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The Yule Ball

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,266

Summary: Can I have a Fred Weasley one where we always fight (not dating) but we only fight because we secretly like each other and when it's the Yule Ball there is this guy who is new and he is a player and he asks me and at the Ball he is really touchy and I don't want it and Fred sees it and fights him and in the end with a lot of fluff and confessing our love.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Request for @anyfandomimaginex I hope it’s what you wanted! ^_^

“You two! Could you please stop? You’re making too much noise and I’m trying to study over here. Some of us actually want to pass our exams with good grades,” you said in a whisper-shout, folding your arms on your chest and glaring at the offending red-headed boys who were standing in the library, looking up explosive spells and trying them out on small objects. Colourful smoke was drifting up from what had once been flowerpots and old quills and the table was dotted with ash of all colours. No other student was glaring at them because they were all very fond of the twin brothers but you, as a Prefect, felt the need to tell them off as the library was for studying and not experimenting around with strange spells.

One of the two brothers -Fred, you knew, because he was the only one of the two who ever fought with you- stepped forward and fixed you with a harsh glare. “Oh, it’s little miss Prefect again,” he said, rolling his eyes. He was about to say something else when George grabbed his forearm and gathered all their stuff. “Don’t bother, Fred. Let’s go continue at the Common Room,” he told his brother and hurried off. Fred cast one last look at you before following his brother outside. A part of you was disappointed at that, but you had never actually allowed yourself to admit that perhaps you didn’t really dislike him.

You sighed and decided to get back to studying but instead, you found yourself thinking about the Yule Ball the next week. You didn’t have a date for it, and you weren’t planning on getting one, though you and a couple of your girl friends from your house, who also didn’t have anyone to go with had decided to go for fun, not really expecting to be asked to dance with anybody. Still, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you weren’t going to miss it. That evening, after having mostly finished your homework for almost the whole week, you got up and headed to the Great Hall for dinner. On your way there though, a rather cute brown-haired boy wearing the blue Beauxbatons uniform stopped you. He looked rather confident in himself but his words, in perfectly good, if slightly accented English, were shy.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle. You’re Y/n, right?” he asked you with a blinding grin on his face, though he was blushing a bit nervously. You nodded in response. “I’m Marc. I’m from Beauxbatons, as you can see. And I wanted to ask you... will you be my date for the Ball? I have seen you around, and I think you are very pretty and smart, and it would be my honour if you said yes,” he said. You found his slight French accent cute, and he was rather handsome as well.

Thinking yourself lucky, you smiled right back at him. “Of course, Marc! I’d love to,” you said and he beamed at you before bidding you a good night and hurrying off to dinner.

You spent the rest of the week talking with your friends about the Ball, laughing with them and smiling at Marc whenever you saw him walking around the corridors. All that kept you busy and, thankfully -or not, you weren’t sure- away from the Weasley brothers, and especially Fred.

The night of the Yule Ball you were excited. You felt particularly beautiful in your long blue dress and you were smiling as you descended the countless staircases and traversed the many corridors to reach the Great Hall, outside of which Marc was waiting, dressed in dark blue wizarding robes.

He offered his elbow at you and you hooked your arm through it, beaming up at him as you entered the Great Hall, which looked absolutely beautiful as it was adorned in winter decorations.

You didn’t have a lot of time to appreciate everything though, as you eventually felt a hand trailing up your arm, touching your shoulders. You turned around to see Marc there and you glared at him, shrugging his hand off. You thought that was a one-time-only thing but, eventually, you felt his hands on you again, this time touching your waist and stomach and arms, and you really didn’t like it. You made it obvious and you tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Hey, mate, don’t,” you heard a familiar voice say and both you and Marc turned to meet the glare of Fred Weasley. A glare, which, for once, wasn’t directed to you but instead to the French boy touching you. He looked quite intimidating but Marc didn’t move an inch.

“She’s my date,” he said with a shrug and you were about to retort that you were your own person and, given the opportunity to reach for your wand, you could hex him into the next century, but Fred spoke first.

“The fact that she’s your date doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want to her! She’s a wonderful girl, intelligent and talented and amazing, and she’s not an object for you to touch against her will. So back off, before I make you,” he said, retrieving his wand from a pocket of his robes and pointing it squarely at the French boy’s chest. Marc seemed scared off and, when you elbowed him in the ribs, he hurried off, not looking back.

Fred immediately walked up to you and grabbed hold of your hands tenderly. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you or do anything bad to you?” he asked worriedly, his brown eyes locking with yours.

You found yourself unable to move away. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. And no. No, he didn’t hurt me,” you mumbled, though you were still feeling a bit uneasy. He noticed that and worriedly chewed on his lower lip.

“Would you mind if I hugged you?” he asked tentatively and you nodded your assent at that. Gently, he put his arms around you and hugged you close to him. “That idiot will never touch you again. If you see him again you should curse him, hex him, do something!” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded. “Yes, I will. He just caught me off guard this time and I didn’t know how to react,” you explained. “But... why do you care so much? I thought you disliked me,” you added.

He pulled away from the hug and stopped chewing nervously on his lip. “I, uh... Well, no, I don’t dislike you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I like you -too much- and when I saw that bloody bastard -pardon my language- touching you like that, I saw red. I couldn’t not do that, I hope you understand,” Fred said. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m not expecting that, because I’m definitely not your type and-” You cut him off by grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. It was short and chaste, but it was enough to shut him up.

“What?” he asked rather stupidly, and you giggled.

“I like you too,” you said with a silly grin on your face before leaning closer to him again and capturing his lips with yours in a kiss that was, this time, long and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

When you pulled away to breathe, he grinned a beautiful smile at you and grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers with yours.

“What do you say we end the night on a high note? Let’s have some fun!”

Over the Moon

Summary: The Yule Ball was coming close and you had no date. You just broke up with Cedric Diggory and planned on asking your best friend, Fred Weasley instead. But it looks like he had other plans. Slight angst, fluff, a kiss A/N: This is my first fic so please bear with me. The whole concept was in my script for my DR but I really liked it and decided to write more about it so here!  Feel free to send ur thoughts pls ! <33

Life in Hogwarts was amazing. The magic, the friends, feasts, and drama gives you so much adrenaline. On the other hand, you were living a more exciting student life compared to your other schoolmates because you were best friends with the infamous Weasley twins. The lot of you have been friends since your first train ride to Hogwarts.

You were the brains of the pranks and sometimes the distraction, which made you miss a lot of detention from the teachers. It gets you worried that the twins might think it’s unfair, but they always assure you that it doesn’t bother them at all, and they wouldn’t want you in trouble either.

As your friendship blossomed over the years and you knew the twins deeply, you looked at the older twin differently. Romantically different. Your heart always flutters when you make him laugh or when he leans his head on your shoulder when you read in the common room. Unlike George, Fred would always flirt with you, and you’d do it back, but of course, to you, it’s all platonic fun. You would always comb through his red locks when he’s laying on your lap and hear him sigh, making you confused because why does your heart thump to something your best friend does?

You hate to admit it, but you react differently to Fred’s actions compared to George. You would find it absolutely weird if George flirted with you, laid on your lap, or hooked his arm through yours.

But even if you had felt something for Fred, you never acted on it. You were too scared to ruin something beautiful and something that makes you happy. You would never risk it just for a silly school-girl crush.

But was it really just that?

George had noticed the sudden shift between you and Fred but never really said anything about it since he saw it as some sort of source of entertainment; his two best friends were head over heels for one another, but neither of them had any idea.

You and Cedric have been dating for weeks, but you guys weren’t something too serious. Everyone in school knew about it and thought your relationship was adorable. It started as a friendship; both being skilled Quidditch players and popular students, you were bound to be friends and experiment with something more.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred was feeling down, given your new relationship with the Hufflepuff golden boy. He didn’t ignore you, but he was just a little distant whenever you guys were together. Maybe it was jealousy, Fred thought. But he quickly dismissed it because why would he be so bothered about his best friend’s new boyfriend? They’re clearly happy, and everyone approves, so why would he not?

It has been weeks since Cedric was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and him asking you out right after. You supported him throughout his tasks, school works, and even did Quidditch practices together. All in all, both of you were doing really well.

But it just wasn’t there. The sparks or the excitement when Cedric holds your hand or kisses you. It doesn’t come close to the feeling you get with a certain redhead.

You hate wasting time, so you ended things with Cedric telling him the truth about how you felt.

“Took you long enough.” Cedric huffs.

“What?” You were so baffled at his response. You expected him to be angry or at least sad, but he was showing the complete opposite. The jerk head was even smirking!

“You really think I wouldn’t notice you ogling Weasley all the time? And how you would smile at me awkwardly when I kiss your cheek? It honestly makes me laugh. Seeing you flustered and guilty.” Now you thought that something was wrong with him. Did the golden egg drop on his head? Did the dragon do something to him?

“Seriously, Cedric. What the hell are you talking about? And which Weasley because I heard there are about four of them in this school! But even though, I would never ogle at one of them, that’s weird! They’re like family!”

Except one of them, you thought.

“I know you know who I’m talking about. No one other than the great Fred Weasley. You know, I was even surprised you agreed to go out with me. Even the whole school knows you both have the hots for each other.”

“We do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yup”

“Never.”

“The blush in your cheeks says otherwise.” He said, smirking.

You quickly duck your head and hide your face out of embarrassment. ‘Was I really that obvious?’ You wondered if even Fred himself had picked up on your feelings for him. But your thoughts were interrupted by the golden boy.

“Really, though. No worries at all. Though I was looking forward to going to the ball with you. But at least now you can take someone else” He wiggles his brows suggestively. “Ugh, whatever. But I’m really sorry, Ced. I had a great time with you though. Friends?”

“Friends.”

Days passed, and no one in Hogwarts knew about the break-up, so they still assumed you guys were together. Plus, no one really asked, not even your best friends.

The Yule Ball was getting closer. Some won’t shut up about it, and some are always huddled together, planning how to ask people to the ball. Your conversation with Cedric still occupied your mind. Should you really ask Fred? But what if he has a date already? I mean, he is attractive. But you thought that Fred would appreciate that you would want to go to the ball with him, so you decided on asking him tomorrow morning.

It was the morning after, and all of you were sitting in the Great Hall. With the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Angelina & Katie nearby, and Ginny with her friends in the distance. You sat across the twins giving you a clear and complete view of them.

Ever since you sat down, your hands have been shaking out of anxiety. What if this goes wrong? You stop rambling in your head, and you start to write on a piece of paper.

“Have you got a date to the ball, Freddie? :)”

You decide this is good enough, so you fold it up to hide it from Snape, who’s lingering around.

“Psst!” You hiss at Fred and pass the note to him quickly. He collects it and reads it over. He looks back at you, and you shoot him a smirk. He starts to glare at you and which gets you stunned. You didn’t know, but Fred Weasley thought you were boasting about how you had a date, and he had no one yet. He didn’t know that Cedric and you were over. He was offended by your act and decided to retaliate.

Everything was so sudden.

He starts tearing a piece from his notebook, balling it up in his fist, and throwing it at Angelina Johnson. She looks back to see the culprit and glares at Fred.

‘Do you want to go to the ball? With me?’ He mouths while making a weird dancing gesture. Angelina quickly nods with a little smile, and Fred gives her a satisfied look.

He goes on to look at you after his whole act to boast as well. But he is caught off-guard by your teary eyes and hard stare. You were very silent, and even Harry and Ron looked at you in fear. You quickly gathered your things and ran out of the hall, your tears finally falling.

Fred turns to his brother and asks, “What’s their problem? They started it.”

“You are one bloody idiot.” His twin replies. Harry and Ron nod in agreement, and Ginny shakes her head in disappointment from afar.

You were in your bed, lying down while tears soaked your pillow. How could he do that? Right in front of you and everybody else. You were so embarrassed and felt so stupid that you even thought of asking him. Of course, he didn’t feel the same way as you did.

Your friends have been trying to cheer you up, but they haven’t been successful until they pushed you to still buy something to wear for the ball. You hastily agreed, thinking that you did not need anyone to bring you. You can dance and have fun with your friends.

But it would be much more fun with him.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, shocked at yourself. You looked amazing. The outfit you picked suited you perfectly. You also had a beautiful necklace draped on your neck and matching earrings as well. Satisfied with how you look, you head down to the hall to attend the ball.

Your friends had gone in with their dates, leaving you behind. But you didn’t really mind. You were walking down the stairs slowly, not wanting to trip. Now, that’s totally embarrassing. You spot your friends, and even Fred, by the end of the stairs near the entrance. Ginny sees you and shouts, “Merlin! It’s Y/N!”

She screamed it pretty loudly, so a lot of people around started to look at you, making you quite queasy in your heels.

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful than you right at this moment. He feels a pain in his chest knowing you won’t be with him tonight, but he wonders where Cedric is. Did he not show up?

You smile at all of them and compliment how good they look.

“You guys look cute.” You tell Fred and Angelina. She replies, “Thank you. You look stunning! Where’s Cedric, though? Aren’t you going with him?”

You facepalm yourself. You forgot no one really knew you guys weren’t a thing now. “Oh! We kinda ended things about a week ago. On good terms, though, so no hard feelings or anything.” You glance at Fred, and he stands there surprised.

He now felt stupid because he thought you were teasing him about not having a date. He now realizes that he was such an asshole for asking Angelina in front of you when you were actually trying to ask him. He stays silent out of regret and shame.

You head into the hall and gaze around the beautiful decorations. Shortly after, Dumbledore announced that the champions would enter soon and have their dance. You move to the side and wait for their entrance.

Music starts playing, and you see Fleur Delacour enter, Krum next, then Cedric. He was hand in hand with Cho Chang. You lock eyes and smile softly at one another. Fred sees your exchange, looks down, and thinks of how stupid he has been for the past few days.

Time has passed, and the ball has turned from elegant to chaotic. Chairs and tables were everywhere, and everyone was dancing by the front while the band was playing. You were dancing with your friends, having so much fun. You even forgot about your whole thing with Fred.

Moments later, the music turned into something softer, and others went back to their dorms to rest. Couples and those with dates started pairing off and danced to the music. You sit by a corner, watching them hopelessly. You spot Fred and Angelina swaying.

It’s too much to bear, so you run out of the hall without saying goodbye to your friends. You head to the balcony near the hall that overlooks the lake. The scene is beautiful, but you feel like shit.

Fred sees you run out, and he goes after you, concerned, quickly apologizing to Angelina for the sudden rush. He sees you by the railing, and his heart breaks by the sight of your shoulders shaking,

He comes close and calls out your name.

You respond but still not looking at him, “Just go back, Fred, I’m alright.” Your voice is slightly quivering.

He’s not convinced, given the state that you’re in. Your hair is ruffled as if hands have been run through it a hundred times. And you’re hugging yourself as if you feel cold — which you are.

He takes his coat off, puts his jacket over your exposed shoulders, and asks you softly, “What’s the problem, love?”

You melt at his soft voice. You realize you’ve missed him so much. You look at him in the eyes. He sees the evident redness and fluffiness in them and instantly feels sad and regretful.

You ask him directly, “Why did you ask Angelina?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden confidence and starts to explain himself.

“I didn’t know you broke up with Cedric, alright? I thought you were bragging or something when you passed me that note. You were going with Diggory, for Godric’s sake! Golden boy and Triwizard champion, of course, you would brag about it. But then, I should have known better. I didn’t think you were actually going to try and ask me. If I knew you weren’t going with Cedric, I would have totally asked you! But I got mad at what I thought you were doing, so I asked Angelina in front of you to get back at you. But when I saw your face after and you ignored me, I instantly regretted it. I’m terribly sorry, I really am. I’m such an idiot…

“…Please, I miss my best friend.” He finishes.

Though his whole rambling comforted you since he didn’t mean any harm, you were hurt by how he called you his best friend. But why would you? You are his best friend.

But is that all I’ll ever be?

You decide to ask him. You can’t wait any longer. You didn’t want to put yourself in this situation again.

“Is that all I’ll ever be to you, Freddie? Your best friend?” You say almost in a whisper. He looks shocked, but he stays silent, so you go on. “I like you, and Cedric knew. Though I didn’t really know until he pointed it out. I mean, who wouldn’t? With all the stuff we do…

“I’m not sure anymore. Sometimes you act like you feel the same, but you go and do things that contradict that like, asking freaking Angelina out in front of me!” He looks away sheepishly.

“I just realized that recently and I think I’ve liked you for a very long time now. Why do you think I can distinguish who you are between you and your twin? Why do you think we instantly know what to do when we see each other? Why do we cuddle and hold hands, but I don’t with George? Why do I constantly look for you and crave your presence as if I’ll die without it?!”

Fred looks stunned.

“I’m sorry….” You bloody idiot! You just embarrassed yourself big time.

You turn your gaze to the view before you. The moon shines brightly, and the lake is calm. You start thinking, given all this silence. Does he feel the same way? I shouldn’t have said all that. He probably thinks I’m weird. He’s being so quiet it’s scaring me. I think he’s planning to escape. I mean, I would do the same too if my best friend for six years just told me she likes me.

“I can’t believe it.” He blurts out, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it.

“I can’t believe you feel the same. It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth.”

I’m stunned.

“I thought I was the only one who got confused about all the things we did. When we’re together, I feel like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. When the day ends, and I see you on the couch by the fire, I want to freeze time and look at you forever because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and peaceful. When I lay on your lap, and you touch my hair, Godric, I feel like a moron for smiling so much, and I never want to leave. I never want to be away from you. I want you by my side at all times, hooking your arm through mine and smiling up at me.

“All I ever wanted was you. No one else.” He finishes, and I look at him softly.

It’s like you’re locked at this moment. Looking at one other with so much love and all emotions that have been tucked away for years are right here in this time, between your gazes. There’s nothing else to say but also so much.

After a while, you both smile. His hand reaches out for yours that’s sitting on the railing. You intertwine your fingers and pull him close, giving him a big warm hug.

You pull back and smile up at him. He does the same. You sigh and look back at the beautiful scene right before you, the moon shining brightly in contrast to the dark starry night while being in the arms of the boy you loved.

You stay like this for what feels like hours.

“So, what’s gonna happen now?”

“I don’t know. What do you think we should do, Freddie?”

“I think… we should do this.”

In no time, he cups your face and pulls you close. He puts his lips on yours. You don’t respond for a while out of shock. But a few seconds later, you start to kiss him back.

It’s quite funny ‘cause your teeth are clashing because of the big smiles on your faces. You both can’t hold it in, so you laugh at your state. His laugh sounds amazing, so warm.

“So, do you want to be officially mine?”

“Never thought you’d ask.”

You kiss again, softly this time.

You both hear cheering in the distance and see George, and everyone else, even Angelina, cheering you on.

“Finally!” George shouts.

The smoke from your mouth | F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Warning:smoking,drugs,mentions of sex,anger

Part two here

Masterlist

Summary:one night you end up smoking in Fred’s bedroom and while you’re high you confess your feelings to him.

You walked upstairs,reaching Fred’s room,and knocked at the door.

<<Come in>> an husky voice said,you stepped in the bedroom,seeing the ginger boy sitting on the floor at the end of his bed,staring at the full moon outside the window. <<I thought you went with George at the Slytherin party>> you muttered,closing the door behind you to sit next to Fred.

He shaked his head <<I didn’t want to. I don’t want to see a single damn Slytherin tonight. But what about you? You didn’t go either,not that the thing surprises me...you never attend parties>> he said,you shrugged your shoulders <<I hate them,and people or alcohol in general>> you mumbled and the boy laughed,pulling out from his bedside table a cigarette and a lighter <<Do you wanna try,little good girl?>> he asked,taunting you.

You stared at the cigarette and gulped,almost afraid to speak. You had never tried smoking,nor using drugs or drinking;the idea of not being responsible of your own actions always made you feel concerned.

<<It scares me>> you left that sentence come out from your mouth without even realising it,making Fred smile <<A cigarette scares you? Really?>> he asked <<Not the cigarette itself,the weed. When you’re high you can’t think nor act lucidly>> you muttered. Fred looked at you with a smirk <<So you had never smoked? Nothing at all? Not even a normal cigarette?>> he demanded,you shaked your head <<You’re so pure>> he said,you glared at him without saying a word,you weren’t in the mood to joke nor argue with your best friend.

Fred’s face got closer <<And you’re right,that’s why I never smoke at parties or in public places but...here it’s just me and you,what do you think would happen?>>. You were silent,busy scanning every single feature of Fred’s pretty face and then you moved your eyes,looking at the cigarette <<But if you don’t want to try it’s fine. I’m not forcing you>> your best friend said,placing more distance between you two.

<<I don’t know how to try it>> you admitted,blushing in embarrassment,the boy laughed <<It’s not that hard>> he said,holding the cigarette in two figners and bringing it closer to his mouth. Smoke came out,covering his face and highlighting his profile. His eyes were shut,a relaxed expression appeared on his face as your eyes fell on the silhouette of his lips,a little bit opened while emitting the smoke. You gulped,biting your lips as he looked extremely attractive.

You met Fred by accident after a prank gone wrong but from that day he became your first in everything:the first boy you had met at Hogwarts,your first enemy,your first best friend and then your first love...but he didn’t know.

<<Ready?>> he asked,wrapping an arm around your shoulder to let a side of your body lean against his;a hand right in front of you with a new cigarette between the index and middle finger;<<Nothing’s going to happen. I’m not going to hurt you nor to take advantage of the situation>> he said <<I trust you,Fred. You know>> you replied nodding and feeling the sexual tension growing as you rested your lips on the long cylinder,coughing as soon as you tried to smoke.

Fred laughed leaving the small object in your hands <<Don’t worry you’ll get used to it soon>> he said,and it was true:in a few you managed to smoke with no problems,getting higher and higher every second went by.

<<Listen-you said,a finger pointed at Fred’s nose as your soul felt lighter-I swear to God that Snape’s gay!>> you exclaimed,smashing your hands against the floor,Fred burst into a laughter,falling on his back <<You’re too high girl>> he almost yelled,the hand holding the cigarette up in the air <<But it’s true!>> you said,towering him without even realising what you were doing.

The room suddenly became silent:there were just you and the ginger boy staring into each other’s eyes,your arms spread on both sides of his hand and your pleating skirt was too short not to reveal your thighs in that position. Fred looked at you,his breath got shorter while scanning your body as he felt turned on by the way you approached him,his hand was already slipping up to under your skirt. You didn’t want that moment to end. You wanted him,you wanted him so desperately that you couldn’t hold on a single one of your feelings:you wanted to feel his lips smash against yours,his breath warm up the skin of your neck marked with yikes drew by Fred himself. You needed to touch his skin,to wrap your arms around his body...you needed him and everything he could give you.

Fred suddenly switched positions,pressing your back against the cold floor <<I promised I wasn’t going to do anything so please,Y/n,don’t turn me on>> he said in a hot,husky,deep voice which sent shives along your entire body. <<I’m not going to stop you,Fred. Be my first even in this>> you replied,your hands pressed against his chest as you felt his breath warming the skin of your face. <<Your first in?>> he didn’t get the point. <<You’re the first boy I met here at school,the first person I wasn’t able to stand,my first best friend and my first love...be my first time as well>>. <<First time? Don’t talk like this,I’m sure you don’t even love me>> he demanded <<I do,Fred. I’ve always loved you>> you whispered.

The ginger boy smiled,slowly getting closer to kiss your lips when he suddenly realised what he was doing,so he immediately stood up <<I’m sorry,Y/n. I can’t. We’re both high,we don’t even know what we’re doing or saying>> he opened the window to let the smell of weed go out.

You sat on his bed,putting his red sweater on to warm yourself <<I’m horny,Fred>> you mumbled,playing with the sleeves <<It’s the weed,I’ve already told you>> he replied,you rolled you eyes and threw a pillow at him <<No Weasley! It’s not the weed! It’s you,It’s always been you! For years! For years I’ve been watching you flirting with Angelina and invite her at that fucking Yule Ball! It’s always been you trying to get her attention,asking me some advice when I’ve never dated a boy in my entire life! Why can’t you see it?! Why can’t you see how I fell for you and your jokes,or your smile,or the fucking way you tease me for every little dumb thing! Why? Why are you so blinded by that boring fucking useless bitch!>> you yelled at him with all the anger and frustration you had in your body,you screamed so loud that when you had finished you gasped for air.

Fred suddenly walked towards you,pushing you on the bad and towering you <<Don’t talk about her like that>> he growled. You grabbed the angle of his shirt:you wanted to kiss him and push him away at the same time <<Why can’t you stand for me the way you stand for her?! What the fuck does she has?>> your words left your mouth in a whisper <<Don’t be so dramatic,I always stand for you! You’re my best friend!>> Fred replied,making you mad <<That’s the whole point! I want to be more!>> you yelled again but this time with teary eyes.

<<No you don’t. You think that you want it,but tomorrow you won’t remember it and if we do something you’ll feel regret>> he replied,he almost seemed to be hurt by those words,the words he pronounced by himself. You shaked your head <<Why are you so stubborn?>> you asked,your face a few inches from his while your hands had slipped on his chest,resting there as you felt the urge of feeling him close,as much close as he could be.

Fred tried to stand up but you stopped him by grabbing the front of his shirt <<Stay. Stay like this. I want to feel you. Please>> you mumbled,Fred sighed moving a strand of your hair away from your face <<I promised you I’m not going to do anything>> he whispered caressing your leg as he left a kiss on your knee,making your whole body shive <<Are you going to do it with her?>> you asked <<My God Y/n stop caring about Angelina>> he said in a sweet voice,leaning his cheek on your knee,closing his eyes at the feeling of your soft skin <<I can’t Fred. I love you but you...>> your sentence was cut of <<I don’t love her. I had a flirt,that’s it. We didn’t do anything,we didn’t even kissed. We’re just friends>> he said,laying next to you <<You didn’t?>> you asked,resting your head on his shoulder as he hugged you tightly <<We didn’t,Y/n. I’m honest. I love a girl,but it’s not Angelina>>.

<<Lucky her>> you muttered,looking down;Fred suddenly lifted up your face with a finger under your chin <<Lucky you,Y/n>> he replied. You blinked your eyes in confusion <<But if I like you,and you like me why don’t we...>> he cut your sentence off again <<No! Not tonight at least! I’m not taking advantage of the girl I love>> <<But I’m ask- >> <<No! Stop! How many times do I have to tell you? Let’s talk about it once we’re completely sober>> he sighed,resting his head on the soft pillow <<Come here,I’m not letting you go tonight>> he reached out for you,making you fall on his body.You both hugged <<Sleep on it>> he smiled,you did the same,sinking your face in the cloth of his shirt <<I love you,Freddie>> you whispered <<Love you too,Y/n>> he replied.

Dear Fred | F.W.

Fred Weasley letter AU

Warning:sad content,references do death

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Summary:After Fred’s death you leave a letter on his grave

You slowly walked towards the smooth,white gravestone:your steps were unsure,the breath stuck down your throat as you weren’t ready yet to see the cold stone with the name of your loved one engraved on its front.

In loving memory of Fred Weasley

A son

A brother

A dear friend

A caring boyfriend

And a brave fighter

April 1st,1978-May 2nd,1998

Forever missed

Never forgotten

You kneeled down and while closing your eyes you took a long breath,wiped away a tear which wet your cheek and took out the letter you had written the day before to read it one last time.

From:Y/n

To:Fred (Freddie) Weasley

Dear Fred,

I’m here collecting my thoughts. So many things are going on in my mind,so may words would love to fly from my hand to the paper,so many feelings are exploding inside me,twisting my stomach,my heart,my senses. Dizziness makes my sight almost blurred;”wicked” maybe you’d say jokingly,”painful” I’d reply scolding. But I have no one to reply like that to,so why have you left? I have no one to scold now,I have no one to laugh with,to open up with. Normaly now I’d come to you,I’d seat on your bed,in between your legs,with my head leaned against your shoulder or in the croock of your neck,and I’d tell you what I’m feeling. You would listen,you would silently listen to my words and then you would hug me,caress my hair,let me stroke my face against the cloth of your warm sweater,leave kisses on my head and then you would say something that would make me feel a little bit happier,you would make me laugh you would...you would just be yourself,the caring,funny,goofy boy I fell in love with at Hogwarts. That boy stole my heart. He stole every little wind coming out from my mouth. He stole the emptiness of my dreams and filled it with his smile,that boy stole every seed of sadness,replacing them with little,shiny stars of happiness,and I do really think that it made life angry,so much angry that she decided to take him away from me and leave just an empty space. A space as empty as Hogwarts at 5am in the morning,when we used to run out from our dorms to meet on the astronomy tower to see the dawn. Can you see it from where you are now? Yesterday I did. I woke up at 5am,or better,I didn’t sleep at all,I was busy thinking about you...but that’s not the point;the point is that I woke up and ran to the astronomy tower thinking that seeing the sun rising would make me feel better. It didn’t. I cried. I cried because while running there wasn’t the sound of your laugh,there wasn’t your hand holding mine,your breath filling the silence. It was just me running in the shadow of my loneliness,looking like a psycho with the ruined mascara I had forgot to take off the night before. That was the moment I realised that seeing the dawn didn’t matter anymore,or maybe it had never mattered in my entire life because everything I cared about was seeing it with you. Then I reached the tower and I looked at the sun. I felt nothing but more pain. A pain growing every time the sun showed a new part of itself,and it ended with me hiding my face in between my hands not to see it anymore because even the sun was reminding me of you.

I see you everywhere,Freddie,I can’t stand it anymore. I see you at the burrow,at the joke shop,I see you even when George greets me. Poor George he’s so sad. The last weekend I slept at your house:I heard him crying for the whole night. The whole night,Freddie,do you know what it means? Life teared him apart as much as she did with me,maybe even more. You need to know that Sunday morning I step in the bathroom and saw him reading the instructions of some bottles. I asked him what they were and he replied it was hair dye,blonde hair dye to be exact. I demanded him if he went crazy:he lifted up his head,showing me some red teary eyes and said “Fred’s presence is making me crazy”. He dyed his hair because in the mirror he couldn’t see anything more than you. No one can change chapter,read a new line of the book wich is our life. We’re all stuck at the same sentence and we all will be for so long. I’ve been asking myself what I’m going to do with my life. Will I ever fall in love with someone again? Will I love them as much as I loved you? Will I see you in their behaviour? Will I tell them how the boy I once loved died? I’m concerned because I know that I’ll always compare them to you. They might gift me with a flower and I’d probably ask myself “would Fred gift me with the same flower? Or would he give me something different?” and what if the answer is “he would give me something different” would I still like the present?I’m going crazy,Freddie,I really am. Your absence is making me crazy. I want to feel you. I want to feel your kisses,your hugs,I want to hear your soft voice whispering to my hear that everything’s a nightmare,that soon I’ll wake up and you’ll be there,next to me,comforting me with your presence. How long does it take to forget what really made you feel alive? You died Freddie,and that day a part of me died with you. It’s buried in the same grave as yours,so please,my dear Freddie,take care of that part until we’ll meet again. Take care of that part as mush as you took care of me when you were here. Watch out for me,sometimes tell me if I’m doing good,help me if I’ll ever need. You were my biggest sourch of reassurance and safety,a presence no one will ever replace. I’m sorry if it will be hard for you to read this letter because of my tears which ruined the ink of the words. Will you read it? Wherever you are will you do it? Can you promise me? Do it Freddie,plese,and then give me a sign. I love you.

Forever yours,

the one who loved you like no one else,

Y/n.

After reading you folded the paper sheet and put it into a small white envelope you closed with a litte piece of red paper,you took the red roses you bought on the way there and left everything on Fred’s grave. Then you made a little step back and looked for a few seconds at his imagine,smiling with more tears coming down from your eyes. In that moment a drip fell on your forehead,and then another one,and another,a few minutes later the sky was pouring rain all over you. It was the sign you asked for. Fred had read the letter and now he was crying with you.

The smoke from your mouth 2 | F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Warning:bad language,anger,references to drugs,make out,fluff

Part one here

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Author’s notes:I’ve never thought about posting a part two for TSFYM but since it blew up here I am.Please leave a feedback,I love reading your comments🖤

Summary:after the night you and Fred spent together he didn’t talk to you again,so you decide do confront him but something happens between you two.

<<I really need to talk to him>> you mumbled <<Then go on>> Cedric replied <<You don’t get it! He’s been avoiding me for two days and every time I have the chance to face him Angelina’s always around. She’s so sticky>> you rolled your eyes and sighed <<Then you’re right. I don’t get it. Fred Weasley is a whole enigma. He told you that he loves you but he’s always stuck with Johnson...he’s such a player. However he might have told you that because of weed. You know how it works,you’re not yourself when you smoke>> the Hufflepuff shrugged his shoulders <<Then why he didn’t fuck me? I mean if he was out of control like you’re assuming he would have fucked me instantly but he did not,as he promised>> you replied.

Cedric nervously sighed and massaged his temples <<Listen girl,just find it by yourself. He’s right there-the boy pointed at Fred who was on the opposite side of the garden,busy talking with Lee and Angelina-ask his friends to leave and talk to him once forever. I’ll be here if you need me,but now,for the love of Merlin,go! You’re exasperating me>>. You laughed and nodded,giving one more stare at the little group of friends. You got on your nervs when you saw how Angelina was hanging from Fred’s lips. She looked so sticky that you wanted to punch her right in the face. The way she was smiling to him,laughing at every single word he said and then,when she leaned onto Fred and just brought his arm around her shoulder you felt like you were exploring. But what made you mad the most was that Fred didn’t seem to despise her attitude,instead he gave in as he played with her hair. <<I’m fucking done,thank Merlin he said he loves me huh?>> you growled,finally walking towards the boy.

<<Fred can we talk for a moment?>> you asked the wizard who turned to you,seeming visibly embarrassed <<Right now? I’m- >> <<He’s busy>> Angelina said,cutting his sentence off <<He’s old enough to speak for himself,aren’t you Fred?>> you asked him calmly,a light of disappointment and sadness in your eyes. Fred looked at you and gulped <<I am. Let’s go for a walk>> he said with a nod of his head wich was telling you to follow him.

<<What do you want to talk about?>> the boy asked,you blinked twice in confusion:wasn’t it so obvious? <<About what happened two nights ago-you muttered-when I smoked in your room>>. Fred glanced at you for a second and then he looked at the ground <<I don’t remember what happened. Forgive me if I said something I didn’t mean,I was high>> he said,coldly. Those words teared you apart like only the sharp edge of a blade would. <<You don’t remember? You don’t remember what I told you and what you told me? Nothing?>> you demanded <<Not a single word>> he said again. You suddenly stopped walking,making Fred turn around. Your hand closed in fists inside the pockets of your robe and your eyes busy scanning the grass as you didn’t want to have an eye contact with Fred. <<You don’t remember that you said you love me? I opened my heart to you and you don’t remember a single word of mine? Weasley look at me and tell me you’re joking>> you growled,lifting your head up <<I’m sorry. I really don’t remember anything and also...I don’t love you,not in that way. You’re my best friend that’s- >> you cut his sentence off <<Enough,Weasley!-you raised your voice for a second and immediately recomposed yourself-it’s enough. Now,I’ll go. And,Fred,don’t you dare to talk to me again. Have fun with Johnson,she seems to be dumb enough for you>> you said coldly,leaving,while the boy didn’t even move.

You knew he remembered what he had said that night and most of all you knew he had done it on purpose when he said he loved you. He hadn’t been so high as he wanted you to believe...but why did he lie now? Was he so amused by playing with your feelings? Since when had he became such a bastard? That wasn’t your best friend. Fred would never. The Fred Weasley you knew wasn’t the one you had talked to a few seconds ago:he was sweet and caring,a player,yes,but not with you. He liked girls and hooking up with them sometimes,sometimes he had even broken their hearts but he would never do such a thing to you. You had always felt safe with him so why suddenly he changed so much? Was it your fault? Maybe you looked so pathetic that night that he just played along to not hurt a high girl but if so...why would he hurt a sober one?You shaked your head as you wanted to make the thoughts fly away and walked to your Defence Against The Dark Arts class,but for the whole lesson your mind was haunted by Fred’s image.

It was late evening when you finished to study and chose a book to read while relaxing at the open air. You wore a warm sweater and left your dorm,going straight to the Hogwarts garden. The sun was slow disappearing behind the mountains and the sky was painted in such a scarlet orange that your stomach got butterflies at the moment you saw it. You smiled and looked for a free bench where to sit.

While walking on the green grass you saw someone sitting under a three,some smoke was surrounding his silhouette:it was Fred,busy smoking as always while drawing something on a old ruined booknote. You sighed as he was the last person you wanted to see that day,but you sat on your bench anyway,thinking that reading your book would help you pretending he wasn’t there. What a failure.

At first Fred didn’t even look at you but soon the boy started staring. While reading you could feel his eyes on you,scanning your features,your moves. You felt your body boil knowing what he was doing,the sweater became too hot to fit in,the words on the pages of Pride and Prejudice became confused and lost every meaning. You closed the book and sighed,standing up to find Fred’s tall figure right in front of you.

<<Leave me alone,I’m busy>> you scoffed,walking inside the school <<Wait>> Fred stopped you by grabbing your wrist <<I told you to leave me alone!>> you yelled,glaring at the wizard with burning eyes <<I just want to talk>> <<I don’t want to. End of discussion!>> you exclaimed. You were about to leave when you felt Fred’s hand grabbing your hips and lifting you up,you blinked confused and then you found yourself sitting on the stone of the window-still of a huge window hidden in a corner of the Hogwarts main corridor. <<I’m not letting you go until you’ll listen to what I have to say>> <<I’m not going to listen to your fucking bullshit,I’ve already had enough. I refuse to be just a play and go girl. I’m not letting you hurt my feelings>> you said staring right in Fred’s deep eyes. <<You’re not one of them. You would never be,Y/n. I love you so much,you can’t even imagine>> he soft spoken,placing a strand of your hair behind your hear.

Your breath got shorter has his face was so close. Your heart twisted at the same need of having him close that you felt a few nights before,but this time you weren’t high. The only thing making you high was Fred’s scent of smoke and cinnamon. <<You’ve been saying you love me,but it’s a while since you showed me. What happened to you,Fred? What happened to my best friend?>> you asked almost in a whisper while playing with the sleeves of your sweater. Your stomach was filled by butterflies,the attraction was growing inside you,raising from the depth of your heart to delete every single bit of anger. You wanted to punch Fred in the face but,at the same time,you wanted to kiss him as hars as you could. <<Things are getting complicated,Y/n>> he muttered <<Is it because of what I said? I know you remember everything,Fred. You lied this morning>>. The boy sighed and his hand slipped from the stone of the window-still to your thighs <<I guess I need to be honest now>> he said biting his lips <<You must be>> you replied drawing little circles on the back of his hands with your fingers.

The boy looked down,then he immediately lifted his head up and looked at you. You could see a different light in his eyes,something that sent shives along your spine <<So?>> you asked;Fred kept looking at you and smirked <<I didn’t want to do that,I’m sorry>> he said,setting the space between you to zero. His lips were now smashing against yours,as his hands traced a straight line on your thighs and reached the skin of your hips under the sweater. A moan escaped your mouth as you finally felt his touch on your skin. Your hands ran all along his arms,feeling the cloth of his shirt crease under your fingers. Your scent of fresh flower mixed itself with the smoke one from Fred’s as the boy’s hands were moving all along your body. You let another moan escape while Fred’s lips moved down to the uncovered skin of your neck,sucking on it and leaving purple love bites that would make you crazy every time you looked at them. <<Fuck>> you mumbled,feeling weak under his touch. You were unable to fight the lust growing inside you,and you didn’t even want to. Everything you wanted was Fred:you wanted him to give you everything. <<Don’t stop please>> you moaned again,heavily breathing. Fred lifted his head and looked at you <<You deserve way better than me,you know? But I can’t hold on anymore>> he gasped,playing with the front of your lower lips,gently drawing little lines with his thumb on it <<You don’t have to,Fred>> you replied <<I told you that you don’t deserve me>> he muttered again,getting closer one more time. Your breaths mixed up,a mess of attraction and desire was going on in between you two <<Why you keep saying that? I don’t see the problem:I love you and you love me. Let’s try it>> you said,moving your hands to the neck of his shirt.

Fred rested his forehead against yours,weakly smiling,wrapping your body in a tight hug. <<You’re smart,pretty,charming...you’re everything a princess could be and I am just an idiot who smokes everyday,makes pranks and sometimes hooks up with girls. Y/n you deserve a man,not me>>. You sighed,caressing his cheeks <<You are what I want. I really love you,Freddie,it’s been a while since my feelings changed. I don’t want to be a friend anymore I want more. I want you Fred,so please stop being cold,stop telling me lies and stop calling yourself an idiot. You’re not,you’re what I treasure the most. Please Fred,I’m begging you to give us the chance we deserve>>.

The ginger smiled and left a kiss on the tip of your nose <<I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I did. I promise I’ll be a better man,the man you deserve>> he said,hugging you again.You smiled as your face sinked in the cloth of his shirt. <<I love you>> you giggled <<I love you more,babygirl>> he replied.

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The golden deer| F.W.

Fred Weasley x Female reader

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Warning:death,sad content,bad language,blood

Author’s notes:I’m back!! Sorry for the long hiatus but I really needed a break. I was stressed and demotivated but I saw that even tho I wasn’t posting people kept interacting and leaving feedbacks on my stories;I was so happy and I decided to not give up. I’m working on new content,stay tuned. Thank you for your support and sorry id this story isn’t really good,it’s an old draft.

Summary:A deer with a golden coat suddenly appears in the Forbidden Forest and becomes Fred’s best friend but no one knows the animal is hiding a secret

<<So you’re telling me that the deer is still out there?!>> Ron asked shocked as his hands cupped his cheeks,squeezing them in a really funny way that made you laugh <<It is,Ron!>> Ginny exclaimed,hitting the big table of the Great Hall with both of her hands. It shaked and George looked at it <<Ginny do you want to destroy everything?>> he asked.

The girl rolled her eyes <<Listen we need to find it! I wanna see its golden coat!>> she looked so excited <<Are you mad?-Hermione called her out-the Forbidden Forest is too dangerous>> <<Oh come on,Harry and Draco went there during first year and they’re both still alive>> she mumbled <<I’ve already told you that Hagrid came with us>> Harry butted into the conversation <<Then let’s call him!>> <<No ,Ginny! That’s the worst idea you’ve ever gotten. He won’t help us. And what if it is just a rumor for real?>> George sighed <<It’s not! Parkinson swore that Seamus swore that Crabbe swore that Hagrid had seen it! We need to go into the forest. No one’s gonna know>> she was so hard to dissuade.

Ron sighed <<What do you think Y/n? And you Fred? You haven’t spoken yet>> <<I don’t think we should do such a thing,it’s too dangerous and if McGonagall finds out we sneaked into the forest she’s gonna expell us all>> you said <<I do agree>> Fred nodded <<Since when you respect the rules?>> Ginny asked <<I just think that an animal deserves its spaces>> the ginger boy added.

<<Fine,let’s vote. Who wants to see it must raise his hand>> Ginny said,her hand already up in the air,Ron followed her and after thinking a little bit George did the same together with Harry <<Four against three. You’re free to not come but tonight we’re going to find that deer>> the girl winked and left the Great Hall.

Midnight

<<You all came>> Ginny smirked <<Y/n didn’t>> Ron pointed out <<She fell asleep as soon as she had touched the bed. I didn’t feel to wake her up>> Hermione explained <<Fine. We’re gonna tell her tomorrow. Wands in your hands,here we go!>> Ginny smiled and walked into the forest followed by her brothers and friends.

The Gryffindors walked through the threes and the high blades of grass for hours,everyone was tired except Ginny who focused on scanning every small corner of the forest as she was determined to find the golden deer.

<<Come on guys,it’s just a story for children! Let’s go back,it’s too cold and I’m tired of walking>> Fred mumbled <<Are you scared?>> Ron asked him <<Scared? No,I just don’t believe in that damm deer>> he added <<He’s right tho. It’s almost four in the morning. We really need to go back>> Hermione whispered <<But- >> Ginny’s sentence got cut off by Harry’s <<They’re right. We’ve been here for too long>> <<Fine,let’s go back>> the ginger girl sighed,giving up.

The group of friends was leaving the forest when Fred noticed he had lost them. <<Fuck!>> he swore,walking around in hope to find at least one of the Gryffindors he had came with,but nothing. He was left alone with his panic growing as he began to hear strange noises all around him.

<<Keep calm Fred,you’re a fucking wizard with a fucking wand. You can survive>> he tried to reassure himself as he was already imagining a tragic end where he died by the hand of a strange creature. But nothing of what he expected turned into reality,otherwise something he couldn’t believe in happened:the golden deer appeared in front of him,sneaking out from behind a green bush full of flowers.

<<For God’s sakes>> he muttered,almost fainting as the animal bowed at him with his head an walked around him,its head stroking against his soft coat. The Weasley caressed the soft golden furr of the animal,whispering in amusement of how pretty and soft it was <<Wanna be my friend?>> he asked,with a smile on his face as the animal moved,letting him understand to follow him out from that dangerous forest.

A few months later

Potion class had just ended when Fred stole some biscuits from the Hogwarts kitchen and sneaked into the Forbidden Forest.

<<Buddy come here-he called the golden deer-I know you can hear me,I’ve brought some biscuits!>> the ginger boy yelled,feeling safe even tho he was in the most dangerous place he could be,he knew that until the deer was around not a single creature would had touched him.

The animal suddenly appeared in front of him and Fred caressed its head,offering him a biscuit <<Here you are buddy! How are you?>> he asked,leaving a kiss on the nose of the animal.

Fred felt happy everytime his new fri showed up and spent some time in his company,they often walked through the threes or played in the big clearing of the Forbidden Forest. He didn’t know how or why but he felt such a strong bond with that animal.

A few hours later he was back on his way to Hogwarts.

He had just reached the garden when he came across you <<Y/n>> he greeted you shaking his hand in the air <<What’s up>> you smiled and he looked at you,his eyebrows furrowed <<You have leaves in your hair>> he said,grabbing them and letting them fall on the ground <<I was studying some plants for the Hebology test we’ll attend next week>> you said,he nodded. <<Fine. I’ll let you work>> he was about to leave when you stopped him <<Have you been to the Hogwarts kitchen?>> you asked <<Why?>> he demanded <<You smell like hot biscuits>> you laughed.Fred’s face became as red as his hair <<I may have sneaked there,yeah...>> he replied,visibly embarrassed <<The biscuits are good,but don’t get caught>> you smiled and left him.

Three months later

<<Weasley and Y/l/n>> Snape said in a cold voice as you looked at the boy and walked towards his desk <<We finally got paired!>> you exclaimed almost in a whisper <<I’m sure that working with me will be funnier than working with Goyle or Malfoy>> he said,you laughed,remembering how unlucky you had been during the previous lessons <<It will>> you replied,looking at the ingredients on the table.

Suddenly you felt Fred’s eyes staring at you so you turned and looked at him <<Is everything okay?>> you asked confused,Fred was busy looking at your shoulder <<What’s that?>> he asked,grabbing some strands of furr which were stucked on your robe. Your cheeks got red as you hit his hand,making them fall <<Hermione’s cat. I played with him before coming here>> you gulped. Suddenly you felt your hands shake <<Sorry>> you said,calling Snape and asking to go to the bathroom.

You rush in hurry out from the class to the garden,your body twisted by costant spasms <<Fuck>> you mumbled,the pain was running through your body. There was nothing worse than turn into the golden deer.

Apparently your trasformation could look like something romantic or common,since a lot of animagus existed. But it wasn’t and,most of all,you weren’t an animagus:it was a curse. A curse your mother enchanted you with when you were a child,it was a punishment for being born.

You fell on your knees,the hands grabbing the blades of grass while you felt your body ripping in hundreds pieces. You started coughing and gasping for air,your entire chest ached,a fire seemed to be burning inside it. You suddenly spit out some blood that stained the green grass and then,when you felt you were completely losing your human form,you collected the strength to stand up and ran inside the Forbidden Forest.

Twigs were now breaking under the hooves of your deer form. Your body still aching like never before:more days passed by,more your transformation was hard to stand,your body was slowly weakening,driving you to a painful death.

You suddenly stumbled on something and fell into a dense picker bush. You wagged in fear and pain,trying to escape the thorns that were scratching and and ripping your already damaged body. You painstakingly slipped out from the brush,dragging your body all along the grass,standing up and stepping a few meters away before falling on the ground again and slowly getting your human form back.

You could barely move:blood covering your arms,your face and even your legs. You had bruises ruining your sensitive skin and deep cuts marking your slender body. A few weak moans of pain escaped your mouth while the tears were falling down from your eyes,making your injuries burn. You were about to pass out,the minimum of lucidity your mind had allowed you to think you were exhaling your last breath when,suddenly,you heard a voice.

<<Y/n! Y/n!>> someone called you,holding you gently. The warm of Fred’s body made you feel a little safer <<What are you doing here?>> you asked in a breath of sound,not able to talk properly. He slowly wiped one of your tears away and left a kiss on your forehead <<I followed you. I saw that something was wrong,but I couldn’t imagine you were...>> you couldn’t hear what he had to say:everything went black.

You opened your eyes,lulled by a warm breeze,and immediately met Fred’s brown ones <<You’re awake>> he smiled,caressing one of your cheeks. You rubbed your eyes and sat,realising your head had just laid on Fred’s lap. You looked at your ripped skirt and shirt:your clothes were completely ruined and stained with blood but you noticed the cuts turned into scars <<You cured me>> you said;Fred nodded <<I need some explanations. Don’t you think?>> he asked,his face a fee centimetres away from yours,you sighed <<You’ve seen everything,am I right?>> you demanded <<I have>> he replied <<Don’t tell anything to no one,please>> you begged him,holding his hands <<Why should I? But tell me what’s happening,please>> <<It’s a curse,Fred. A curse by my mother,she didn’t want me to be born so she decided to kill me in the most painful way. Everyday I turn into my deer form,destroying my own body.The transformation will make me weaker and weake until I won’t be able to stand it anymore so...-you paused,your voice cracking up-so one day I’ll die in pain>> you cried,looking down and resting your chin on your knees you brought nearer to your chest.

The Gryffindor’s eyes widened at your words <<We’ll find a way to free you>> <<We won’t. There’s no much time left,you saw it,Fred,you saw me falling on the ground twisted by spasms,I even spitted out blood. I’m not able to walk without my body aching,I-you paused,looking for air-I can’t even breath. I’m slowly dying,I don’t even know if I’ll be able to stand the next trasformation>> you cried,your voice shaking,filled with panic and fear while your head rested on the boy’s shoulder <<You can’t save me anymore,Fred,but you can still do something special to me>> <<What?>> he asked in tears <<Stay with me,don’t let me die alone. I’ve spent the last months happily knowing thay you would come and play with the deer...>> you grabbed his arm,sinking your face in the cloth of his shirt. He slowly took off his robe and covered your body <<I won’t leave you,Y/n,I’ll stay with you until you’ll be able to she the sunlight>> he whispered,leaving a kiss on your forhead and resting his chin on the top of your head.

You stayed there for hours,silent,and suddenly,knowing that Fred was by your side,made the death look less scary.

I just wanted to elaborate on the rest of Narcissa's (OC) backstory and certainly do not end up crying. If anyone needs me, I'll be over here breaking my heart with what I just wrote.

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Story category: fanfiction

Fanfiction type: Fred Weasley × OC

Warnings: swearing, heartbreak, heavy content, dark content, death, torture, blood, injuries, loss of loved ones

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Story description:

//A Fred Weasley story, but a little different//

Narcissa Amethyst McGonagall has called Hogwarts home for as long as she can remember. It all started when her parents dissapeared and no one saw them anymore, but left their daughter at the entrace of Hogwarts. With nothing, but a letter.

She eventually has grown up there, by motherly love from Minerva McGonagall and other professors. No one ever told her who her real parents are, or what happened to them, but she doesn't even care about it. What matters is –even if not related by blood– that she has a lovely mother.

It all sounds wonderful, but when a dangerous murderer escapes from Azkaban, everything suddenly changes. She's disturbed by what happened, however, not like the others. It's somehow a different kind of feeling, an inexplicable one. It also doesn't help that she's born a Metamorphmagus, as she has a hard time hiding her emotions. Narcissa's friends, Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins seems to notice her sudden change in behavior, of course.

But what's it all that's happening to her? Why can't she sleep anymore without those horrible nightmares? Or is that just because of the stress that comes with taking the O.W.L.s?

Everything happens so fast, and it becomes overwhelming for Narcissa. Will they understand her?

Hogwarts' Princess – characters' aesthetic

[~Narcissa A. McGonagall~]

[~Frederick G. Weasley~]

[~George F. Weasley~]

[~Lee M. Jordan~]

LEE IS #1 FRISSA SHIPPER

This quartet is the most dramatic ever:

Fred 'acts like the world is ending and everyone he loves has died every time he loses a Quiddich match' Weasley

George 'declares life pointless to the entire school and decides to make it everyone's problem when Zonko's ran out of stink bombs' Weasley

Narcissa 'stutters, drops everything, throws up, trips down several flights of stairs at the mere mention of her crush' McGonagall

Lee 'got shouted at by Madame Pince on his first day and decided to spend the next seven years pissing her off as much as possible' Jordan

Huge thanks for @enbysiriusblack for the inspirational post, and who let me put their idea into my fanfiction's characters!

"Goddamnit Narcissa, no"

–Lee Jordan, all the time

Hogwarts' Princess

The girls and the boys writing down their names pt. 1

Hogwarts' Princess

The girls and the boys writing down their names pt. 2

Wattpad fanfictions that gave me something I didn't know I needed, changing me deep inside

Fred Weasley

Muggle – TinaX2

Oi Homeschooled – Alpacalypse

He calls me love – alexspotatoes

Not your girl – izzylizardlol

Blind spots – Althea_7_

George Weasley

Bonnie: Written In The Stars – Loupyyy

Before the Dawn – laur_n

Malignant – Loupyyy

The Girl Who Hid – lizzature

Game night – raewriter-05

Charlie Weasley

Complicated – maddepaddeowo

Dragons – MoonLitLaufeyson

Draco Malfoy

Potter? – Seselina

Under the Willow Tree – lizzature

Sirius Black

Barking Mad – gracedkelly

Written in the stars – mahduhlyn

Liquid Luck – maraudersnme

Remus Lupin

Stain – expectoremus

Written in the stars – mahduhlyn

Things I wrote (am writing) because fuck yeah, I'm a Harry Potter and Marauders fangirl :

Hogwarts' Princess –a Fred Weasley & Narcissa McGonagall (OC) fanfiction [check pinned post for more information]

Harry Potter one shots – featuring many Harry Potter and Marauders characters

His courage, her ambition – an Oliver Wood & Cassia Malfoy (OC) fanfiction, currently not publishet yet

Non Harry Potter and Marauders related works:

One shots – featuring many different life scenairos, genres

English poems – written by me

Hungarian poems – written by me

Her, him and a book – currently not published yet

Fred Weasley's parchments be like:

Whereas Narcissa McGonagall's be like:

Book: Hogwart's Princess by slytherinlizzy on Wattpad :)

My all time favorite ships from my two fanfiction books; Frissa and Casser

Hogwarts' Princess:

Fred Weasley × Narcissa McGonagall — Frissa

His courage, her ambition:

Oliver Wood × Cassia Malfoy — Casser