A Gentleman Doesn't Press His Advantage
- Fred Weasley x Fem Ravenclaw Reader
summary: after an overindulgence on butter beer in hogsmeade, Fred helps a vulnerable ravenclaw back to the castle
contents: intoxication (of reader)/mentions of drinking (alcohol), tension, fluff, drunk reader
a/n: more dialog than usual :) & not proof read
word count: 2.6k
It was the first night of break, and you had just been dumped by your boyfriend. He had told you he was bored and wasn't into you anymore, even though he was the one who approached you first. He was a total douche anyway. But the way he dealt with the situation was totally messed up. You were humiliated by the whole ordeal. And now you were alone for break, you weren't able to come home and all your friends had left earlier that day with the majority of your fellow Hogwarts students.
So there you sat in the Three Broomsticks on your fourth butter beer, sitting by your lonesome trying to forget your sucky reality.
But you weren't the only Hogwarts student in the pub; in fact, there were a decent number considering most had gone home for break.
You hadn't really taken into account who exactly was there, given your preoccupied mind.
But sat in a booth to your right were a few Gryffindors and there were a few other groups distributed around the tables.
While you were focused on attempting to drown the world out, someone was oddly focused on you.
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As the evening grew into night, the small friend groups dwindled down until it was only you and the group to your right.
At this point, you were pretty far gone, slightly red-faced, and feeling hazy.
But somehow, in the back of your mind, a rational voice convinced you it was time to go and stop drinking.
So you clumsily got to your feet and managed to drop the correct amount of coins on the table to pay for your butter beers.
You snatched your coat and turned to head out. During your packing up, the group of Gryffindors had been doing the same; they were a few steps ahead of you, with one in particular keeping an eye on you.
As you shuffled towards the door, the majority of the Gryffindors had just exited, with the exception of one red-haired boy.
In your inebriation, you didn't notice him until you stumbled over a stool and nearly crashed into a column. Narily missing bashing your head on it only because Fred Weasley caught you before you could.
His powerful frame supported your floppy limbs as you fell into him. His hands steadied you, as you akwardly attempted to scramble up.
Your hands reached up and held onto his muscular shoulders as he peered down at you with a sympathetic look.
"You alright there?" He asked in a deep, level voice.
You gazed up at him in drunken awe as if he were a guardian angel who descended to save you.
You grew pinker still in the cheeks, flustered by his handsome face and figure.
You opened your mouth to speak then closed it. Glassy eyes blinking a few times before finally uttering a softly slurred,
"I'm fine, fine. You s-saved me." He grinned, amused by your unusual behavior.
"Right then, do tell how many butter beers you have had tonight?" His brow furrowed.
You made an exaggerated, shocked, and then thoughtful expression.
"Hmmm, I don't know.. only a couple." Fred's face creased in concern. Clearly, you had way too many to handle. And now you were catching the attention of a few adult patrons of the pub.
Fred noticed a creepy older wizard peering at your backside with a gross expression. He decided it was time to get you out of there. He was glad he had stayed back to watch you. Now seeing that you could have easily slipped into a sticky situation.
Fred hoisted you up onto your feet, but soon it was clear with the lift in your shoes that it would be easy to twist an ankle on the cobblestone of the streets of Hogsmeade, given your current state.
So Fred wrapped his arms around your back, then, under your legs, and lifted you off the ground. You smiled adoringly at him as he did so, half-lidded eyes blinking slowly up at him.
Fred adjusted his grip so that your skirt was covering you properly and he gave the old creep a death stare as he turned for the door.
You wrapped your arms around Fred's neck and rested your head against his chest.
"Mmm, you smell nice," Your eyes had drooped closed now and you still had a dreamy smile on your lips.
He grinned to himself, the compliment making him feel warm inside despite the cool night air.
"Do you even know my name?" He asked in a low voice.
You now had an almost pained expression on your face, seemingly offended by the queston.
"Of-of course I do, you're F-Fred Weas-sley." Your speech was broken but somehow assured.
He looked down at you in his arms; your droopy eyes were already locked on him. He couldn't help but think you looked beautiful. The way you were not your usual gaurded self, whom he had thought didn't know his name when sober.
Fred hadn't just started watching you that night. He had been infatuated with you for months. You just seemed so out of his league. You hadn't ever spoken to him; you had seemed untouchable. Not to mention the fact that you had a boyfriend until recently. But of course, he had heard what happened between the two of you. Everyone had. That's the reason he'd thought you were in the Three Broomsticks by yourself in the first place.
He felt like the luckiest guy in the world at the moment. When you said his name and the way you looked up at him, he flushed.
You also smelled great. Your scent was swirling around in his head, making him a little weak. The way you were holding onto him didn't help either.
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Fred made his way up the stairs into the castle with you still secure in his arms, holding on tight.
He turned towards Ravenclaw Tower but stopped short when he felt you tugging on his jumper.
"No, take me to your dorm." Your glassy eyes were pleading and tired looking.
He frowned, "Uhh- well I don't know if that's-"
"Pleaseee Freddie, I don't want to be alone." You pouted and ran your fingers up the nape of his neck anf through his hair.
He shuddered.
He wasn't totally comfortable with you being in his room, but he couldn't get you into your dorm without you letting yourself into the tower and you seemed strongly apposed to going anyway.
So, seeing no other option, Fred turned and headed towards his dorm.
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As he ascended the stairs that led to his room, he felt an uneasy knot in his chest tighten as he was reminded of your vulnerability as you hummed and played with his hair.
He had watched you enough to know this isn't even how you had shown affection to your boyfriend, let alone a vertual stranger you had never spoken to.
It made him feel like a dirtbag the way you were all over him while being this drunk.
Fred carried you into his dorm, which was dimly lit and cozy. Also vacant, George and Lee were in another room for the night, working on a new prank idea they had cooked up that night in the pub.
They knew Fred had stayed back to make sure you got to the castle okay so the two of you weren't going to be bothered.
This fact made Fred feel even worse.
He crossed the room and lay you down gently on his bed. You gazed up at him with a more intense look than before. Like you wanted something.
Fred turned and grabbed a glass from his desk and took out his wand from his pocket.
"Aquamenti," he muttered. The glass magically filled with water.
"Drink this." He handed the glass to you as you sat up. You took it and guzzled it down quickly. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand when you finished it. You placed the glass on the bedside table and turned your attention back to Fred.
That same dreamy smile played across your lips once again, making Fred flush slightly. The sight of you gazing up at him like that from his bed with your skirt riding up your thighs was getting to him.
He averted his eyes and was about to turn and go take George's bed when he felt you grab his wrist.
He looked down at you as you tugged on his arm,
"Come sit," You badded your eyes flirtatiously at him. He obeyed and sat down next to you, still uncomfortable with the situation. He desperately did not want to take advantage of you. Not to say he didn't want you, he certainly did, but not like this.
You scooted closer to him, reached out a hand, and began running it through his fiery hair. He inhaled sharply and glanced your way. You were very close to him; he could feel the heat emulating off your body.
His eyes drifted down to where your skirt was high enough he could see your panties peaking out from under it. He grew red and averted his eyes. You pouted at his avoidence and scooted closer still.
"Come onnn," You huffed, frustrated that Fred wasn't touching you.
He inhaled slowly, trying to keep his composure.
You brought both hands to his face and turned his head to look at you. His eyes were filled with determination and what looked almost like pain.
You tried to bring his face closer to yours, but he wouldn't budge. So you started leaning in closing you eyes as you got closer to his lips.
He suddenly grabbed your wrists and firmly held you in place. Your eyes opened; you were now clearly put off. Unhappy that Fred was not indulging in your advances.
He held you at an arm's length with sad eyes. Concerned for you, wondering why you were acting this way. Wanted so bad for you to be sober and wanted him, but not like this- never like this. You weren't yourself.
He looked longingly into your drowsy eyes, still holding onto your wrists.
"Look, we can't, not now." He looked away, feeling like he would never get this close to you again. But confident this was the right thing to do.
You pouted again, sticking your bottom lip out.
"Pleaseee, you were so nice to me tonight, Freddie. I want to repay you." He tensed at your pleading, but his restraint held.
"Your thanks are enough, I promise. You should get some sleep." He slid off the bed and crouched before you and began taking your shoes off.
Your fingers were soon tangled in his hair, and he let out a shaky breath. Struggling to focus on his task at hand. When he finally took them off, he stood up and opened one of his dresser drawers and retreaved a pair of his pajama pants and matching shirt.
He set them in your lap and retreated to George's area to give you privacy while you changed.
Unfortunately for Fred, he unintentionally caught a glimpse of you in the reflection in the window just as you were without shirt and skirt.
He felt his pants strain slightly and shut his eyes tight, covering them with his hands. Embarrassed.
"I'm uh- I'm done." You murmured from next to his bed. Looking sheepish now.
Fred turned and stared at you standing in his room in his pajamas. He cleared his throat and took a few steps toward his bed, pulling back the covers and fluffing a pillow for you.
Your eyes followed his movements intently, stepping closer to him. He turned to you and noticed you had nearly closed the gap between your bodies.
He gulped and held your gaze. You smiled up at him, and before he could react, you reached in and gave him a tight hug. Your arms snaked around his strong torso as the muscles contracted at your touch. After a second his arms rested lightly against your back, returning the embrace.
You detached yourself from him and climbed into his bed. He watched you do so, longing still beating in his heart. He swallowed and pulled the covers over you, not meeting your eyes.
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You quickly fell asleep; Fred, on the other hand, struggled for quite some time. Your scent and presence were so fresh in his mind.
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The next morning, you woke with a start. Unsure where you were for a moment, then it all came back to you. You groaned.
Fred turned from across the room, where he had just finished making you tea. He looked at you awkwardly as he carried the mug over to you.
He set it on the bedside table and stepped back.
"Hey, I know this is kinda weird, but nothing happened, and I promise this wasn't my plan or idea or anything. And if you think it's weird, you can leave and never talk about it, and I won't either and-"
"It's okay, Fred, I remember what happened." You smiled weakly at him.
"You do?" He looked relieved.
"Yeah, I do. And I'm so sorry for throwing myself at you like that. It wasn't cool; I was just- I don't know. Messed up."
"Don't worry about it." He looked away then, somehow even more embarrassed by the situation now that you were sober.
"And thank you for everything." He met your gaze, and you smiled. The tips of his ears grew pink.
You sat up and reached for the mug of tea next to you. You blew on it and took a sip.
"Mmm, it's good. Thanks." He nodded. After what felt like minutes, you stood up and walked to the window. His eyes followed you as you turned the latch and opened it. Then sat on the sill.
You looked over at him and patted the area next to you. He hesitated, then walked over and gingerly sat down.
For the first time, you took in his features. He had freckles covering his face and neck, with a head full of bright red hair. His deep brown eyes met yours as you stared at him. You held his gaze, then looked out the window and set your mug down on a nearby table.
"You're such a good guy." The statement hung in the silence for a moment before he responded.
"Oh- uh, thanks." He kept his eyes locked on the window, avoiding your eyes.
"I mean it, you didn't try anything last night. Even when I was all over you... I don't know; I just thought no guy would ever do that." You looked back out the window. Closing your eyes as a cool breeze swept through the opening.
He looked down at his hands.
"It's not like I didn't want to. I did. It's just not like that." He was fidgeting with his hands now.
You looked up at him, surprised.
"You did?" He met your eyes.
"Yeah." A moment passed.
Something shifted.
A gust blew through the open window, and your hair moved into your face slightly.
Fred's hand reached out and tucked the strands behind your ear.
You leaned in ever so slightly.
Fred did the same.
You could feel each other's breath.
All you could hear was your heart, which seemed like it was beating inside your ears.
Fred's hand cupped your cheek and your hands lifted to his jaw.
You both moved forward and his lips pressed into yours.
You could feel his passion; he tasted like tea and something more special that you couldn't quite place. It felt like something charged.
His heart was racing; he had waited so long for this moment. And it was as perfect as he had imagined.
