In the beginning, you weren’t sure why he kept talking to you, considering how shy you were compared to other students. It wasn’t like he was trying to pressure you into dating him. Because, despite what he asked every week, he simply liked being around you.
“He’s right, you know.” Your friend, Mei, pointed out as you sat in the common room that night. “Why don’t you ever say yes? Merlin knows you’ve liked him since you dragged him into the mirror room that day.”
“Because it’s Fred.” You whined, flopping backwards onto the couch. “Fred Weasley, one of the two kings of any and all magical pranks. A pureblood-”
“A blood traitor-” Mei interjected, and you waved your hand.
“He’s still a pureblood.”
“Why drag it on though? That’s cruel.” Mei shook her head. “Sooner or later he’s gonna get tired of the cat and mouse game.”
“I don’t want to be known as Fred Weasley’s partner. I want to be independent. I want to make a name for myself.”
“(Y/N), you’re a shoe-in to be a prefect, and you’re the only Ravenclaw that interacts with all four houses. You already have a reputation as the Ravenclaw who belongs in Hufflepuff.” Mei snorted. “You’re (Y/N) first. Anything else comes second.”
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The next week, Fred was waiting for you outside the Ravenclaw common room. Instead of asking the usual question, the two of you just started walking.
“I figured since you always say no, I should move on, right? Unless you’ve been playing hard to get this entire time.” He looked at you. “Angelina’s rather pretty, isn’t she?”
“Um… I think I left something in my room.” You said, already stepping back. “I’ll talk to you later, Fred.”
You’d just entered through the common room entrance when tears welled up in your eyes. He’d given you so many chances, but you’d never taken any of them. Now, it was too late.
Mei, who was just coming down from your room, took one glance at you and sighed. “I warned you.”
For the next few days you avoided Fred. The easy thing about avoiding the Weasleys was that they could be spotted anywhere. Whenever you entered the crowded hallways, you slipped into the mass of people before anyone could see your (H/C) hair.
Finally, he cornered you after DADA. “You’re upset with me, aren’t you?”
“No? I mean, yes. Kind of. I don’t know.” You squeaked out, trying to sidestep away from him.
“I’ve known you for more than four years, (Y/N). You can’t get away that easily.” He said, brown eyes meeting yours. “What did I do? I didn’t prank you by accident, did I?”
“Even if you did, I wouldn’t be upset with you.” You said, once again trying to step away.
He made a move to grab your wrist, but thought better of it and pulled his hand back. There was a small pang in your heart as you watched his face slowly start to fall.
“It’s really stupid, you don’t want to know-”
“If you don’t want me around anymore then that’s fine, but just tell me, yeah?” Fred said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“That’s not what I want.” You said, frustrated. “Listen, just, follow me, please.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the mirror room on the fourth floor. You climbed inside, with him following shortly.
Carefully, you pulled the door closed, then whispered, “Lumos.” A small, bright light engulfed the room.
“I don’t want you to stop talking to me. That’s not what I want at all. I like you too much.” You blurted out, and he looked at you, stunned.
“But all those times you said no-”
“I didn’t want to be just your girlfriend. I didn’t want people to know me as (Y/N), Fred Weasley’s girlfriend. I want people to know me for me.”
“You could have told me.” He gave you a look, and you turned red under his gaze.
“It’s just a silly insecurity.”
“I didn’t even ask Angelina out.” Fred laughed. “You can’t ask another person out when you have feelings for the first.”
“I’m sorry I dragged it on for far too long. You didn’t deserve that.”
“So… would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”
