pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader
warnings: none (finally fluff :))
a/n: reader is gryffindor for the plot to work out. on another note, i’ve got an essay due in three days for english and i haven’t even started writing. i hate myself.
song: i wanna be yours by artic monkeys
In your first year of attending Hogwarts, you had already formed an opinion on the Weasley twins, and it was anything but good. In a matter of hours, they had somehow managed to annoy the everliving hell out of you. Lucky you, you had gotten the wonderful opportunity to share a boat ride from the train to the castle with them, and it seemed – then and there – that they had decided to make it their all-time goal to bother you for the rest of the Sorting Ceremony.
Thankfully, once you were sorted, you didn’t have to sit near either of them. However, when you got to the Gryffindor’s common room, they decided to strike up a conversation with you, draping one of their arms over either of your shoulders, weighing you down a bit.
The conversation was them trying to convince you to help them with their jokes and pranks, to which you turned down, in their own words, ‘the opportunity of a lifetime’, or else you’d be a target. Then, of course, you hadn’t expected more than disappearing ink spilled on your essay, or tying your shoe laces together.
In your second year, the pranks hadn’t stopped, and you realized just how drastic they got. Luckily, you were one to take a joke – up to a certain point.
You were in the library, finishing up on a potions essay that was due in a few days, but you had preferred to finish beforehand. You were minding your own business, when, seemingly out of nowhere, one of the Weasley twins backed up into the table, knocking over the ink you were writing with. Not only did it cover half of your essay, but it stained your shirt, and got a bit on your face.
Instantly, your blood turned to a boil, and whichever twin it was – since you hadn’t cared to learn their names – took notice very quickly. “What is the matter with you? I was minding my own business! And now I’m covered in ink!” You shouted through gritted teeth, just as the other twin walked over to his counterpart, identical surprised looks on their faces.
With one last frustrated exhale, you collected your belongings and stormed out of the library, before they could even begin to apologize. Once out in the corridor, you were surprised when you felt a tear rolling down your cheek. As quick as you felt it, you wiped it away with your sleeve, not knowing if anyone saw.
But both of the boys had seen; they had ran after you to apologize when they did. Though they wouldn’t have admitted it, they felt a twinge of guilt at your appearance.
In your third year, the famous Boy Who Lived had arrived at Hogwarts, along with another Weasley, and a small, curly haired girl, who reminded you of yourself. All three children had been sorted into Gryffindor, and you quickly made friends with the talented girl, Hermione Granger.
Not a few weeks later, she too had an irritation to the Weasley twins’ younger brother, Ron. She spoke, “He’s rude, and I don’t think he realizes that the things we learn in class will be on the exams at the end of the year.”
“Ignore him.” You replied, simply, with a smile on your face, “Trust me, he doesn’t sound worth your time.” You finished, earning a smile from the first year.
“Thanks, Y/n.” She said, and with that, you bid each other good bye as you continued on to your next class. You had Transfiguration, and sat beside Angelina Johnson, your dormmate and friend.
She had previously tried to get you to become at least acquaintances with the Weasley twins, insisting that they weren’t as bad as you thought. That was the reason you weren’t surprised when you walked into the class to see her sitting next to one of the twins, you know realized as George, the one she clearly fancied, leaving you to sit next to his twin.
When she noticed you in the classroom, you met her eyes and sent her a glare, to which she replied with a small laugh. You were in no mood, and didn’t think you’d ever be to make friends with Fred nor George Weasley.
In your fourth year, the last Weasley had arrived at the school, and thankfully, she didn’t look nearly as insufferable as her older brothers.
In that year, the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, and a monster was set loose in the castle, petrifying muggleborns, left and right. You were obviously terrified, being muggleborn yourself.
You had just gotten finished with yelling at the Weasley twins for a prank on a poor first year, when you arrived to the library. You were merely looking out the window, admiring the view when – suddenly – everything went dark, as if someone had turned out very light in the world.
Just as soon as you had blacked out, you woke back up, this time in the hospital wing, confused and a bit frightened about how you had gotten there. Unfortunately, you were one of the petrified students, along with Hermione, Colin Creevey, and Justin Flinch-Fletchley.
Once you were released from the hospital wing, you went straight to the Great Hall, eager to see your friends. You had barely stepped into the hall when Alicia and Angelina ran towards you, pulling you into a hug. Little did you know, that Fred and George were both – more than they’d care to admit – thankful that you were okay.
In your fifth year, the notorious, mass murderer, Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, something that had never been done before.
That was also the year you had finally attempted to befriend Fred and George, to which they happily obliged, and much to Angelina’s relief.
Though that entire year hadn’t been significant to you, a part of it had been, because of how you had two new friends, that – as cheesey as it had sounded – made your world just a bit brighter, in the end.
By your sixth year, the Tri-Wizard Tournament had come to Hogwarts, along with Durmstang and Beauxbatons. You and twins were already friends, but your feelings for Fred had shifted into a different route.
When you realized you had other feelings for him, the two of you were in the library, finishing up on a Herbology essay that was due the next day. You had been writing for so long, you hadn’t realized that Fred had falled asleep beside you.
“Hey, Fred, are you –?” You began, but upon turning your head, you saw him sound asleep over his half written essay. For some odd reason, your eyes had rested on him, and you felt a blush creep on to your cheeks.
“What?” He asked, groggily, slowly waking up. His eyes still squinted, you quickly turned away and began to place the books back on the shelves, and your essay into tour bag.
Your speed had alarmed Fred, as he tried to wake up, “Are you okay? Do you still need to finish?” He asked, crinkling his eyebrows.
“Yeah!” You said, “I just – I’m tired.” You finished, quickly, rushing out of the library. You practically sprinted to the Gryffindor common room, hoping that Fred wasn’t behind you.
Once back in your dormitory, you internally cursed yourself. 'Fred?’ You asked yourself, 'It had to be Fred?’ You thought, again, a small groan escaping your lips.
Less than a week later, in Potions, you had been paired up with Fred, and everytime he merely looked at you, or even when he spoke, it felt entirely different. At the same time, it felt wonderful.
Fred hadn’t realized he had fancied you until that very Potions class, when your hand had barely grazed his when you were reaching for the textbook.
When you looked back up at him to ask a question, his eyes were wide, and a redness, close to the color of his hair, had spread across his face.
“Fred? Are you okay?” You asked, confused by his expression. He immediately nodded his head, a little too quick. “Uh, alright.” You replied with a soft laugh.
“You want to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” He asked, out of the blue. You spun back around, a bit starstruck at his words.
“Er, y-yeah, that sounds nice.” You said. The two of you had laughter bubbling from your lips at the sight of each other being a stuttering and blushing mess.
And all was well for the rest of your lives, because he doesn’t die.
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