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hey guys!!! feel free to request for anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE, for fic recs because I am open to reading most things as long as I've seen the show/movie and I've seen a lot. don't feel restricted by the people I have on my master lists because they are just the ones I commonly read for, but even people within the fandom that I don't have listed are good. and if I don't feel comfortable I'll prob just ignore it lol but rn idk what to read so suggest thing PLSS

color [f.w]

word count: 1.6k

pairing: fred weasley x slytherin!reader

warnings: swearing maybe?

a/n: i’ve been swarmed with work lately, but i’m doing my best to get out requests frequently. should be back on a regular writing schedule soon :)

request: Hey hey can I get a Fred request? With a Slytherin reader? Um maybe just like a little cliche dorky soulmate au where a person can't see the color of the other person's eyes until they make eye contact? It would be lovely if you did :) (requested by @just-gotta-be-me)

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you listened with a forced smile as your best friend droned on about how beautiful the color blue was, rolling your eyes subtly as you tried your best to look interested in the conversation. she droned on about how brilliant the different shades of blue were; the ocean, the sky, and her favorite, the blue of ravenclaw house. 

over the summer, your friend had met their soulmate, who was (unsurprisingly) a ravenclaw in your year. she ranted on, excited about the entire encounter. you didn’t blame her, really. blue was a magnificent color, you couldn’t even imagine not being able to the color of the sky for the entirety of your life.

you luckily, didn’t have this problem. your soulmate didn’t have blue eyes. you hadn’t decided if it was a blessing or a curse, but it was known to all at a young age, that one was not able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until they met yours. 

it never really quite made sense to you, but you never questioned it really; everyone else seemed to cope with it, so you tried to as well. besides, you’d discovered in your first year that you couldn’t see the color ‘brown’, and everyone had reassured you it wasn’t anything to miss out on. 

you’d only sometimes wished you could actually see the color of the great hall walls, rather than a dull gray that somewhat ruined the warm welcoming feeling the room gave everyone else.

the train came to a stop, causing you to sigh. as happy as you were for your friend finding her soulmate, hearing her talk about it as much as she was had you jealous. you were going into your fifth year at hogwarts, and as you and your friends reunited on the way to the castle, it seemed as though everyone in your year had already found their soulmate. 

you kept your mouth shut on the carriage ride up to the school, though everyone was too caught up in the chatter to really notice. you were fine with it that way; you really weren’t in the mood to try to explain yourself and deal with all the fake sympathetic looks.

you stepped into the great hall, sighing in relief as you took in the atmosphere. buzzing students, young and old alike, everyone simply happy to be back at the castle. 

though many wouldn’t admit it, hogwarts was a second home to all of its’ students. you were somewhat in a daze when you heard your friend call you over to the slytherin table, and smiling you made your way over, sitting in the spot they’d saved for you. 

“you know, y/n..” your friend whispered as the crowd settled down, preparing for the sorting. you gave them a questioning look, their tone nothing but mischievous. “you should keep an eye out. maybe your soulmate is right here in hogwarts, waiting for you.” at this you rolled your eyes. 

“odds are, if they attended this school, don’t you think we’d have met by now?” you fired back. your friend went to reply, but was cut off by dumbledore commencing his speech.

your friend let the topic slide for the rest of the sorting and dinner, which you appreciated greatly. you were getting quite annoyed with the whole ordeal. surely, if you were meant to have found your soulmate, you would’ve already. 

shaking your head slightly to yourself, you tuned into your friends’ conversation and pushed the thought of your soulmate to the back of your mind. you enjoyed the rest of your meal catching up to everyone’s summer experiences and sharing your own, excited to be back with your second family. 

before you knew it, dinner was over and it was time to head to the dungeons. you wished your few outer-house friends goodnight, and joined the crowd of students attempting to leave the crowded room. 

you somehow lost your friend within the chaos of trying to exit the room, (though you weren’t too worried, as it happened nearly every year), and simply tried to push your way towards your dorms. you’d just escaped the mass of students when you stepped on something slippery, losing your footing completely and collapsing on the floor with a thud. 

a chorus of laughter arose from behind you, causing you to turn and stare daggers at the pair of redheads who were struggling to catch their breath. you knew of course who they were; fred and george weasley, the two infamous hogwarts pranksters. 

you’d never had the pleasure of encountering them as they were a year older, and in that moment, you’d wished it stayed that way. 

“funny, is it?” you snapped, standing up and brushing yourself off. the two boys glanced at each other, and then nodded in agreement, chuckles still leaving their mouths. 

“yes, actually.” one of them spoke, looking you up and down. “slytherins do have the best reactions to our pranks.” you rolled your eyes, ready to leave and head to bed. 

the one who had yet to speak grabbed your arm, turning you playfully. “may we have the pleasure of knowing your name miss-” he trailed off, just as your angry eyes shot up to meet his. 

a pounding feeling shot through you both and you quickly pulled your wrist out of his grasp. 

you froze, eyes dancing along the walls that used to have no color in absolute wonder. “wow.” you breathed, entranced by the delicate ‘brown’ color everyone talked about. 

you would admit, it was not as beautiful as blue or green, but it suited the castle’s detailing perfectly and suddenly everything felt right. a curious look permanently in your eyes as you soaked in the color you had never experienced. you saw the school in a new light.

fred was not much different. he stood dazed, but the only thing he focused on was you. he took in your figure, drinking you in. you were absolutely beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he’d never seen you before. 

you looked around in wonder, while his eyes were glued to you. he thought your expression was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. 

fred turned to george and lee to ask what the hell had just happened, but they were nowhere to be seen. he frowned, and when he turned back to look at you, your gaze had found his again. 

“hi.” you said, your anger suddenly non-existent. 

“hi.” fred repeated, as you both took a step towards the other. you looked at each other in silence, before he spoke. “merlin. if i’d known my soulmate would be this beautiful, i would’ve looked harder.” you blushed, taken aback by the comment. 

you shrugged, internally shaking off your nerves as you thought of a quick reply. “your loss, i suppose.” he quirked an eyebrow, impressed. 

“you know, i do think i asked for a name.” he smiled, extending a hand. 

“y/n, y/n l/n.” you said, a mischievous grin on your face. 

“‘m fred weasley, but by the look on your face when georgie and i pranked you, you already knew that.” at this, you rolled your eyes, earning a chuckle from him.

the two of you were off in your own little world, the corridor nearly empty at this point, leaving the two of you alone. “i can’t believe my soulmate is a gryffindor.” you teased, though you both knew there was truth behind your sentence. 

fred seemed unphased, snapping back quickly. “no offence taken, i never expected my partner to be a slytherin either.” he said it so casually, leaving you the perfect opportunity for some revenge earlier. 

you raised an eyebrow, “who ever said i was your partner?” fred looked confused at the statement.

 “well we are soulmates, are we not?” 

you laughed, looking at him with adoration. you slowly stepped closer to him, inching your lips teasingly close to his. he looked you in the eyes once more, before leaning forward, and mere seconds before your lips touched, you pulled back, leaving a frown on fred’s face. 

“oh weasley, just because we’re soulmates, doesn’t mean i’m not going to play hard to get.” you smirked, blowing him a quick kiss and sauntering off to the dungeons. 

you turned around briefly to see his stunned, yet slightly impressed expression. “it’s almost curfew. might want to get climbing.” you winked, slipping down the stairs in pursuit of your common room. 

fred stood in the corridor, processing everything that happened. he’d just met his soulmate. he had a soulmate. and she had been here all along, right under his nose.

someone clearing their throat brought him out of his thoughts, turning around he was faced to face with professor dumbledore. “i do believe you should head to your dorms, mr weasley.” he spoke, winking at fred and disappearing back into the great hall. 

fred blinked, before shaking his head and starting up the moving staircases. “game on, l/n..” he whispered, smirking as he walked towards his common room.

you plopped down in your bed, sighing as you leaned back, looking at the ceiling. “where have you been, then?” your friend remarked, you sighing contently. 

“i met my soulmate.” you said casually, hearing everyone in the dorm room shoot up and wait impatiently for your story. you told them a story, though it lacked much detail, including who it was. you were vague, only telling them it was a boy from another house who they knew of. 

of course, they continued guessing, but you only shook your head, laying down to sleep. as you glanced around the dark room, you were suddenly missing the warming brown tone of the rest of the school. 

usually the dungeons were your favorite place in the castle, but after tonight, you were sure that would change. and just like that, you discovered your new favorite color.

polaroids [f.w]

word count: 1.7k

pairing: fred weasley x reader

warnings: angst, death.

a/n: felt like i needed to post something. just an idea i had :)

request: n/a

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a sigh escaped your lips as you rummaged through the old box you had stored in your bedroom. you had just arrived home after the end of your 7th year term, and you were sorting your things. the war was finally over, and finally for once in your life, things had started to feel almost normal. 

you were just getting through your final year, you did have to repeat it due to the horrors of your last year, where every corner you’d find a curse waiting to be thrown at you. you finished your exams with the grades you tried so hard to get and were happy with how things had gone.

until you received an owl a few days before you were due to return home, that you and your family were to move to america within the coming weeks. you hadn’t wanted to leave, but your parents assured you that leaving would be best for you, with all the traumatic experiences you’d faced. 

you lost the only person you loved in the war, yes, but you were managing well, with the help of your best and closest friends. you didn’t know how you would survive without them. 

besides that, you had grown up in england, in this very house, and with every bit of decoration being placed in various boxes, you felt your childhood being picked apart piece by piece. 

it was hard for you, having had some of your best memories in the old building. which is why when you stumbled upon a dusty, yet distinguishable box you vividly recalled, you couldn’t pull yourself from the urge to go through it. 

you pulled the box with you as you sat on the edge of your bed, gently lifting the lid and smiling as your eyes glanced over the contents. it was filled with polaroid pictures; a camera that was gifted from your muggle aunt, that you forced him to take pictures of you both with on multiple occasions. 

you ran your hand gently over the pile, your hand grazing a random one and picking it up, smiling fondly as you reminisced. 

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an 11 year-old version of yourself stood shakily in front of the brick wall, your heart racing. your mother ran briskly behind you, catching up to your small form quickly. glancing at her wrist, your mother cursed under her breath and grabbed your wrist, pulling you without warning through the passage to what would be your new home. 

the platform was quite intimidating, parents and children running here and there, scrambling to get onto the train. you bid your mother goodbye, and without much protest, found your way onto the train. 

being a first year student was hard, and you wanted to find yourself an empty compartment, rather than having to ask someone to sit with them and risk rejection. you found one quickly, pulling out your camera and a book and throwing your case above, relaxing in the seat.

your silence was only interrupted by the door flying open, and two identical redheaded boys who looked a few years older than you, sat down in front of you. you blinked in shock, when one of the two reached out a hand to you. 

“fred weasley. this is my brother, george. we’re third years. mind if we join you?” you took a second, before hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it, followed by george’s. 

“y/n l/n.” 

“say, what’s that?” george piped up, pointing to the polaroid sitting next to you. 

“it’s my camera, see!” you spoke enthusiastically, the pride of your camera overwhelming you. they seemed intrigued, so after a quick explanation, fred spoke up.

“could we take a picture together?” you looked at him, making sure he wasn’t messing around or making fun of you, but he seemed genuine. you smiled, agreeing. you slipped in between the two twins, fred taking the camera due to his longer arm, and you all posed as he snapped the picture.

a single tear slid down your cheek as you took in the memory, taking in a deep breath. that was only the first of many interactions you had with the weasley twins. a sad, yet meaningful chuckle escaped your lips. 

if only you had known back then how important those boys were going to be in your life, you would’ve gotten to know them better right then and there. sure, they were three years older than you, but they acted as though they were three younger.

laying the polaroid on your bed, you fished out another one. a picture of you, angelina, fred, harry and george; harry on george and fred’s shoulders, you tucked under fred’s free arm and angelina tucked under george’s. 

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you swiftly caught the quaffle, weaving your way through opposing players and an occasional bludger, the wind whipping gracefully through your hair. you caught sight of angelina, a fellow chaser, with an open shot, yet was undetected by the ravenclaws seemingly swarming you. 

with a quick dip and sharp turn of your broom, you effectively distracted your pursuers, easily throwing the quaffle to angelina, allowing her to score. this went on for another twenty or so minutes, before you finally heard the announcer call that harry had caught the snitch.

you all landed cheering, meeting your team in the middle of the field and embracing one another. you saw ron and hermione running up to you, your polaroid clutched tightly in hermione’s hands. 

as oliver gave his typical gloating speech and dismissed the team, hermione quickly called you all over to take a picture. the two gingers swiftly lifted up the chosen boy, and were quick to grab you and angelina as well, all of you smiling as hermione took the picture. 

she waited a few moments for it to process, looking at it with pride. you slid out of fred’s arm to collect the picture, pretending to judge it. 

“it’s perfect.” you affirmed. she beamed, and you glanced at up at your friends, exchanging smiles, and one noticeably larger smile to a special someone.

it was the simple memories like this that were your favourite. you didn’t need to worry about harry, ron or hermione getting themselves into trouble with the dark lord, these moments were the very few normal times where you could all just pretend there wasn’t a war looming over you, ready to happen at any given moment. 

you smiled, sorting through the rest of the polaroids until one in particular made your heart stop. you handled it with great delicacy, the tears now freely flowing as you looked at the beautiful image.

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you stood anxiously in your mirror, twisting and twirling in front of it in a feeble attempt to gain confidence. it didn’t work however, and you let out a frustrated sigh. hermione peeked her head out from the bathroom, giggling when she saw the state you were in. 

“y/n, you look amazing. stop worrying so much!” 

you frowned at her, “hermione, look at you, then look at me! i don’t even compare.” you huffed, and she sighed. 

“you know that’s not true, and besides, fred is going to love it.” 

at this, you tensed. “hermione, we’re just friends.” you muttered, your cheeks flushing. the original plan had been for you to go as friends along with george, but he’d finally mustered up the courage to ask out angelina. 

instead of letting it get to you, you and fred agreed to go just the two of you. 

specified only as friends, of course. which meant it wasn’t a date, but hermione seemed to not be able to get this idea out of her head. “mhm.” she waved you off, re-entering the bathroom to finish off her look for the extravagant night. 

when you were both finally ready, you stepped down the stairs together, giggling as excitement bubbled in your chest. hermione was meeting krum at the entrance to the ball, so you told fred to meet you there as well. 

together, you made your way to your dates, and a foreign feeling of nerves washed over you as you quietly replayed hermione’s words in your head. you bit your lip as you turned the corner, smiling as your eyes landed on your not-date for the night.

stepping down the stairs, you had been a nervous wreck. only an hour later, you and fred were having the time of your life, dancing and singing to your hearts’ content. 

it was like time had stopped around you, and that you two were the only ones who were there. you were in your own little bubble and you were on cloud nine. it was only in your last slow dance, that he kissed you for the first time. it wasn’t necessarily like the movies would show it, but it was perfect. 

colin creevy found you the next day, handing you a perfectly taken polaroid of you and fred. it was during your special slow dance, you both gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, moments before he leaned in. it looked as though you had posed for the picture, you couldn’t have loved the photo more. 

it conveyed so much emotion, every unspoken word between you was portrayed. it was love, and anyone could see that. (you even loved it so much, you decided for once, to let it slide that the younger boy had been taking pictures of you without your knowledge in the first place.)

so as you sat on your bed, crying every last tear as sobs wracked your body, you couldn’t help but feel the ghost of his arms around you. every comforting word he ever spoke echoed in your mind. 

“it’s okay, love.” “everything is going to be alright.” “i love you, forever.”

it was scary, really. you could’ve sworn he was right there next to you. but he wasn’t, and he was never going to be. he was gone; you were never going to see him again and you had to accept that. 

you gently placed the polaroids back into the box, painfully swallowing as you packed it away with the rest of your things. you glanced around the almost empty bedroom you’d spent so many nights lying in his arms, or thinking about him; and suddenly, the thought of leaving didn’t seem so bad after all.

Love it!

Don’t get over me- Fred Weasley

Fred sits with his arms crossed and a fake smile on his face. Half listening to George who is rambling on and Fred feels like his head is spinning.

The memory of her looking insanely beautiful and yet nervous as she entered the common room. She was timid when she asked Fred if she looked okay. She was laughing when he twirled her around calling her a princess. She was blushing when he pressed a kiss to her cheek before sending her on her way, watching as Alicia double checked the girls hair and touched up her make up before sending her out of the room.

He watched on the map, that he’d asked Harry if he could borrow for the  very reason of torturing himself, as she left the castle grounds. Blood boiling at the thought of her date asking her out and then not picking her up.

Blood boiling at the thought of anyone but him asking her out.

He scowls as he sits in the courtyard, George had coaxed him out into the summer heat to help get his mind off his best friend he was in love with and her date with Adrian Pucey.

“Here comes trouble,” George calls with a smirk, the grin on his face falling immediately when he recognises the look on his girlfriends face. “Angie, what’s wrong?” He questions worriedly, jumping up from his seat to approach her.

“Fred you need to come now,” She instructs, George even more baffled and almost hurt that his upset looking girlfriend was seeking his brother for comfort.

“What’s the problem?” Fred questions, not really in the mood to deal with whatever’s happening, his plans to sulk all day ruined.

“It’s Y/N, she just-” Angelina is cut off as Fred leaps to his feet, George not sure if he should feel happy Angelina is okay or worried for his friend.

“Where is she?” Fred demands, feet already carrying him away from the others

“Her dorm, but she won’t-” Angelina sighs, giving up on trying to talk to Fred as he sprints away.

Having successfully knocked down a first year and been shouted at by Filch, Fred arrives at the Gryffindor girls dormitory. Stopping his sprint at the sight of Alicia, knocking on the door with worry in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” Fred questions, panting slightly

“We aren’t really sure. We were in town and she ran past crying so obviously we followed but she’s locked herself in and she won’t talk to anyone,” Alicia explains as she moves away from the door to allow Fred to take her place.

“Thanks Al, I’ve got it from here,” he smiles to the girl who nods and leaves the best friends in peace. Fred knocks on the door

“Go away!” he hates that her shouted response is enough to let him know she’s still crying, he can hear the crack in her voice.

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Can I come in?” he calls through the door.

“No!”

“Why? it’s only me I promise,” he sighs, she never turns him away.

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” she groans. His heart sinks in his chest.

“Lovie, I hate to be the bearer or bad news but I’ve seen you in some pretty low points, cleaned sick out of your hair, nursed you to health, we went camping and you didn’t sleep for 32 hours and couldn’t shower. Reckon I can see you upset, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he tries to compromise, his head leaning on the wooden door

“It’s embarrassing,” she cries out, voice cracking

“Whatever it is I will have done worse, besides, it’s just me sweetheart, I’m not gonna judge you,” he assures, not quite realising that it being him was the whole damn point, unable to say no to him she sighs and moves towards the door unlocking it.

Fred pushes the door open the second he hears the lock shift, throwing his arms around her in a tight bear hug as she sniffles into his shirt.

“What happened darling?” He cooes, moving carefully to sit on her bed and pulling her into his lap without a second thought, holding her to him as she stares at him. Her eyes look sore from crying and her nose is red, her makeup streaking and damp sticky cheeks and yet to Fred she’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“He stood me up,” she admits, not bothering to try and hide what was sure to be the talk of the school no matter how embarrassing it is to admit to her crush. “He stood me up and his friends sat at a table and laughed at me,”

Fred feels his blood boil, his heart beating faster. He wants to throw her from his lap, find Adrian and pummel the guy to death and then find any friends involved and do the same to them.

Instead he forces himself to take a deep breath, pulling her back to his chest and stroking her back gently, whispering sweet nothings into her hair as another round of cries escapes her. He holds her close until she settles down in his lap.

“Hey, you listen to me sweetheart, he is so fucking stupid. You are the most beautiful girl on this entire planet and you are smart and kind and funny and if Adrian Pucey can’t see that then good riddance you didn’t give him a minute of your time. You can and will do so, so, so, much better than him and you saying yes to him is the best thing that’ll ever happen to him and I mean that,” He rambles, his eyes searching hers, trying to find any hurt in them so he can melt it away with gentle touches and loving words.

“I just feel so stupid,” she admits with a sigh as Fred adjusts his arms slightly to better hold her on his lap.

“He’s the stupid one. You, my lovely, are golden, and he’s an idiot if he doesn’t realise that,”

“I’m just never good enough,”

“Hey,” he scolds lightly “None of that,”

“I’m not though. Not enough for him, not enough for Cormac-”

“That was a blessing,” Fred smirks, laughing when she rolls her eyes

“Not enough for Leo, I mean I had a boy who is practically a saint and he cheated on me, not enough for my dad, not enough for you, not enough for Oli or Alex or Chr-” her ramble is cut off by Fred who’s heart is falling to his feet.

“Me? What do you mean me?” he asks, eyes wide. How had he ever let this girl think she wasn’t enough for him?

“I-it- I don’t know,” she sighs, he raises his eyebrows and she takes a deep breath before talking once more. “I guess, well- look don’t freak out alright? I’ve liked you since third year and I always just thought if I was more. Y'know prettier and smarter and funnier- I guess I just thought if I had been enough you’d like me back, but you don’t and that is fine. I don’t hold  it against you and it’s not your fault and I don’t want this to change anything and-” she cuts off her own ramble, her tears misting over once more at the feeling in her stomach. She was about to loose Fred. “Please say something,” She whispers.

Fred had never been someone who struggled to talk, but, in that moment he feels his entire world stop spinning, everything falling into place and his heart soaring.

“Like me?” He questions

“Yeah. It’s why I said yes to Adrian, thought maybe it would help me get over you,”

“Don’t do that,” He speaks too quickly “Don’t get over me,” he demands, she blinks a little “Get under me- wait!- I didn’t mean- well you can if you want I very much welcome that-I just- I have liked you since the day I met you on the train and I never said it cause I didn’t want to ruin us but, sweetheart, I liked you so much it might even be love and I have wanted this forever,” He rambles, his breathing becoming easier when a large smile overtakes her face.

“I could get under you,” she teases, giggling as he rolls his eyes, leaning down from her seat in his lap.

Her lips meet his and the whole world takes a moment. Nothing matters. Not that when he cups her cheeks in his hands her face is damp, not the slightly salty taste of her tears, not that Fred is still ready to go and kill Adrian, not that George and Angelina are listening in from behind the door, not that it could have all happened so long ago.

No.

All that matters is her and him. The feeling of him pulling her closer and the way her fingers tangle in her hair. The way they’re smiling into the kiss. The way everything fits perfectly. It’s her and it’s all they ever needed.

She pulls away breathless, giggling when Fred’s lips chase after her’s subconsciously, willing to be close to her again.

“It could definitely be love,” She whispers, her eyes fluttering open to see Fred beaming up at her.

“You think?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do,” she grins.

“I’m going to go and kill Adrian now,” Fred announces

“There’s plenty of time for that,” She argues, gripping herself to him tighter as he laughs at her clinging to him

“Something you’d rather be doing?” He teases

“I believe you mentioned something about being under you,” She smirks, Fred’s grin widening

“You’re right. Adrian can wait,”

**

Masterlist 

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.

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.

SKELETONS AND SCARES

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: it’s fred’s mission to scare his girlfriend ever since she told him it was impossible to.

warnings: pranks and shenanigans, kisses, fluff, hitting? insinuations (sexy 👀)

a/n: it’s christmas and i’m writing halloween stuff idk why

the library was quiet as you and fred studied together. well you studied and he more so watched. ever since halloween approached he’d been restless. and the students were on high alert, especially with the weasley twins on the prowl. yesterday you ran into at least four people who’d been the subject of their pranks.

“oh! and then colin accidentally walked in on the prank for ron. wasn’t any less hilarious to be honest.” fred laughed as you smiled, “all these students are easily scared fred. choose someone more difficult or more amusing. i’m sure draco deserves a visit.” you joked as fred thought, “like who?” you pointed at yourself. “you? you want me to scare you? you’re easy.” you scoffed at his words, “and why is that? can you recall any time you’ve managed to prank me?”

fred’s mouth open and closed. you were really right, he hadn’t even scared you once. but he’d do it now. “okay, what do i get if i do?” you wondered for a second, “me. wherever you’d like, whenever.” fred liked that idea as he reached his hand out to shake before quickly retracting it, “what do you get if i fail?” you grinned, “you.”

he was relentless in his efforts. the first day after your agreement had you in the library again, this time with hermione in your spare time. you’d both wanted to read your favourite books. and as you pulled out yours a spider jumped out and onto your hand. rather than panicking you pulled out your wand “pertrificus totalus.” you picked it up and placed it outside the room.

fred was nearby and groaned at your calm demeanour whilst george leaned against the wall to take a peak. “well it seems your ever so amazing plan has already failed. what’ve you got up your sleeve?”

two in one day was something you wouldn’t expect from him, right?

wrong.

but a snake in a suitcase was extremely dull. you had no clue why fred’s pranks were so bad when it came to you but for others they were a howl. fail after fail and every day you woke up with the expectation of a success perhaps. even when you hung out with him he was planning his next prank. “if you’re wondering what miserable plan you’re going to use next i beg you to not. having george pop out of a closet with a mask i mean come on.”

fred jokingly hit your arm, “why are your pranks so bad when it comes to me?” fred shrugged his shoulders. “maybe i just don’t want to hurt you.” it came off as a joke but you could feel the sincerity in his earnest words.

“well aren’t you a sweetheart.” you replied as you kissed his cheek.

you’d been biding your time for him.

fred made his way into the room and you took it as your chance and jumped at him, which caused the two of you to tumble down onto the couch.

“how long had you been waiting there?” he yelped as you sat up, “as long as i had to for this, priceless! you’ve been annoying me for the past few days with very pathetic attempts when the simplest prank was amazing and effective.” you preened as he laughed.

“you’re the girlfriend of hogwarts’ best prankster. there’s no way i’ll be resting until i succeed.” fred crossed his arms with his chin in the air as you began to howl in laughter. “well your times up and you failed, i bet george would’ve scared me by now.” fred’s mouth turned into an ‘o’ before his hands crept to your stomach, “you take it back, take it back right now y/n weasley.” he joked as you grinned, “weasley? i like the sound of that. when’s george available?” fred was relentless as he tickled you, your hands beating on his body at the torture. “i was kidding! please!” you cried out as he tutted.

“no mercy for traitors y/n!”

Waaaaah, I love them both the same, you can't just make me choose!

I concider myself a huflepuff, but every test says I'm a ravenclaw, so do what you will with that.

okay i’d like to see something so help me out here

dear fellow weasley twins lovers/self shippers reblog this post (or reply but i’d prefer it if you reblog so more can see this) and answer these two questions: which twin do you prefer and what is your hogwarts house?

i’ll start: george and hufflepuff

Baile de Inverno|| Harry Potter

Par: Fred Weasley x Você//Harry Potter x Você

Sumário: Faz um ano que você tem um crush enorme em Fred Weasley, mas nunca teve coragem de confessar isso para o ruivo. O que vai mudar quando o Baile de Inverno acontecer em Hogwarts? 

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  O quinto ano de Hogwarts não poderia estar sendo mais confuso e maluco, as estudantes de Beauxbatons  e os estudantes de Durmstrang tinham acabado de se acomodar no Salão Principal, quando o diretor fez o anúncio que ia ser a alegria/desespero de todas as garotas. Isso mesmo, sem meio termo. 

- Junto ao Torneio Tribruxo, também acontecerá o Baile de Inverno, assim como está na tradição - ele disse calmamente como sempre, com um sorriso no rosto. 

 A professora McGonagall explicou os detalhes mas minha mente já estava longe, obviamente o meu caso é de desespero, não por falta de confiança mas sim de oportunidades. Só tinha um garoto que eu gostaria de convidar, mas como eu faria isso se nem mais de uma palavra nós já trocamos? Eu não gostaria de ir com um estranho, um amigo no mínimo. 

Eu já tinha 5 anos dentro de Hogwarts, por que não fiz nada ainda? Essa é fácil, dois motivos muito simples. Somos de casas diferentes, eu como uma corvina não tenho muitos amigos grifinórios, infelizmente. É muito cômodo formar um círculo social restrito à própria casa e eu era uma criança tímida, alguém pode me julgar??  

Eu lembro claramente do dia que o vi pela primeira vez, foi o mesmo dia que consegui a minha primeira amiga grifinória. 

 Eu estava caminhando apressada pelas escadas até o primeiro andar, onde fica a biblioteca. Não seria surpresa para ninguém mas dessa vez era mais urgente, faltavam duas semanas para a época de provas do 4º ano e eu não me sentia pronta para a prova de Aritmancia. 

Mal tinha colocado os pés no corredor quando ouço duas vozes empolgadas conversando, não precisei olhar mais de uma vez para saber quem eram. Os gêmeos Weasley tinham formado sua própria fama rapidamente em Hogwarts, os únicos que não gostavam deles eram os alvos de suas brincadeiras, ainda não tive esse azar, e provavelmente seus adversários da Sonserina.

Era a primeira vez que tive chance de vê-los sem uma roda de pessoas ao redor querendo comprar seus produtos limitados ou seus próprios amigos por perto, e eu não imaginei o que esse pequeno momento iria causar em mim.

Embora fossem idênticos, um em específico tinha me chamado atenção. Eu não sabia dizer qual era o nome dele e nem tive tempo de perguntar, pois eles passaram andando para outro corredor, oposto a onde eu estava. 

Foi o sorriso caloroso dele e os olhos brilhantes, que me encantaram naquele momento e mesmo que nenhum dos dois tenha sido para mim, não consegui esquecer e eu tentei. 

Mais tarde naquele dia, eu tentava achar um livro específico de Aritmancia quando reparei em Angelina , grifinória e um ano mais velha do que eu. Difícil não reconhecer já que ela também é popular, estando no time de quadribol mas nunca nos falamos realmente, até esse momento. 

- Você está no 5º ano?? Eu nunca te vi em nenhuma das aulas - me lembro dela dizer olhando para minha mão, na qual eu carregava um livro de poções avançado.

- Ah não, eu gosto de adiantar algumas matérias quando acabo de estudar - respondi tranquilamente com um pequeno sorriso enquanto pegava meu livro, bem ao lado da cabeça dela. 

- Então você é boa em poções? - ela perguntou me olhando e eu apenas concordei com um aceno antes dela continuar - e você poderia me dar uma ajudinha?? É um pouco difícil prestar atenção com Fred e Jorge lá - ela completou com uma risadinha, como se lembrasse de algo. 

A partir daí nos encontrávamos na biblioteca quando não tinham treinos e durante essas duas semanas nos aproximamos bastante, mas não ao ponto de misturarmos nossos círculos sociais e sairmos todos juntos. 

 Me virei para encarar Angelina, que mesmo estando distante encontrou meu olhar e sorriu, ela sabia que eu sentia alguma coisa por Fred Weasley mas nunca disse o quão profundo esses sentimentos eram ou ela já teria dado um jeito de me ajudar há muito bem atrás. 

Reparei que ela fez um dos sinais que inventamos para nos comunicar, aquele quis dizer que íamos conversar mais tarde no meu dormitório e eu apenas assenti antes de começar a comer. Pena que eu não notei ter chamado a atenção de um certo ruivo, por causa da minha conversa silenciosa com a garota.

Nos meses que se seguiram, por causa do nome do Harry ter saído no Cálice de Fogo e a primeira prova estar por perto, o clima ficou extremamente tenso dentro da escola e a animosidade com o baile esfriou. As pessoas comentavam todo tipo de absurdo e eu fazia o que podia quando algo desse tipo acontecia na minha presença, porque me incomodava muito. A escola toda estava contra o Harry, basicamente e eu tinha deixado claro que aquilo era ridículo, mesmo não conhecendo o garoto direito. 

Por causa disso, acabei me afastando de alguns amigos que discordavam de mim e achavam que Potter queria chamar atenção mais uma vez, mas a parte boa é que acabei passando muito mais tempo com Angelina no Salão Comunal da Grifinória, ela sempre me dizia a senha embora a mulher gorda não gostasse tanto assim. 

Hoje é sábado e um desses dias, saí cedo do meu dormitório pois não tinha nada para estudar e caminhei sem pressa pelos corredores praticamente vazios. Parece que é uma regra, os adolescentes não saem antes das 9 da manhã da cama. Vi a garota sozinha no meio da mesa da Grifinória então caminhei direto para lá, me sentando ao seu lado. 

- Bom dia Angie - cumprimentei com um sorriso animado enquanto dava uma olhada na mesa já cheia  

- Sonhou com os 10 N.O.M.S hoje, é? - ela sorriu para mim antes de completar - ou foi com um certo alguém? 

Senti o meu rosto esquentar enquanto ela ria da minha cara, as manhãs em que estamos de bom humor geralmente começa com essas provocações matinais e depois seguimos para o mesmo tópico…

- Quando você vai convidar o Fred para o baile? Você sabe que em relação a perceber sentimentos, ele é lento - ela insistiu assim como em todos os dias que eu fizesse alguma coisa.

- Ele já deve ter sido convidado uma hora dessas, falta quase um mês - dei a minha resposta mais comum a ela, em alguns dias eu dizia que iria convidá-lo, mas isso nunca aconteceu. 

- Ele está disponível ainda mas em algum momento não vai estar mais! Você realmente quer ver ele dançando com outra garota? - ela me olhou desafiadoramente mesmo sabendo a resposta.

- Se eu prometer que dessa vez eu vou chamar ele para ir comigo, você me deixa comer em paz?? - eu perguntei segurando o olhar dela e recebi um sorriso satisfeito em troca. 

 Às vezes nem eu compreendia o porquê de toda essa enrolação, em alguns momentos eu só queria poder confessar os meus sentimentos e se eu fosse rejeitada, só ia seguir em frente. Mas então eu chegava perto dele e não conseguia, ao menos assim eu tinha esperança. A grifinória em mim vai ter a coragem hoje, graças a Angelina e a minha promessa idiota. 

Aos poucos os alunos foram chegando e entre eles estavam nossos amigos. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olívio Wood e Lino Jordan. Logo desceu o trio, Harry, Hermione e Ron e em seguida, Fred e Jorge com o bom humor de sempre. 

- Bom dia garotas - os dois piscaram para nós ao mesmo tempo com um sorriso de quem acabou de aprontar.

- Bom dia - respondemos juntas mas com reações diferentes, Alícia simplesmente ignorou, eu me controlei para não ficar vermelha e Angelina só sorriu mais.

Fred sentou duas cadeiras para a esquerda à minha frente e Jorge ao lado dele, não tinha jeito algum de falar com ele durante o café da manhã e eu agradeci por isso, mas me arrependi logo depois.  

- E você não virou homem ainda para chamar alguém, Ron?? - ouvi a voz nada discreta de Fred falar, interrompendo a minha conversa com Lino.

Obviamente todos ali viraram para prestar atenção, a implicância entre eles sempre era algo divertido, principalmente pela manhã. 

- Você não tem um par também, cadê a SUA coragem Fred? Está com medo de levar um não?? - eu nunca tinha visto Ronald Weasley com um sorriso tão satisfeito no rosto e nem uma expressão tão indignada no mais velho. 

- Eu vou te mostrar a coragem, olhe e aprenda Roniquinho - ele tinha feito questão de se levantar e prendi minha respiração ao vê-lo olhar na minha direção, não podia ser...

- Ei Johnson, quer ir ao Baile de Inverno comigo? - ele perguntou tranquilamente, sem perceber as minhas expectativas e um pedaço do meu coração se quebrando.

Ela respondeu que sim depois de me olhar rapidamente, eu não me importei dela aceitar. Eles são amigos e eu já sabia que ela queria ir com Jorge, por isso não tinha aceitado nenhum convite até agora. Eu já tinha pensado em como ia ser se essa situação acontecesse, na minha cabeça foi bem pior. 

Os próximos dias seguiram com poucas mudanças em relação a Fred, em todos os momentos se eu pudesse evitá-lo, eu evitava. Não por raiva ou qualquer coisa do tipo, eu queria tirar o meu foco dele. Eu tinha recusado 2 convites porque não tinha me imaginado com outro cara, e isso ia acabar. 

Eu e Alícia tínhamos acabado de voltar de Londres, fomos olhar algumas opções novas de vestidos, pois muitas meninas iriam às lojas bruxas por perto. Mal pisamos no Salão Principal quando Hermione passou furiosa e um tanto chateada, nem nos cumprimentou como sempre fazia.

- O que vocês fizeram para deixar ela tão aborrecida?? - perguntei encarando Harry e depois Ron, antes de me sentar ao lado de Harry.

- Eu só disse que ela poderia acompanhar um de nós - explicou o ruivo enquanto devorava a comida no seu prato.

- Agora? Falta um mês, eu também teria ficado brava - ambos me olharam sem entender e eu tive que respirar bem fundo - vocês não entendem nada sobre garotas, não é?

- Ela se sentiu a última opção, ninguém ia gostar de se sentir assim, é óbvio, deveriam ter convidado ela muito antes - Ali respondeu sem paciência, enquanto a realização pareceu atingir o rosto deles. 

O ruivo pareceu refletir por 3 segundos antes de voltar a comer como se nada tivesse acontecido, então sobrou apenas nós três para conversar.  

- E o seu par Harry? A Mcgonagall vai surtar se você tiver sozinho para abrir o Baile - comentei enquanto pega um pouco de sopa para mim. 

- Eu não achei a garota certa ainda… - ele respondeu um pouco desconfortável e olhou para o lado como se tivesse lembrado de alguma coisa. 

- Não querendo me intrometer, mas já me intrometendo, vocês podiam ir juntos. Apenas como amigos - ela completou assim que viu o garoto nos olhar petrificado mas relaxou logo em seguida.

- Não tem problema para mim, eu estava pensando em não ir, mas assim ao menos poderia ser divertido - eu falei com um pequeno sorriso e ele concordou com a cabeça. 

 Pelo resto do mês, eu acabei ficando mais próxima dele e consequentemente do casal mais insuportável que já existiu. Eu adoro a Hermione e o Ron, mas como duas pessoas conseguem ser tão teimosas? Eu não sei, é um mistério mas ao mesmo tempo, foi um bom entretenimento e eu consegui me desligar dos meus sentimentos por Fred. 

Estava chegando perto do horário de começar o Baile e eu mal tinha parado para pensar que ia ser obrigada a lidar com Angelina e Fred dançando juntos, mesmo que eu jamais tivesse tido ciúmes dos dois antes, a cena não me parecia agradável. 

Dei uma última olhada no espelho, escolhi um vestido de veludo vermelho, longo, com mangas e uma fenda até altura da minha coxa e que definia o meu corpo na medida certa. Eu estava me sentindo incrivelmente bonita do jeito que eu estava e nada podia acabar com o meu bom humor, nem o meu crush não correspondido. 

Combinei de encontrar meus amigos perto da escada e lá estavam eles, Hermione com um vestido rosa conversando com Vítor Krum mais afastada, Ron estava para explodir a qualquer momento e Harry como sempre, parecia tentar achar uma desculpa para sair dali e eu preferi ajudar nisso. 

- Oie meninos - eu disse tranquilamente parada no primeiro degrau da escada e eles como estavam de costas para mim, deram um pulo de susto e não consegui segurar a risada.

- Você não pode chegar assim e assustar os outros, eu quase tive um ataque… - o ruivo colocou a mão no coração dramaticamente, parece que o ódio se esvaiu também.

- Todo mundo vai descer pela escada, vocês deveriam estar fofocando em um lugar mais discreto. É sobre a Hermione de novo, né? - perguntei na maior cara de pau sem ligar para as reclamações sobre o meu comentário. 

- E por que eu ia perder meu tempo falando de uma traidora?? - o rosto dele foi de branco para vermelho em poucos segundos, parece que a raiva tinha retornado.

- Eu só sei de uma coisa, não podemos nos atrasar, né Harry?? Aliás preciso falar com você rapidinho - nem deixei que ele concordasse e puxei seu braço para um canto sem ninguém. 

- Alguma coisa aconteceu? - ele disse enquanto ajeitava o seu óculos e eu só neguei com um sorriso, deixando ele ainda mais confuso. 

- Eu só queria te dar uma folga do furacão Ronald Weasley mas se você quiser voltar para lá, não me importo - eu disse desviando o olhar dele para trás do seu ombro e lá estava, uma imagem clara do ruivo brigando com uma aluna inocente.

- Na verdade, alguns minutos sem ter que ouvir as grosserias dele é ótimo, não que ele seja um amigo ruim, mas às vezes é um pouco...demais  - ele respondeu com um pequeno sorriso de agradecimento.  

Ficamos conversando por mais alguns minutos antes da Mcgonagall anunciar oficialmente o começo da festa, onde nós teríamos que dançar primeiro. Tínhamos ensaiado algumas vezes, então não passamos tanta vergonha, embora a minha vontade fosse de rir com as lembranças que me vieram à cabeça e pude ver o mesmo nos olhos de Harry. 

Depois desse momento, os outros campeões também dançaram com suas parceiras e em seguida, a festa realmente começou. Eu preferi evitar dançar além do necessário, pois isso sim seria vergonhoso mas não significa que não aproveitei. 

Eu estava sentada em uma mesa com Harry e Ron porque aparentemente o par dele não estava muito feliz, mas resolvi não entrar nesse assunto. Até que vejo Angie se aproximar e colocar a mão no meu ombro descoberto.

- Podemos conversar por um momento?? - ela disse e pela sua expressão, parecia ser importante. 

 Confirmei com a cabeça e como os dois continuatam conversando entre si, preferi não interromper e só fui com a mais velha até um canto com menos gente. 

- Aconteceu alguma coisa? - perguntei calmamente e notei que ela olhou para a direção onde Fred e Jorge estavam com mais uma garota.

- Sim, eu já sabia que seria uma bagunça completa, já que você queria vir com uma pessoa e eu com outra, mas eu acho que tem como consertar a tempo - ela contou voltando a me olhar.

- Eu não sei Angie, só com um vira-tempo e um pouco de sorte, daí eu conseguiria chamar ele para vir comigo. 

- Foi errado mas eu acabei de ouvir ele comentando uma coisa com o Jorge, que deveria ter pensado melhor e te convidado. Eu já estava reparando faz um tempo, eu tinha quase certeza que ele gostava de você e eu acabei de ter a prova - ela disse com um pequeno sorriso e logo em seguida pegou a minha mão e continuou - não quero ver vocês dois sofrendo atoa.

 Eu mal sabia o que responder então preferi demonstrar da melhor forma que eu consegui, ou seja, com um abraço mesmo não sendo muito de abraços na maior parte do tempo. 

- Obrigada por ter me contado mas acho que eu vou ser obrigada a roubar o seu par agora - respondi com um pequeno sorriso e me afastei dela novamente. 

- Algum dia eu te perdoo por isso, mas essa conversa fica para depois - ela piscou para mim e se afastou para o outro lado da festa. 

 Respirei fundo e assim que voltei a olhar na direção onde os gêmeos estavam conversando, percebi que já não tinha ninguém ali e não pude deixar de ficar decepcionada. 

- Me procurando, amor?? - uma voz muito conhecida por mim falou, numa distância mínima das minhas costas e eu imediatamente me virei.

- Na verdade sim, mas você veio até aqui, então deve ser importante - respondi com um sorriso sem me deixar abalar pela sua proximidade, já que não era incomum da parte dele tentar me deixar frustrada com esse tipo de provocação.

- Desde quando algo que eu tenho para dizer não é importante?? - ele falou com uma voz indignada mas seu sorriso o denunciou - vamos dar uma volta, o que acha? Aqui está muito cheio -  ele disse e logo segurou a minha mão, como eu poderia recusar um pedido desses? 

 Eu apenas concordei com um aceno e então saímos do Salão, caminhamos, ainda de mãos dadas, até o jardim. Tenho certeza que isso não deixou de passar pelos olhos atentos dos meus amigos, mas não era de pensar nisso. 

- Eu sei que nos conhecemos de verdade apenas esse ano - ele começou a falar e então parou de andar - mas eu realmente comecei a gostar muito de você - sua voz mais suave e até um pouco incerta. 

- Claro que sim, viramos todos amigos rápido - respondi com um sorriso satisfeito, talvez fosse maldade mas eu estava adorando esse momento e não queria que acabasse tão rápido.

 Ele olhou para o lado e respirou fundo antes de voltar a me encarar nos olhos com uma expressão mais leve.

- Está se divertindo, não é? É bem engraçado, não é? - ele perguntou e pude ver seus olhos brilharem, o tipo de brilho que aparece quando ele acaba de fazer uma pegadinha. 

- Sim, eu estou. Como eu poderia não estar quando deixei Fred Flertador Weasley frustrado? - eu respondi segurando a vontade que estava de rir, pela situação e pelo novo apelido que inventei. 

- Eu tive uma ideia muito mais divertida amor, você vai gostar - ele disse com confiança.

 Antes que eu pudesse perguntar o que era, uma das suas mãos encontraram o meu rosto e a outra minha cintura, me puxando mais para perto. Um segundo depois estávamos dando nosso primeiro beijo, o primeiro de muitos que estavam por vir. 

Yule Ball|| Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader // Harry Potter x Reader

Summary: It's been a year since you had a huge crush on Fred Weasley, but you never had the courage to confess it to the redhead. What will change when the Winter Ball takes place at Hogwarts? 

Word Count: 3.2k 

 The fifth year of Hogwarts couldn't be more confusing and crazy, the students from Beauxbatons and the Durmstrang students had just settled in the Great Hall, when the principal made the announcement that it was going to be the joy / despair of all the girls. That's right, with no middle ground. 

- Along with the Triwizard Tournament, the Yule Ball will also take place, just as it is in tradition - he said calmly as always, with a smile on his face. 

 Professor McGonagall explained the details but my mind was already far away, obviously my case is one of despair, not for lack of confidence but for opportunities. There was only one boy I would like to invite, but how would I do that if not more than one word we have already exchanged? I would not like to go with a stranger, a friend at the very least. 

I was already 5 years old at Hogwarts, why haven't I done anything yet? This is easy, two very simple reasons. We are from different houses, as a Ravenclaw I don't have many Gryffindor friends, unfortunately. It is very comfortable to form a social circle restricted to the home itself and I was a shy child, can anyone judge me ??  

I clearly remember the day I saw him the first time, it was the same day that I got my first Gryffindor friend. 

 I was hurrying up the stairs to the first floor, where the library is. It wouldn't be a surprise to anyone, but this time it was more urgent, it was two weeks before the 4th grade exam season and I didn't feel ready for the Arithmancy exam. 

I had barely stepped into the hall when I heard two excited voices talking, I didn't have to look more than once to find out who they were. The Weasley twins had quickly formed their own fame at Hogwarts, the only ones who didn't like them were the targets of their pranks, I still haven't had that bad luck, and probably their Slytherin opponents. 

It was the first time that I had a chance to see them without a circle of people around wanting to buy their limited products or their own friends around, and I didn't imagine what that little moment would do to me.

Although they were identical, one in particular had caught my attention. I didn't know what his name was and I didn't even have time to ask, as they walked to another corridor, opposite where I was. 

It was his warm smile and bright eyes, that enchanted me at that moment and even though neither was for me, I couldn't forget it and I tried. 

Later that day, I was trying to find a specific Arithmancy book when I noticed Angelina, a gryffindor and a year older than me. Difficult not to recognize since she is also popular, being on the Quidditch team but we never really spoke to each other, until that moment. 

- Are you in 5th year ?? I never saw you in any of the classes - I remember her saying looking at my hand, in which I was carrying an advanced potions book.

- Oh no, I like to advance some subjects when I finish studying - I replied calmly with a small smile as I took my book, right next to her head. 

- So are you good at potions? - she asked looking at me and I just nodded before she continued - and could you help me? It's a little difficult to pay attention to the class, when Fred and Jorge are there - she finished with a giggle, as if remembering something. 

From then on, we met at the library when they had no training and during those two weeks we got close enough, but not to the point of mixing our social circles and going out together. 

 I turned to face Angelina, even though she was away she met my gaze and smiled, she knew I felt something for Fred Weasley but I never said how deep those feelings were or she would have managed to help me a long time ago. 

I noticed that she made one of the signs that we invented to communicate when we were far from each other, that one meant that we were going to talk later in my dorm and I just nodded before I started eating. Too bad I didn't notice the attention of a certain redhead, because of my silent conversation with the girl.

 In the months that followed, because Harry's name came out in the Goblet of Fire and the first task was around, the atmosphere became extremely tense within the school and the animosity with the ball cooled. People commented on all sorts of nonsense and I did what I could when something like that happened in my presence, because it bothered me a lot. The whole school was against Harry, basically and I had made it clear that it was ridiculous, even though I didn't know the boy well. 

Because of that, I ended up getting away from some friends who disagreed with me and thought that Potter wanted to get attention again, but the good part is that I ended up spending a lot more time with Angelina in the Gryffindor Common Room, she always told me the password although the Fat Woman didn't like it that much. 

Today is Saturday and one of those days, I left my dormitory early because I had nothing to study and walked unhurriedly through the almost empty corridors. It seems like a rule, teenagers don't leave bed before 9 am. I saw the girl alone in the middle of the Gryffindor table so I walked right over there, sitting next to her. 

- Good morning Angie - I greeted with an excited smile while taking a look at the already full of food table  

- You dreamed of the 10 N.O.M.S. today, didn’t you? - she smiled at me before completing - or was it with a certain someone? 

I felt my face heat up as she laughed at me, the mornings when we are in a good mood usually start with these morning teasing and then we move on to the same topic…

- When are you going to invite Fred to the Ball? You know that when it comes to perceiving feelings, he is slow - she insisted just like every day that I should do something.

- He must have been invited already, It’s almost a month away- I gave her my most common answer, there are some days that I say I would invite him, but that never happened. 

- He is still available but at some point he will be not! Do you really want to see him dancing with another girl? - She looked at me defiantly even knowing the answer.

- If I promise that this time I will ask him to come with me, will you let me eat in peace ?? - I asked, holding her gaze and received a satisfied smile in return. 

 Sometimes I didn't even understand the reason for all this nonsense, at times I just wanted to be able to confess my feelings and if I was rejected, I would just move on. But then I got close to him and couldn't, at least that way I had hope. The gryffindor in me will have the courage today, thanks to Angelina and my stupid promise. 

Gradually the students arrived and among them were our friends. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olivio Wood and Lino Jordan. Soon the trio, Harry, Hermione and Ron came down and then Fred and Jorge with the usual good humor. 

- Good morning girls - they both winked at us at the same time with a smile from someone who’s up to no good.

- Good morning - we answered together but with different reactions, Alícia simply ignored it, I controlled myself not to blush and Angelina just smiled more.

 Fred sat two chairs to the left in front of me and Jorge beside him, there was no way I could talk to him during breakfast and I thanked him for it, but I regretted it soon after.  

- And haven't you became a man yet to ask someone to the Ball, Ron ?? - I heard Fred's super discreet voice, interrupting my conversation with Lino.

 Obviously everyone there turned to pay attention, the teasing between them was always fun, especially in the morning. 

- You didn’t ask anyone too, where's YOUR courage Fred? What are you afraid of ?? - I never had seen Ronald Weasley with such a satisfied smile on his face or an expression so outraged on the elder. 

- I'll show you the courage, look and learn Ronald - he had made a point of getting up and I held my breath when I saw him looking in my direction, it couldn't be ...

- Hey Johnson, do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me? - He asked without realizing my expectations and a piece of my heart breaking after that. 

 She replied an yes after looking at me quickly, I didn't mind her accepting it. They are friends and I already knew that she wanted to go with Jorge, the reason why she had not accepted any invitation until now. I had already thought about what it would be like if this situation happened, in my head it was much worse. 

The next few days followed with little change about Fred, at all times if I could avoid him, I would. Not out of anger or anything, I wanted to take my focus off him. I had declined 2 invitations because I hadn't imagined myself with another guy, and that was going to end. 

Alicia and I had just returned from London, we went to look at some new dress options, as many girls would go to the witch shops nearby. We barely stepped into the Great Hall when Hermione walked out furious and a little upset, she didn't even greet us as she always did.

- What did you do to make her so upset ?? - I asked facing Harry and then Ron, before sitting down next to Harry.

- I just said that she could come with one of us to the Ball - explained the redhead while devouring the food on his plate.

- Now? It’s a month away, I would have been angry too - they both looked at me without understanding and I had to take a deep breath - you don't understand anything about girls, do you?

- She felt like the last option, nobody would like to feel that way, obviously, you should have invited her long before - Ali replied without patience, while the realization seemed to hit their faces. 

 Ron seemed to reflect for 3 seconds before eating again as if nothing had happened, so there were only the three of us left to talk.  

- And your partner Harry? Mcgonagall is going to freak out if you have to open the Ball alone - I commented while getting me some soup. 

- I haven't found the right girl yet ... - he replied a little uncomfortable and looked to the side as if he had remembered something. 

- Not wanting to intrude, but already intruding, you two could go together. Just as friends - she completed as soon as she saw the boy look at us petrified but relaxed shortly thereafter.

- No problem for me, I was thinking about not going, but at least it could be fun - I spoke with a small smile and he nodded. 

 For the rest of the month, I ended up getting closer to him and consequently to the most unbearable couple that ever existed. I love Hermione and Ron, but how can two people be so stubborn? I don't know, it's a mystery but at the same time, it was good entertainment and I managed to disconnect from my feelings for Fred. 

It was getting close to the time to start the Ball and I had barely stopped to think that I would be forced to deal with Angelina and Fred dancing together, even though I had never been jealous of the two before, the scene didn't seem pleasant. 

I took one last look in the mirror analysing my dress, a long red velvet dress with sleeves and a slit up to my thigh that defined my body in the right measure. I was feeling incredibly beautiful the way I was and nothing could ruin my good mood, not even my unrequited crush. 

I agreed to meet my friends near the stairs and there they were, Hermione in a pink pretty dress talking to Vítor Krum further away, Ron was about to explode at any moment and Harry, as usual, seemed to be trying to find an excuse to get out of there and I preferred to help with that. . 

- Hi boys - I said quietly standing on the first step of the stairs and as they had their backs to me, they jumped and I couldn't help laughing.

- You can't come like this and scare others, I almost had a fit… - the redhead put his hand on his heart dramatically, it seems that the hatred has vanished too.

- Everyone will go down the stairs, you should be gossiping in a more discreet place. It's about Hermione again, right? - I asked shamelessly without caring about the complaints about my comment. 

- And why would I waste my time talking about a traitor? - his face went from white to red in a few seconds, it seems that the anger had returned.

- I only know one thing, we can't be late, right Harry ?? In fact, I need to talk to you quickly - I didn't even let him agree and I pulled his arm and walked to a spot nearby without anyone

- Did something happen? - he said while adjusting his glasses and I just denied it with a smile, making him even more confused. 

- I just wanted to give you a break from Hurricane Ronald Weasley but if you want to go back there, I don't mind - I said looking behind his shoulder and there it was, a clear image of the redhead fighting with an innocent student.

- In fact, a few minutes without having to listen to his rudeness is great, not that he's a bad friend, but sometimes it's a little ... too much - he replied with a small smile of thanks.  

 We talked for a few more minutes before Mcgonagall officially announced the start of the party, where we would have to dance first. We had rehearsed a few times, so we weren't ashamed, although I wanted to laugh at the memories that came to mind and I could see the same in Harry's eyes. 

After that moment, the other champions also danced with their partners and then the party really started. I preferred to avoid dancing more than necessary, because that would be shameful but it doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. 

I was sitting at a table with Harry and Ron because apparently his partner was not very happy, but I decided not to go into that. Until I see Angie approach and place her hand on my bare shoulder.

- Can we talk for a moment?? - She said and by her expression, it seemed to be important. 

 I nodded and as the two continued talking to each other, I preferred not to interrupt and just went with the older girl to a corner with fewer people. 

- Did something happen? - I asked calmly and noticed that she looked towards the direction where Fred and Jorge were with another girl.

- Yes, I already knew it would be a complete mess, since you wanted to come with one person and I with another, but I think you can fix it in time - she said looking back at me.

- I don't know Angie, just with a Time-Turner and a little bit of luck, then I would be able to ask him to come with me. 

- It was wrong but I just overheard him saying something to Jorge, he said he wanted to invite you. I was noticing for a while, I was pretty sure he liked you and I just had the proof - she said with a small smile and then immediately took my hand and continued - I don't want to see you two suffering.

 I barely knew what to say so I preferred to demonstrate it in the best way I could, that is, with a hug even though it wasn't much of a hug most of the time. 

- Thank you for telling me but I think I'll be forced to steal your date now - I replied with a small smile and stepped back from her. 

- Someday I'll forgive you for that, but this conversation is for later - she winked at me and walked away to the other side of the party. 

 I took a deep breath and as soon as I looked back in the direction where the twins were talking, I realized that there was no one there anymore and I couldn't help being disappointed. 

- Looking for me, love?? - a voice well known to me spoke at a minimum distance from my back and I immediately turned around.

- Actually, yes, but you came here, so it must be important - I replied with a smile without being affected by his proximity, since it was not uncommon for him to try to frustrate me with this type of provocation.

- Since when is something I have to say unimportant ?? - he spoke in an indignant voice but his smile denounced him - let's go for a walk, what do you think? It’s too full here - he said and then held my hand, how could I refuse such a request? 

 I just nodded and then we left the Hall, walked, still holding hands, to the garden. I am sure that did not fail to pass through the attentive eyes of my friends, but it was not the time to think about that. 

- I know we've only really known each other this year - he started talking and then stopped walking - but I really started to like you a lot - his voice were softer and even a little uncertain. 

- Of course, we all became fast friends - I replied with a satisfied smile, maybe it was mean but I was loving this moment and I didn't want it to end so quickly.

 He looked away and took a deep breath before looking back into my eyes with a lighter expression.

- You're having fun, aren't you? It's pretty funny, isn't it? - He asked and I could see his eyes shine, the kind of glow that appears when he has just made a prank. 

- Yes I am. How could I not be when I left Fred Flirt Weasley frustrated? - I replied holding the desire to laugh, for the situation and the new nickname I invented. 

- I had a much more fun idea, love, you'll like it - he said confidently.

 Before I could ask what it was, one of his hands found my face and the other on my waist, pulling me closer. A second later we were giving our first kiss, the first of many to come.

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All Too Well||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader/Sirius' Daughter

Summary: The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago and everybody had scars that might never be fully healed. This is not a new concept for you, you lost everything you once had.

Warnings: The whole thing is really angst

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: I absolutely loved to write this fic, it is my first request so I'm a bit nervous haha. I hope you all enjoy!

I was used to the pain, both physical and emotional. After a week of Tonks and Lupin's funeral, everything was empty and the pain was numb, I had no hope that this would end anytime soon.

Largo Grimmauld's house had stayed for me, but after everything that happened, I couldn't even think of putting my feet there. To be fair, anywhere I could possibly go would have memories that are too painful to bear, so I rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I had an idea of ​​what to do with my life. I just didn't imagine it would take so long for that to happen.

Almost a month after the War was over, I had the willpower to go to the bank, as I was the last Black alive, everything that was in the coffers of those horrible people was now mine and they needed my consent to make the transfer.

To be honest I wish I had set fire to everything but unfortunately I needed money, my savings were almost over but I swore, even as a new millionaire, that I would not use anything more than necessary and that as soon as I had a job, I would return every penny, the minimum to make my father proud.

The next step took a few more days, visiting the abandoned house at Largo Grimmauld. For a few seconds I waited to see Kreacher there, which is really ironic, his bad mood would be the most comforting thing for me at the moment.

The pictures continued to scream, the mess was still in place, nothing new. There was no way I could live there at all, the few months I spent there were only possible because my father was there, Harry was there and obviously Mrs. Weasley's food helped a lot.

I haven't seen her since the Battle of Hogwarts, I knew that no Weasley would be against my visit, after all we were allies and even friends but I couldn't make it. They are dealing with their own losses and I know that He is there too.

He, it’s been a long time since I didn’t think about him or at least I wanted to fool myself thinking so. In the past year nothing has been able to take the eminent worry out of my heart, not for me but for him.

As I looked around the dusty room, I realized the stupid idea I had, here was the climax of my relationship with Harry.

- They would be very proud, you know - I said quietly looking at the brunette in the corner of my eye, he was looking at that picture again - not only because you are fighting as you can but because you are still you, you are still Harry, only Harry.

We were silent for a few seconds until I could see his green eyes staring at me in the pitch of the cold night, with only one lamp on and then he smiled, for how long I didn’t see his eyes shine so brightly?

- I guess only you think so but that's okay, I like just being Harry with you - he took one of my hands and we stayed like that, in silence, a moment of peace and quiet.

I felt an overwhelming urge to cry but I didn't allow myself to. Not after all this time that I was fixing the broken pieces of me. I took a deep breath and looked around, even though I knew there would be no one there, I went upstairs to my room.

Big mistake again, I already knew what would be waiting for me up there.

- Harry, what are you doing here ?? My dad will kill you if he finds out you are in my room! - I was in shock with the little love he had for his own life, since Sirius' room was right next to mine.

- And who said he needs to find out? In fact, we are not doing anything inappropriate, I just… - he didn't want to admit it, but it was always obvious, the dark circles under his eyes gave away his sleepless nights.

The only thing I did was make room on the bed, which was enough to make him smile and lie down with me. We didn't sleep, we just kept talking until the tiredness won us over but even without sleep, I felt that I was helping in some way.

I walked calmly through the room, it was the same way I had left it, the bed untied and the light blue paint already peeling, I opened the closet and started to take some clothes off the hangers.

I was sure that I would return there, that everything would work out, that I could somehow form a home at some point and how wrong I was...

The third step towards my full recovery was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. Admitting that there was no more space for me in London, that I was alone and I could do nothing about it, that I needed to leave everything behind and start over once and for all.

In the meantime, I often visited that house. I was not ready to let go, even the things I hated the most there, which is basically everything.

The last step was to say goodbye, so I visited Tonks and Lupin’s grave, I also visited Andromeda for the first time and finally met Teddy Lupin. He was adorable as I had imagined, with his mother's colored hair.

I said that I needed to be away for a while and she replied the only thing I didn't expect to hear.

- I understand dear, but know that you can always have a home here with us - her voice gave me a comfort that I didn't know I needed until then.

- I will remember it fondly and I will really come back, I want to be in the life of this little one here, if you let me - and then, her response came with a motherly hug, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I couldn't take the weight of the pain alone and she didn't say one word until I calmed down. If I wasn’t as broken as I knew I was, I wouldn't have left her house anytime soon.

Apparating in front of the Burrow wasn't the most difficult part, even though I didn't completely master the apparition. I changed my mind at least 10 times before I reached the door and another 5 times before I knocked.

The sky was completely black, but the storm clouds covered the view of the moon and stars, no sound from inside the house was made and so I tried again and waited patiently.

- Y/N… my dear, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in, you must be cold - the red-haired woman was wearing a purple robe and the only change I noticed was her tired eyes and lacking the natural glow inside them.

- I'm sorry for suddenly appearing here Molly, I wanted to say goodbye - I spoke as soon as I entered the room, almost as cold as outside.

- Are you moving dear? You should have warned me before, I could have made you a farewell party - she guided me to the kitchen and I was sure I wouldn't leave without a cup of tea.

I tried to stay as calm as possible, but I couldn't convince my heart to do the same. The sofa, the dining table and even the stairs...

- RONALD WEASLEY COME HERE NOW - the irritated voice of the matriarch echoed across the walls of the house, giving goosebumps to those who were unused, that is, Harry and me.

- It's always like that? - I asked slightly intimidated to the boy with glasses next to me.

- You haven't seen anything yet - said Ron as he passed us on the stairs and went down to face his mother's anger over some mess he had made.

We were 12 years old and I couldn't say that we were close friends, who would be friends with the daughter of a murderous traitor? Why did they invite me? I didn't even remember.

- And where do you want to go? I've heard of several good places to live in the countryside - the smell of tea brought me to reality and then I noticed his gaze under me.

- Well, I'm going to spend some time in the United States - I replied with the confidence that still remained in my body, if it had been in another situation I would have found the expression of surprise on her face really amusing.

We stayed for a few seconds in silence drinking tea until she answered me a little more calmly.

- If you're sure, I can only tell you to take care and keep in touch. I understand that this adaptation period has not been easy for any of us. If that's what you need to heal yourself ... - her face fell a bit and I noticed right away.

- Do you want to hear about the place where I'm staying? - I asked with a small smile and little by little she got excited again.

As I did not want to bother her beyond the point I already was, after the tea we said goodbye with a hug still in the kitchen, when we arrived in the living room we hugged again and I had the same feeling as when I hugged Andromeda earlier. I never had a mother and after so long, it seems that I got two maternal figures who really cared about me.

- Don't forget to send me a lot of pictures, okay? - before I could answer, we both turned around as soon as we heard a noise on the stairs.

There was no one there and even if there was, it would be difficult to distinguish a silhouette in the middle of the darkness formed in that area, but for a few seconds I managed to see an unowned foot before it disappeared.

- I really need to go Molly, can you tell the others that I'll be in touch soon, please? - she confirmed with a smile and I left without giving a second look at that staircase.

Why was he spying and listening to the conversation? My life has been around the actions of Harry Potter for a long time, but it has been years since the direct contact was over, until now. Why now? Why do I have to remember him again? Why do I have to walk around being a shadow of what I once was?

- Can you sit down and talk to me? - His voice sounded irritated for no plausible reason.

- Oh sure, do you want me to sit and listen to all the reasons why you don’t love me anymore? Do you want to put more salt on the wound or what? - my usual sarcasm was multiplied by 1000, even though I knew that Harry hated that.

I didn't wait for an answer and immediately left his empty dormitory towards the Gryffindor common room, which by luck or a lot of planning on his part, was also empty.

- You know that I have strong feelings for you, but not as befor- can you grow a little at least once? - his steps came behind me and I felt his gaze piercing my back, until I couldn't take it anymore and I turned to look at him.

- You already made your point clear yesterday Harry, if you want to break up alright, but I will not be silent hearing about how you fell in love with another girl- and for the first time he did not answer me back - Yeah, do you really think that I wouldn't notice? I was the first to see it, believe it or not. My mistake was to close my eyes and pretend that everything was fine between us.

He found no words to answer me and I was too tired to hear anything else.

- I will return your things and you can feel free to do whatever you want to, our conversation is over.

Some women passed behind me in the bathroom, I knew what was going on in their heads, "what's wrong with her?" or "why is she crying?" but I didn't mind and kept looking straight into that foggy airport mirror.

As soon as the door slammed and I knew I was alone for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and then made a promise to myself.

- I'll be back and I won't even remember why I had to forget you in the first place.

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Blurbs

More Than Friends (F)

Fred Weasley had been your best friend for 5 years now, little did you know that your feelings for him are reciprocated and destiny will make sure that you'll discover that.

One Shots

Yule Ball (F)

It's been a year since you had a huge crush on Fred Weasley, but you never had the courage to confess it to the redhead. What will change when the Winter Ball takes place at Hogwarts?

The bet (F)

You had a normal life at Hogwarts, until the Weasley twins decided they weren't going to leave you alone anymore, and what was the reason? You would give five galleons to anyone who knew the answer. 

More Than Friends || Harry Potter

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred Weasley had been your best friend for 5 years now, little did you know that your feelings for him are reciprocated and destiny will make sure that you'll discover that. 

Word Count: 1.0k

 I entered the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and it was possible to hear the music from the hall, we had sure there would be a party after the last Quidditch victory, but even so it seems that she wanted some peace and quiet today. 

"I'm going to leave my things here and go to the library, will you stay??", she had to speak louder than usual so that I could understand, even when she was by my side. 

 My gaze wandered the room looking for something that would make me stay and I didn't take long to find it. Fred Weasley with a bottle of butterbeer in his hand while talking animatedly with some friends. None of them noticed that I was staring, not even I realized it until I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

“I get it, you don't have to answer me anymore”, she giggled and left, making her way towards the stairs that lead to the bedrooms, while I pretended nothing much had happened. 

 When I looked in their direction again, everyone was still there except Fred, I tried to hide the small disappointment inside me and went to the drinks table, which was supposed to be a study table, but quills and parchments are the last thing to be found there. 

"Ahhhhhhh, Fred!", I screamed as soon as I felt a weight on my back and a head on my shoulder, I immediately noticed the red hair and it made my heart beat faster instead of calming me down. "What the hell are you doing?", I tried to get off him, but it was harder than I thought. 

"I didn't think it was going to be that easy", he said laughing at me and finally his hands came out of me, supporting them on the table beside me. "Don't look at me like that, it's completely their fault that they challenged me", he made the best innocent expression possible while pointing to the small audience watching us, George was rolling around laughing on the couch and the others whispering among themselves. 

"Honestly, I don't understand why I had to choose you as my friends", I said with my glass of butterbeer as soon as I got close enough to them.

"And do you think for a second that you had a choice?", the first one who answered me was Katie, who had rosy cheeks and was much more relaxed than I had seen all week.  

"And besides, you basically stick with us to never let go", George said after composing himself and we all knew it was one of the biggest lies he ever told.

"It wasn't even close to that, I remember very well that-", I was interrupted by the two twins at the same time. "That is not the point now, right?", Fred pushed me lightly for us to sit on the couch.  

"We are here to celebrate our fantastic victory, so it must not have an empty bottle at the end of this night", Lino said and was the first to raise his own glass. "To the best team Hogwarts has ever seen", and oddly enough, he was heard by everyone, as more people repeated the phrase raising their own drinks, just like us. 

 After a few hours, most of them went up to the dormitory or just left, since there were some students from Ravenclaw and HufflePuff present and the minority was carried by the sober friends, me being one of those friends. 

"I can't believe they left us to clean up this mess, honestly ...", I said as soon as I went down the bottom step of the stairs and analyzed the state of the room, plastic cups on the floor, several puddles on the floor, I really wanted to believe it was just the butterbeer. 

"A simple spell can solve this", he said reaching for his own wand with a smug smile on his face, which took too long to appear. 

"I didn't think you'd be sober enough to remember the right words," I replied with a sarcastic smile as I walked over to sit next to him. 

“Never doubt a Weasley, sweetheart. It is one of the biggest mistakes anyone can make”, he said with the greatest confidence that a human being could have. 

 I was waiting to see him fail but when I least expected it, the blue light came out of the wand and a second later the things were working themselves out. "But how..? You didn't say anything, it doesn’t count”, I replied, still not believing in the purest magic that was going on before my eyes. "I really need to learn this silent spell..."

"I told you so, love," he settled himself comfortably on the couch, putting an arm on the couch behind me. "Aren't you tired?", His voice sounded lower than usual. 

"I am surprised that you are not, today must have been an exhausting day", I replied looking at him carefully. 

“Well, what can I say? I have the energy to talk to pretty girls”, he grinned and winked at me, I didn't know how to act after that. 

 These attitudes are common from him but not with me, recently he seems to have started a challenge to make me embarrassed every single day and so far I have not understood why. 

"I didn't know I was on that list, I remember you said that girl friends were considered part of the guys group", his eyes diverted from mine for a few seconds but the smile didn't leave his lips. 

"That was a long time ago, it doesn't count anymore", the calm in his tone was already making me bothered, I wanted to cause him to react, no matter what or how. 

“Oh, really? How beautiful am I then? There are two best in a room, could they kiss?”

“Yes, we will”, I was left with no reaction because of all the answers, I was not expecting this one.

 He chuckled, came closer to me and we kissed? No, not really. He had the nerves to wait a few seconds, just to provoke me.    

I waited for 4 years, my patience had run out long ago, of course I wouldn’t wait any more second and I didn’t. 

This is one of my favourite fics I’ve ever read in this fandom it’s exactly how I imagine all of the characters

The Holiday

Part 1

Fred Weasley x fem! Potter! Reader

[based on this request]

Summary: Fred and y/n are oblivious to each other’s feelings, but will all that change when the Potters and Weasleys decide to go on holiday together?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of eating, sex and food, slow burn, mutual pining, lil sexual tension, friends that are more than a little bit in love with each other

A/n: 6.4k words, Harry Potter x fem! twin! reader and James x daughter! reader moments x no voldy au and everyone lives, I decided to split this up into two parts (maybe three parts) since it was going to be a monster if I didn’t plus as you’ll see I decided to add some art work and got swept up by this idea which is why it’s took so long to come out and I apologise x the next part will hopefully be out soon 💛

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You pursed your lips together, moving them from side to side as you pondered which swimsuit to pack “Both the answers always both” you mumble to yourself knowing that’s exactly what your auntie Marlene would tell you

You stuffed the swimsuits into your case before going over to grab some extra underwear, as you were slipping them into one of the mesh holders your brother sauntered into your room “You seen my blue shirt?” he asks like he doesn’t have a million of them

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Begin Again

Pairing- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary- Based on Begin Again (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift <3

Warnings- Slight angst, kissing, a lot of Fluff and as always my poor english :)

Word count- 1.6k

A/N- Long time no see people. So here I am with a Fred Weasley fic coz I love this dork sm. Also this happens after the war and yes Fred is alive coz he never died (im delusional)

It was Wednesday, probably your least favourite day of the week. You were getting ready for work, deciding to wear heels for today.

“Don’t wear them, they don’t look good on you.” Your ex-boyfriend would have said if he were here. You sighed and looked into the mirror.

“But I look good in them.” You smiled at yourself before leaving. You decided to walk to the ministry for today rather than apparating, stopping by a cafe to grab a quick morning coffee for a head start for the day. Your headphones played a song you loved.

“I don’t get this song.” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve commented if he were here. You shook your head and smiled through the song.

“But I do.”

As you walked towards the cafe, you suddenly bumped into someone who was much taller than you. The things they were carrying dropped on the floor as you quickly bent down to pick them up, removing your headphones from ears to your neck, apologies never stopping to leave from your mouth.

“I’m really sorry for not paying attention, hope I didn’t break anything.” You said, finally looking at the stranger’s face as you gave them the last thing you picked.

It was a man. A really good looking and tall man. He had red hair, which were perfectly messed up, his smile looking genuine as he smiled at you.

“It’s alright.” The handsome stranger said, “I hadn’t been paying attention as well. Reckon its partly my fault too.”

Damn, you could listen to his voice forever if you could. It was as clear as crystal water, as smooth as silk.

If it had been your ex-boyfriend, he would’ve gotten mad. Mad that because of you he dropped his things. He would’ve cursed at you, maybe even yell. You shook your head and quickly came out of your thoughts.

“Guess we’re both sorry then.” You said, trying not get awkward. He chuckled and extended his free hand.

“I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”

-

Three weeks later on a Wednesday, you walked inside the same cafe, half expecting that Fred wouldn’t arrive. But you were immediately proven wrong when you saw him, already standing near a table, waiting for you.

He waved at you when he saw you and gestured for you to sit across from him. You walked towards him, sitting down as he pulled out the chair for you. He didn’t know how nice this gesture was but you did.

You small talked about everything. You attempted to make jokes about things to which he responded with throwing his head back laughing like a little kid. “That was the funniest thing someone has ever said to me.” He said.

You were surprised at his response. “It wasn’t even funny, why do you even try to be funny when you’re not?” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve said if it were him instead of Fred.

As your conversation went on, you thought that maybe not all relationships are the way your previous ones were. Maybe some included this. Happiness. Because today, on Wednesday, in this cafe, you watched your feelings begin again.

-

“I’ve never met someone who has the collection of all the chocolate frog cards.” He had said laughing a little when you showed him your card collection. “Well except my brother Ron of course. This is impressive.”

You had smiled and responded, “thanks. I’ve liked chocolate frogs since I first ate them on my way to Hogwarts, back in first year.”

“I kind of figured, it’s cute if you ask me.” He had smiled, making you blush.

He had been telling you about himself and his family. You had been listening intently and laughing every time he told you about the pranks he had played on other students along with his brother George, back when he was in Hogwarts.

You told him about yourself, getting shy occasionally which he couldn’t comprehend why, but you did. He was the sweetest man you had ever talked to.

He eventually took you to meet his family. You were a nervous wreck, to which he had assured you that there was nothing to worry about and his family especially his mother were going to love you.

And he was right. His mother, Molly Weasley who was also a redhead welcomed you as if you were her own. His father, Arthur Weasley was also genuinely interested in knowing about your work. He had asked you many questions related to your work field, making you smile a little as you didn’t really have anyone who was interested in what you did.

His siblings were all friendly towards you. You had immediately gotten along with George, which made Fred smile to himself. You had even given some advices on how they can improve their shop works. Ron showed you his chocolate frog card collection and told you how he still had some missing. You offered yours to him to which he smiled and agreed happily. Ginny treated you as her sister, very much interested in getting to know you more.

You liked the Weasleys, and the fact they accepted you made both you and Fred happy. He had kissed your forehead once you reached your doorstep, after he had insisted on walking you home. That night neither you nor Fred slept, replaying the moment you spent together.

-

Christmas was around the corner and snow had started to gather everywhere. Everyone you could see were busy shopping for holidays.

You were in a shop, buying gifts for Fred and his family. You smiled when you saw the things that Fred had talked about many times and how much he would love it if got it. You made your way to pay, the cashier surprised to see you buying gifts.

“You’re buying gifts for yourself?” he asked. You and the cashier had been friends for many years as you were a frequent customer in his store.

“No, they’re for my- friend and his family.” you had hesitated because you two hadn’t made anything official. Hell was there anything even to make it official? You thought.

The cashier smiled, “explains why you look better than before since last few weeks. Finally got someone right?”

You smiled and nodded back at him and said, “I’m giving love a chance to begin again.”

-

You and Fred were walking back to your house, hand in hand as he small talked about everything. You hadn’t been paying attention, your mind going back to your ex-boyfriend.

You didn’t remember anytime when you and him were like this, peaceful and most of all- happy.

You decided to tell Fred about him so you said, “I wanted to-”

“I wanted to-” he said at same time as you, making both of you laugh.

“You first.” You said.

“I wanted to tell you that my mother wants me to invite you home for the Christmas dinner.” He said sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know, Fred. Christmas dinner is for families and-”

He interrupted, “But you’re a part of the family now. Please come, Y/N. I’ll feel better if you did. Plus we’ll get a jumper knitted by my mother herself with our initials on it. It's a family tradition for every Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there." You said with a smile. Fred grinned widely and kissed your cheek in excitement making you a flustered mess and you thanked Merlin for the cold.

You forgot all about your ex-boyfriend as Fred went on to tell you stories of pranks he played on Ron with George. You had a small smile on your face as you listened to him, and for the first time you thought 'what happened in the past stays in the past'.

-

It was New Year's Eve and you and Fred were decorating your house for the party later tonight. He watched you as you were focused on shaping the cookie dough to bake. Your tongue was grazing your upper lip, ounces of flour around your forehead.

He blushed and looked away when you caught him staring and resumed his work, smiling to himself.

Night came on and the party was in full swing. Fred and George were entertaining the guests with the products from their joke shop. Ginny and Hermione helped you serve the drinks as Ron and Harry small talked, drinks in their hands.

And the time came for which everyone was waiting. The new year countdown. Everyone gathered around near the clock as it ticked. Suddenly, Fred took you by your hand and led you to the balcony.

People started counting backwards as Fred took your hands in his. He looked nervous and your heart couldn't help but pick up its pace.

"10!"

"Y/N, I've known you for almost an year now and I don't think I can deny it any longer."

"7"

"You have always been so kind to others but never to yourself. So I want to be the one to take care of you. You have showed me many times what I'm worth of. You showed me a new way to view life."

"5!"

"Fred, what are you saying?" You asked, quietly.

"3!

"I'm saying that I love you, Y/N. All of you. And I'll never get tired of admitting it. Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"1!"

You didn't say anything as tears fell down your cheeks. You grabbed him by his collars and attached your lips with his. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer when you heard everyone screaming.

"Happy New Year!"

Fred and you smiled into the kiss as he sealed the promise of never hurting you by deepening the kiss. Surely you have had some bad relationships but it was all worth it if it had brought you to Fred Weasley, the redhead which made your belief in love begin again.

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Ah I loved writing this. Thank you for reading!

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n-requests are always open for you my darlings with all the love i can possibly muster, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- wave crashin sense of loneliness? enemies to lovers, rain confession, gender neutral and sfw

dating this Weasley would be such a rollercoaster with its ups and downs

honestly, would've hated him at first, i loathe the snark

but the thing is, the charismatic personality would just draw you to that magnet of a man

but it was a bit cute (maybe)

“You’re short enough to have to go onto your tippy toes to kiss me.” “I’m short enough to elbow you directly in the gut, with ease.”

picking fights is just his love language before he realizes you feel the same

so much drama before y'all actually got together

i picture it as how you both would have picked a fight which got you very upset since you've finally come in terms with your feelings and he's here trying to hurt them

it would be rainy day and you'd be making your way back from the green house as quickly as possible as he waits a bit further away

You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves rolled.

as you tried to avoid the whole meltdown you realized that his feelings shouldn't be spared and thus starts the argument

from one to another your feelings were in the air, an air full of love and hope

love confessions in the rain>>>

and suddenly how shy you were with a blush plastered on your face wherever he was.

such a shy baby to his thick british accent

i think he's a bit more calmer and steadier than all of you give him credit for

oh but the flirting- give me a break already

he's just the more outgoing and daring type yk

he's the type who would continue to win you over for the rest of your lives after fullingly knowing that he was yours

he'd be so quick w those remarks thats would personally send me of blushing

lets talk about fred's motto: an eye for an eye

it doesn't have to mean anything in a negative sense or even related to you

but if someone was out for you, weasley will be out for them and oh how cruel he could be

he's driven by instict

and if he wants something then he would have it then and there

electric guitar w fred weasley

𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: my favourite redhead, and i love the idea of this and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open love, tiya :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

you're on the bed in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory with fred. you're legs were sagged over fred's shoulders as you admired his pretty hands tuning his guitar. your pretty wannabe punk boy.

you wish he'd tune you like that. his soft hands fiddled with the strings running them up and down. you sat their flustered, how can someone manage to look so good?

he was making you feel electric godamnit.

shirtless with his overgrown hair put back with a hairband you found and his veins clearly shown was the view you had. abs flexing as they roamed the red electric guitar.

you feel a jolt as he pulls you down by your thigh falling not-so-angelically on to his lap as his guitar was now placed to his side.

fuck he looked prettier above me

dancing in the rain with fred weasley

d a n c i n g i n t h e r a i n

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: I havnt gotten as much as fred as i have george, so im delighted with his presence to my inbox. im ngl, this month itself has given me a writter's block, but i'm working on it, hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Fred Weasley has always been known to be the more reckless of the two, the more impulsive one if i might aknowledge. but beng asked to dance in the rain with him? it was probably the most fred weasley thing to ask.

shirt stuck to his body as if his figure had been freshly craved with a chisel, his hair kept back with on of your hairbands and his hands just dangled everywhere he could keep it. It might have been roaring thunder but it seemed just like the two of you behind the quidditch bleachers.

These were the times Fred Weasley just falls in love again, it was how she'd smile so rarley that it made him yearn for each one. He'd do the stupidest to the most devil things to look at her to see,

did a smile take over her face yet? did she see?

she was smiling, and such a lovley one. a one that would want you to stop everything and look, the one you'd take millions of photographs of, a one which he felt his darn heart was blessed with

Hi! I love your writing and I’ve been literally binging through all the fics! I was kinda hoping for a fluff / angsty fred fic 👀

So we all know our beloved Fred dies and I’m kinda wanting to have a fic around that. It starts very warm and calm with possible memories before the war and how happy the two were waiting to get married, start a family etc. maybe a little moment in the morning of their house together waking up and it’s just stolen kisses and happiness 😩

Until the war begins and they both want to fight in it, very bittersweet moment of goodbye between them while Fred tells reader to be safe and how it’ll come back on both of them. During the war we know Fred gets killed and how it could be the reader protects a younger person during the war and that’s how they are killed too. The Weasley family not knowing they were dead until they saw her being placed down on a stretcher beside Fred. It’s just SAD and ya know ANGST. Anyway could be the two of them reuniting in the afterlife Idc!

But if this is too much don’t stress you’re amazing 😩

b i t t e r s w e e t

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- fred weasley

a/n: ahh i'm so happy you've been enjoying my writting, that makes my day. this brought back plenty of unhappy memories of a ten year old reading it for the first time, but what this really remiend's me of this is the line, "it's been a long day my friend, i'll tell you all about it when i see you again". i hope you don't mind as i hav'nt really written a proper fic on this and i'm willing to try again to reach your expectations, i wish this enlightens your day, and makes you smile a little brighter with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

the five times fred weasley was effortlessley in love

sometimes being the funniest person in the room was tiring, but being the most handsome, charming and the funniest was just absolutely exhausting. Fred was the type to always brighten the mood. he was the vibe, but sometimes its difficult to always light the room and be that positive ray of sunshine all the time, for it did take effort but he'd give it his all. But when it came to you? it felt so effortless.

(1) on his knees

Fred Weasley has never gotten on his knees for anyone, he'd never belittle himself to begging and he would certainly never find himself in a position where he would have to bend down. and for a girl? pfft

but he did, oh he did, he did, he did.

he found himself on his knees tying you laces with so much adoration. and a thought went across his mind.

is being this in love even real?

(2) oh for a hello

mind you, you were minding your business and making your way to the next class when the hem of your skirt was pulled, spinning you to the proximity of Fred Weasley's handsome face. you were cornered to a wall with him leaning in as if he owned the world.

"hello"

(3) privellages

Fred was going of about god knows what and he was being quite annoying. he was upset about you doing some reckless things as if he did not partake in any such activities.

"Freddie". that had shut him up so well ah.

"can i call you that?" you pestered on, watching him immitate a fish. he turned himslef around and started smiling in hopes you wouldn't notice how flustered he's gotten. it was astounding how effortlesley happy you would make him and it drove him crazy.

"hmm"

imma marry this girl

(4) that not so little sensation

Weasley had somehow gotten into your dorm, and to be honest you didn't bother to wonder how. Beacause, when he had a will, he'd find a way, and if he could not find a way? he would pave with his own hands.

he springled and peppered your face with kisses and had his arm tightly around you as if you'd disapear if he let go.

what was that sensation he felt everytime he saw her smile and laugh? it was him being effortlesley in love

(5) die for you

it says you see what you have loved the most in your last, and he was happy it was them, cause its always been them. He felt all the stress, the anxiety and the worry leave him, it was just her, and who could be stressed after seeing that face. it was like a sponge absorbing anything and everything that made you worry.

it's been a long day, he'd tell her all about it when he saw her again