fred weasley x fem!reader
EDIT: i found the tiktok after literally a year of searching lol,, vid credit i based this off of goes to @/ci.rius on tiktok!!
a/n: hi! this is sort of based off of a tiktok i saw where the creator talked to hermione about fred and angelina at the yule ball over an audio clip. i don't remember the creator, so if you find it please lmk! anyway, enjoy this lil wintery blab
tw: swearing, meantions of violence, shouting
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the snow at hogwarts was always your favorite. the piles of white glittery fluff laying on the castle grounds never failed to amaze you, and this year, it was more beautiful than ever. you didn't know why that was, but the ginger standing next to you sure added to the scenery.
"isn't it lovely?" you said to him, your vouce dripping in awe. "i never want to look away!"
"yes it's quite beautiful y/n, but can't you admire it from your dorm window? i'm freezing my arse off out here!" fred replied with his hands tucked far into his coat pockets.
"you can go in, you know, i'm fine here," you said reassuringly.
he scoffed. "you really think i'm gonna leave you out here in the cold? by yourself? are you nuts?" he looked fake-shocked. "that would not be a very friendly thing to do, y/n, and i am a great friend, you know," he says matter-of-factly.
"you're an idiot, fred weasley," you said, attempting to hide the bitterness that struck your heart when he said "friend." you had been in love with the boy since your first year at hogwarts, when you were introduced by his younger brother, ron, whom you had become friends with on the train ride over. fred, however, seemed to be oblivious. he never was one for smarts, though. all this to say, you relictantly went inside, not without your counterpart receiving a soft punch to the arm, which resulted in a string of not-so-nice words.
with the snow came the yule ball. every year you were too nervous to ask fred, and every year, he went with another girl. this year, though, you were determined to get him first. you had a plan this time around, and you had decided that, if it didn't work, you were cursed. you were going to ask him at lunch today, which just so happened to be after this period, potions. you had told your best friend, hermione, about your plan, and she was adamant to help you, but you wanted to do it on your own. reluctantly, she obliged.
this period seemed to take at least ten times longer than usual. you couldn't help but wiggle your quill in anticipation, waiting to be dismissed. then, something broke your focus.
"angelina!" fred had whispered. once she looked over he mouthed: "want to go to the yule ball with me?" your heart dropped. again? seriously? you hoped for a no.
she nodded and said "sure!" and you nearly crushed your quill in anger. hermione looked over at you with wide eyes. fred shot a huge cheeky wink at ron, they probably had a bet or something, you guessed. but it didn't matter. his smile only made your eyes well up with tears. you blinked them away and continued working on your assignment, albeit more aggressively than before.
you were silent at lunch, and everyone noticed, just your luck they paid attention today. you chose to play with your food, rather than eating it, and you were completely out of it.
"y/n," ron chimed, "did you hear me?"
"what? d'you say somethin'?" you mumbled.
"yeah, i asked if you were gonna eat that," he said, gesturing to your still-full plate. you silently nudged it over to him and went back to your previous activity of staring at the wall.
after lunch, you had a free period, which you chose to spend on the bridge outside, admiring the snow to distract yourself.
"jesus 'mione, you nearly made me piss m'self!" you said with your hand over your chest.
she laughed. "sorry, sorry, didn't mean to startle you. i just wanted to check on you. are you okay?"
"sure, yeah, i'm fine," you sarcastically replied. "the boy i've been in love with for 5 years just asked out yet another girl and i'm totally, one-hundred percent okay with it!" you said with a fake smile that you quickly dropped into a frown.
"yeeaahh," she said. "i figured."
the next week seemed to pass slower than ever. you just wanted to get to the ball and get it over with, but the universe seemed to have it out for you.
you had a beautiful dress picked out, and, a week ago, you were thrilled to wear it, but now? you were dreading having to dress up at all. you had even considered ditching altogether, but hermione wasn't going to allow that.
"you're going, y/n, now get that dress on! i'll even do your makeup for you! go ooooonnn!" she insisted, slightly shoving you toward your wardrobe.
you sighed. "fine, i'll go, but i'm going to complain the whole time," you said with an eye roll.
"yes i am perfectly aware of that, now get dressed!"
an hour later, your hair was curled, your makeup done, and you were completely dressed to the nines. you had a silvery high-low dress that was adorned with small white gemstones on the boddess and neckline.
hermione's face seemed to glow with happiness. "you look absolutely STUNNING, y/n!" she hugged you tight and led you to the floor-length mirror in your room.
although you felt miserable, you did look quite pretty. pretty enough to make you grin a little. "seeeeee you're gorgeous!" hermione said. "now let's go, you'll totally make him lose it!"
you doubted that, but she pulled on your arm, leaving you no choice but to attend the ball.
your evening was quite shit to say the least. you spent it standing next to hermione swaying awkwardly to whatever song was playing, all the while sipping on some butterbeer to keep your hands busy. you kept glaring at fred and angelina, who had found their way to the dance floor.
"quit staring, y/n, you'll only make it worse for yourself," hermione said, giving you a knowing look.
you sipped your drink, still glaring. "why does she get him? i'm in love with him, shes just heartbroken. you know what i do when i'm heartbroken? eat cake. why can't she just eat cake and give me the pretty ginger boy?" you said bitterly.
hermione laughed. "he'll get it some day, y/n, just not today."
"it's never today," you said sharply, taking another drink. they looked like they were having such a good time, and you hated it. you should have been used to it by now, every year you had to see it, but this year felt worse. you had been so eager to ask him, but no, never you.
you decided you'd had enough of the so-called fun for the evening. you sat your cup down and promptly stormed out of the ballroom.
you decided to go to the bridge again to watch the snowfall. it really was beautiful, but you cursed it silently for remaining that way. you just wanted him to see you like he sees the snow. you wanted to make him feel as good as a good prank does. you wanted him.
"hey," you felt a hand on your shoulder, which prompted you to jump and curse.
"fuck! fred what the hell!" you pulled away from him and leaned on the bridge once more.
"sorry, figured i'd find you here. what happened? i saw you leave earlier. do i need to kill someone?" he said, genuinely concerned.
you laughed st the irony of his last comment. "don't worry about it, i'm fine," you said bitterly.
"y/n, come on, i've known you 5 years now, you're not getting off that easy."
"seriously, just leave it," you said with a warning tone.
"i'm not leaving till you telll mee," he said in a sing-songy voice.
you snapped. "why her?" you shouted, sharply turning to face him. "why her of all people? why not me, fred? what's she got that i haven't? can't you see i'm bloody in love with you? i've been standing here all this time and yet you never fail to snog everyone else but me."
he was dumbfounded. he just stared at with his mouth open. you waited for a response, but all you got was a stuttered, "y/n i-."
you scoffed and smiled up at the sky sarcastically. "whatever, fuck it, fred. forget i ever said anything at all." you turned around and made your way back to the castle. before you even made it half way down the bridge, you sobbed.
two days had passed since the yule ball, and you looked terrible. you hadn't slept but two or three hours since then, your eyes were dark and surrounded with purple. your hair was messy, and, honestly, you just looked miserable, and you were. you hadn't talked to hardly anyone, and your friends were all worried.
"seriously, hermione, what's her deal?" ron had asked after passing you in the hall.
"she told fred," she whispered.
"oh no, it didn't go well, then?" he replied.
"obviously not, you git," harry said, shoving his friend on the arm.
"you've got to say something to him, ronald. she's extremely depressed!" hermione suggested sternly.
"right, and what am i supposed to say? 'hey fred y/n's in love with you, what are you gonna do about that?'" he asked.
"yes! exactly that!" she replied.
"alright, geez," ron said. "i'll talk to him."
"hey fred," ron said timidly.
"hello, little brother!" he replied, unexpectedly chipper.
"what's wrong with y/n," ron asked, pretending to not know. "you haven't talked to her, have you?"
his smile faltered. "she told you, didn't she?" he asked.
"well, not exactly. she told hermione, who told me to talk to you," ron explained.
"ah, i see," said fred. "well i'm not really sure what to do about it all. i mean, she was so angry! and loud! merlin was she loud."
"well, do you like her?" ron asked.
"well i love her. of course i love her, she's my best friend. but, to be honest, i don't know how to feel," fred replied. "i don't know if i just love her, or if i'm in love with her, or what."
"well, uh," ron tried to think of something to help. "how do you feel when you see her?"
"happy," he said. "anytime she comes around i get so giddy i can't help but laugh." he started to smile. " i get lost in her eyes, her laugh is contagious!" he looked at ron, who raised his eyebrows and gave him a knowing look.
"oh my god i'm in love with her!" fred realized.
ron nodded, "yep. you shou-"
fred cut him off "i should go tell her!" he ran for the door to go confess and apologize to his best friend.
"y/n! y/n! i've got to talk to you!" fred yelled as he ran in your direction. you were, once again, sitting on the bridge, coincidentally where you two had last spoken two days ago.
you stood up and pretended not to hear him. you didn't want to talk to him, especially not about the events that occured two nights ago. you heard him call for you again, and picked up your pace. you had begun to jog when he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.
"hey, fred, didn't see you there!" you laughed awkwardly, your eyes on the ground.
"y/n, can we please talk about it?" he asked, his eyes down on yours.
"what do you want to talk about? if you're just going to say 'i love you, but' or 'we're better amoff as friends', you can just turn and go back the way you came," you said plainly.
"i'm in love with you y/n. i didn't realize it before, and i was just shocked when you told me then, you were very loud," he laughed. "but really, y/n, i am in love with you, and i'm so sorry i upset you. your silent treatment was just awful, honestly. couldn't you have just hit me or something? it would have hurt less!"
you tried not to smile, but his was so beautiful, you had to. "you mean it, freddie? you're in love with me? this isn't another prank is it? if it is so help me god, weasley, i'll hex your nuts off," you said, pointing your wand at his chin and glaring.
"ah! no, no, i'm being serious!" he said in fake-shock.
"okay, then," you said, laughing. you put your wand back in your pocket and looked up at him.
after a moment of silence, he simply asked: "can i kiss you now?"
"you're an idiot, fred weasley," you replied.
he pulled you into a passionate, yet, sort of awkward kiss, and you melted. you had been waiting 5 years for this, and it was everything you could have ever imagined. you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled.
"so they made up, then?" harry asked with a smile.
"i guess so, whatever you said must have worked, ronald," hermione praised. "well done."
ron fist-pumped into the air out of pride, and high-fived harry, all three laughing.
you looked over your shoulder to see all of them cheering. your face turned red and you laughed, too. "idiots," you said, before kissing fred once more.
