Fred weasley imagines

A/N: Thought I would post some Fred Fluff because let’s face it, his just adorable!

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word count approx: 1151 words

Warnings: FLUFF, shouting?

Summary: all you want is for Fred to ask you to the Yule ball but when he doesn’t, things take an interesting turn.

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The Yule ball was only two weeks away and I couldn’t have been more excited. I had everything already planned out, the dress, shoes and Angelina had even promised to fix my hair for me. The only problem however? They boy I really wanted to go with hadn’t asked me yet… Fred Weasley.

We had been seeing each other secretly for about three weeks - I still wasn’t sure why it was secret - and don’t get me wrong it was amazing; I had a crush on Fred for years before hand but we hadn’t quite crossed that line of “officially” dating. There was nothing else I wanted except hearing the word girlfriend out of his perfectly plump lips. Sigh.

Currently we were walking down to breakfast, standing close together but not touching; oh god I just wanted to reach out and grab his hand but of course George was also walking with us. “Fred?” “Hmm?” He answered “Can..can I talk to you for a minute?” I was nervously pulling on the sleeve of my robes. He looked over with a confused expression before nodding his head; leading me away from the hall and into the court yard. “What’s up y/n?” We sat down on the stone benches, my heart thumping widely against my rib cage. “Well…I just want to know where we stand…” “Stand?” He raised his eyebrows, a small smile tugging on his lips. “Yes Fred…do…do you want to be with me?” “Not this again!” He groaned, “why do you have to label it to be happy? Can’t you just appreciate spending time with me?” “No!” I huffed, “there’s no commitment Fred! What’s to stop you waking up one morning and having secret little meetings with someone else? If you want to be with me you have to be all the way in” “Do you honestly think I’m that kind of person y/n?” He hissed, his smile now replaced with an irritated frown. “I don’t know what to think…you seem perfectly content running around behind everyone’s backs and snogging me…but you won’t even call me your girlfriend!” “I don’t need a label to be happy” he stated. I felt slightly deflated after he finished speaking, I couldn’t meet Fred’s eyes but I knew they would be glaring at me venomously, his eyes a darker shade of brown. Without another word he stood up and walked away; I sat on the stone bench alone with a heavy feeling in my chest.

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I hadn’t managed to see Fred all day; he didn’t come down at lunch time and missed the one class we had together. I was getting more and more frustrated as the day went on. Walking into the hall for dinner I noticed once again the absence of both Fred and George; fine if he wanted to ignore me that badly then two could play that game! “Are you alright?” Angelina asked cautiously as I slumped into my seat. “I’m guessing you spoke to Fred?” Angelina was the only person I had told about us, when I was more excited about dating him. She looked at me sadly while rubbing my shoulder blades. “Why won’t he just say it? That’s all I want Ange” “His a boy y/n and probably far to used to that bachelor reputation he had” “Yeah well he can’t have it both ways” I sighed. Before Ange could reply there was a tap on my shoulder; I turned around to see a flushed faced Hufflepuff, his floppy brown hair partially covering his face. I think his name was Josh? “Uh hi” I muttered “Hey y/n just wanted to know if you were going to the ball with anyone?” “No” I huffed dejected, looking back down at my hands “Oh! Well do..you wanna go…with me?” He asked timidly. I looked up at his hopeful expression; blue eyes wide and sparkling. He was cute there was no denying it and if Fred wasn’t going to ask me then there was no point in waiting around for him. “I would love to” I felt Angelina kick me under the table as Josh walked away; looking around I saw Fred standing there, anger clearly written across his features. I gulped. “Y/n…maybe that wasn’t the best decision” Ange whispered, her eyes were just as wide as mine. “Well it’s his problem” I whispered back urgently. Fred clenched his fists by his side, storming towards where I was sitting. He lifted me off the seat with ease, keeping a vice grip on my wrist as he lead us back out of the hall; the whole of Gryffindor table staring at us.

We made it about three corridors away when he finally rounded on me, his face about as red as his hair. “What the bloody hell was that!?” He shouted, I took a step back. “You wouldn’t ask me!” “Well I thought it would have been obvious that we were going together!” “You can’t just assume everything Fred! I wanted you to ask!” “Bloody hell…is this you getting back at me for not committing?” I pursed my lips and looked away, okay maybe that was the exact reason I had said yes. Fred seemed to gage my reaction as a yes; he ran his hands over his face and groaned loudly. “Fine you want commitment? I’ll show you commitment!” He stalked off back towards the great hall, his shoulders tense. Gulping nervously I followed him, not exactly sure what he was about to do but scared none the less.

Thank you so so much for the lovely words cutie! xx I’m so sorry for the wait and I could’ve made this one so much better, I hope it’s not too trashy and you enjoy nevertheless, thank you for reading aaaagh! xx

„Fred, overhere!“ you bellowed – the figure on the little path turned around with raisedarms, whereas you calmly put your hand to your forehead to shield your eyesfrom the bright rays of sunshine. “Blimey, (Y/N), there you are” Fred said,shaking his head as he spoke, and walked toward you - “Could’ve just waited forme somewhere more noticeable… Thought you had ditched me for a moment” The sunlighted up his vibrant, brown eyes in between the trees you, by now, knew sowell due to your reoccurring encounters these past few weeks – it was yourpersonal location for dates; a small forest near the Burrow, surrounded bymeadows and some corn fields. Fred had suggested using it as a meeting spotsince according to him, people barely passed the place. “As if anyone ditchedFred Weasley” you smirked before putting your hands on his chest. “Well, Icertainly know people who’d want you to do that” – “Fred” –It was merely you cupping his face that made him remain silent, and when youput your lips on his, he let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. “Really nice try,(Y/N), you can keep doing that, but it won’t stop me from talking about it” –You gave him a slightly apologetic glimpse because you knew what he wasreferring to; you knew exactly what he wanted to discuss with you today. “Iknow, I know, Fred” – It was the fact that you weren’t able to be together inpublic that bothered him so much, for your families hated each other. Yourparents tended to be quite pretentious over their blood status, their wealthand their reputation in the magical world; they somehow displayed the exactopposite of the Weasleys and their mentality. Of course you were sick of it;Fred and you couldn’t even spend time together in Hogsmeade since people knewyour families hated each other – one chatterbox seeing you two in public wouldmake the disaster complete. Consequently, you had spent these past few weeksmeeting up in quiet places, just to make sure. While Fred insisted on openingup to his parents, you felt doubt whenever he mentioned the issue that chasedyou so very often. He put his arms around your waist and looked at you – “Ijust can’t stay in a box all the time. I really enjoy this place, I really do,but I want to be able to take you home some day” – He now brought his lips toyour neck, pecking it slightly, but you just took his hand and gently pulledhim with you. “Me too, Fred, I understand, but how on earth are we going totell anyone? Even George doesn’t know… And think about my parents! They wouldthrow me out-“ – “Which means that you could live with me-“– “Stop joking, Fred, your mother wouldn’t be too pleased as well! It’s not aseasy, I’m sorry” – You quietly walked side by side for a moment, your fingersstill intertwined. Fred let out a sigh, but you somehow knew that he was up tosomething.

You had last seen Fred two days ago; andyesterday, an owl had delivered a small letter – you had been cautious enoughto open it up in your room, because when you did so, tiny fireworks had evolvedfrom it, making you giggle. “Tomorrow evening, be prepared, bring some clothesand food if you want. Fred” was all it said. You assumed he’d be taking you outsomewhere, perhaps for an evening picnic, so you waited until the next day foranother letter, but when it got darker outside, you felt a bit worried, forthere had been no other sign or whatsoever. You were flicking through a bookyour mom had given you when you suddenly heard something hitting your window –you gasped softly in surprise when the object fell down into your littlegarden. What irritated you was a little glow from down the street; it wasmoving left and right, seemingly pointed right at you, so you scurried to thewindow and opened it. “F-“ you gasped, but you remained silent, fearing thatyour parents would hear you. Fred was standing on the sidewalk, grinningtriumphantly at you, a muggle flashlight in his hands. You stared at him indisbelief; what was he doing? He silently asked you to come down, but you wereso surprised, you just kept looking at him. When he started making fun of you, youabruptly closed the window, grabbed your bag and went down to tell your parentsthat your friend who lived 5 minutes away from you coincidentally decided toinvite you over; and since they seemed to put a lot of trust into you, theyagreed to let you go.

“Are you crazy?” you hissed when youfinally scurried outside toward Fred who, after all, looked rather pleased withhimself. “Couldn’t have just told me about it? What about a meeting place? Andhow on earth did you get here?” – You looked at him angrily although youcouldn’t deny that this surprise was exciting to you in some way. “Muggletransport, (Y/N). Figured it out pretty quickly and dad had one of thoseflashlighties, so I got it. And calm down, I’ve figured everything out. Myparents are out for a class reunion, so I thought I’d show you my home for abit” – he smirked in absolute pride over his plan, whereas you felt verydoubtful. “But Fred, just because they’re out- I mean, how? Are you serious?I’m just not sure-“ – “Like I told you, I’ve figured it out. You don’t have tocome, though, it’s just an offer” – He looked at you with slightly widened eyesnow, whereas you remained silent. “You’re mental, Fred” you said and shook yourhead before grabbing his warm hands.

Fred held your hand tightly when youwalked toward the Burrow in the dark; it was quite a long walk from the nextstation to the house on the countryside, but you were used to it. Unlike Fred,you knew muggle transport quite well, and so you had explained him how trainsworked on your journey. Now, you could feel his excitement in his grip aroundyour hand; when you drew nearer to the doorway, he hurried you slightly beforemaking sure no one was close. He gently pulled you inside – warmth and cozinessgreeted you, and everything looked just like Fred had always described it, butthere wasn’t too much time to linger around. Fred quickly showed you the livingroom and the kitchen before taking you upstairs as quietly as possible; youcould hear voices from the rooms above you; probably, his siblings were here aswell. You swallowed and followed him again until you reached a wooden door witha “F+G” engraved on it – he smirked curtly at you before opening it, and whenafter he had made sure that his brother wasn’t around, he let out a relievedsigh and pulled you with him. Everything was full of boxes, there were posterson the wall and it seemed like he had tried to tidy up a bit. “I love yourroom, Fred” you whispered, drawing nearer to him. “It’s nothing tooextravagant, but it’s a pretty decent room to live in. Make yourselfcomfortable, (Y/N)” – “But Fred, what if George-“ – “Uh, uh, (Y/N), you’re theguest here, don’t worry about that” – You looked at him, uncertain of what youshould do, but then he sighed and walked toward you before putting his handsaround your waist to lift you up. “Come here already” – You chuckled as quietlyas possible and let him carry you to his bed where he gently put you down – a momentlater, he was leaning forward and his lips touched yours gently, and after all,he kissed you over and over again as if he had been waiting all night forintimacy. It all felt so impolite, but you had to admit that you enjoyed it; afterall, you became so absorbed you ignored the footsteps from above. His soft lipsmet yours again and again; how strange it was that you had fallen in love withFred Weasley, but you couldn’t deny it anymore – in this moment, you felt likeyou wouldn’t even have cared if someone had seen you, but when the voices gotcloser, Fred had to part from you, panting slightly. “Fred, I’m sorry to saythis, but I’m not quite sure if you actually figured everything out” – You couldn’t help but smilefor a moment, caressing his cheeks – “I mean, what did you tell them? Don’tthey think it’s strange you’re alone in your room? And what about George?” –“Sh, (Y/N), thought you’d know that I’m good at improvisin’. Don’t worry, Ijust told them I’d do some work for school… they were really surprised, but Iwas all serious and cocky about it, so they buggered off. I will make sureGeorge won’t see you, alright?” – “Workfor school? Nice excuse. Well, if you say so, but still… Thank you for taking mewith you, Fred, really, it’s just a bit sad we have to do it this way” youadded finally. Fred smirked in return – “No need to thank me, young lady, I-“ –“Fred? What’re you doing - open up the door already, yougit” – A damped voice was audible from outside along with the door beingrattled. Fred looked around, visibly annoyed, whereas your face froze and yousuddenly felt really nervous. “Please, brother, I need to finish this today.Kids these days just don’t put any priority into learning something new everyday-“ – “Stop pulling these terrible jokes, Fred, I just want to show Ginny thePuking Pastilles we made, don’t be so prissy about it and let me in to getthem” – Fred rolled his eyes before giving you a quick glimpse. What would hebe doing? “Fred” you whispered, grabbing his wrist, but he remained silent. “Fred,I’m going to push this door open, it’s my room as well, after all, isn’t it? OrI’ll get Bill to cast a nice spell that’ll make the door slam right into yourface if necessary” – You could see George’s feet through the little gap in thedoor; you knew that he would remain resolute. “What do we do?” you whispered,but Fred just told you to sit down while he went to the door, opening it only atiny bit before facing his grouchy twin. “You asked for the Puking Pastilles?”Fred said calmly, handing him a little wooden box with their initials on it. “Whatis the matter with you, Fred? What’re you up to?” – “Could ask you the same.Why’s everyone making a fuss about me wanting to complete some school work?” – “Becauseit’s bloody obvious that you’re not doing this sort of thing, brother!?” – And withthese words, George stormed into the room, looking around. 

How you goof around

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-Requested-

~ can you pls do a Fred imagine and its the yule ball and y/n really likes him but he asks someone else so she just goes with a durmstrang boy but he turns out to be a @$$ and when the night finishes she ends up crying in the hallways and Fred finds her and just loads of fluff pls? ~

•Warning: Mean Durmstrang!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

The announcement about the Yule ball spread quickly throughout the school. Girls all around were very ecstatic, hoping and crossing fingers that a boy from hogwarts might ask them to the magical event but it would be definitely a huge bonus if a boy from Durmstrang asked them. The Yule Ball was being held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The Yule Ball and The Tournament are both a very rare occasion to be held anywhere. On the first day back to Hogwarts or for first year’s their first day, Professor Dumbledore announced that two other magical institutions just like ours will be staying here at Hogwarts with us. These two schools that we will be competing with are called The Durmstrang Institute and The Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. Once the other two schools arrived everyone was in awe by Beauxbatons beauty and grace, and by Durmstrangs hotness… I mean bravery. Okay, no more talking about school rivalries, let’s talk about me. My heart raced like I just ran a mile a minute ago, the news of the Yule Ball brought a smile to my face.

I didn’t think about any other date options I had, only one face popped up in my mind and that’s the person I want to go with. His name is Fred Weasley, my best friend, he’s known for his famous pranks with his twin brother, George. Fred’s a flirt, a good guy, a prankster, and so much more, I never thought I can be attracted to a guy so much. Fred’s been there for me all the time, when I was sad he wouldn’t give up on me until I at least smiled at one of his horrible jokes. When I’m extremely tired and was to lazy to walk upstairs, Fred would walk into the common room and find me sprawled out on the couch asleep, He would pick me up and bring me to his bed and we would just sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Fred is something special to me and I want to go to the ball with him. Then when a few rumors were spread around and found its way to me, I felt as if I were punched in the stomach a million times, brutally. Fred… Fred asked someone else to the ball, he asked Katie Bell. At first I couldn’t believe it but when I entered the Great Hall and saw him smiling to her and them talking a lot, it killed me inside, all those nights of late trips to the kitchens, all those pranks together, all those times we were wrapped in each other’s arms, meant nothing to him.

I ran out of the Great Hall, tears threatening to spill. I sucked in a harsh breath and rubbed my eyes of the few tears that already fell out. “I don’t need him, like he was gonna like me back anyway, I’m such an idiot” I told myself feeling dumb just to think that he would ever like me back the way I liked him. After a few minutes I found myself in front of the library, I always like to go to the library when I need to take my mind off of things. I opened the door quietly, and of course found it empty, everyone was still at Breakfast. Madam Prince greeted me with a warm smile and a wave in which I returned happily, I needed that. I went to my usually spot right in the middle of the library and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs. I opened a book that was left on the table it was titled “Hogwarts: A History” I only read a few pages before a voice caught my attention. “Um… Excuse me” A gently but manly voice said, I looked up and saw a Durmstrang boy standing in front of me. By the look on his face he was nervous, really nervous, he held a red rose in one of his hands. His short black hair and his dark brown eyes gleamed in the sun peering through the window, his face looked chiseled, he was pale, and pretty cute “Um. Hi” I said awkwardly “H-Hi” he stuttered out, I smiled at his flustered estate “Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n)” I said gently holding my hand out. He grabbed it and shook it quickly “M-my names (Y/n)… I-I mean it’s Adam, I’m sorry” he gushed “No, it’s okay” I reassured him.

He smiled at me brightly “Um. Here. I got you this” he said in a normal tone handing me the Rose “Oh, thank you” I said softly taking the flower into my hand. “Actually, I was here to ask you if maybe you would like to - like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” He asked the nervous tone back in his voice. I thought for a second, ‘I wanted Fred to take me. Wait, No! (Y/n) he ditched you for another girl!’ I said angrily in my mind. “I would love to go with you Adam” I smiled, he smiled back before giving me a tight hug and leaving the library. This might even be better than Fred.

~A Few Days Later~

The Yule Ball is tonight! I’ve never felt more excited in my entire life, except for the time when I found out that I’m a witch but still I’m super excited. Adam has been super sweet to me, he always says hi and smiles at me whenever he sees me. I’m currently standing in front of my body mirror, making sure that everything is perfect. My dress barely touches the ground showing a little glimpse of my gold heels, the top of the dress is strapless with a white lace top, the rest of it is just gold silk flowing near my legs. My hair has huge curls in it, the top half being held back by gold flowers, my make up was simple, I put on black eyeliner, mascara, and a nude gloss on my lips. I heard a knock on the door, I quickly ran to the door and swung it open “Oh my god! (Y/n) you look Beautiful!” My friend exclaimed “Thank you! You look amazing as always” I smiled hugging her “stop being a lair! Anyway Adams outside the portrait waiting for you” she laughed pulling back from the hug.

I slowly made my way downstairs, holding my dress up so it doesn’t get dirty. I heard a gasp and looked up to see Fred looking as if he were stunned his mouth open wide. “(Y/n) you - you look amazing” he exclaimed “Oh, thank you Fred, you don’t look to bad yourself” I said calmly stopping at the end of the staircase. He chuckled coming closer to me, his eyes left mines drifting to my nose then my lips then back to my eyes. My eyes widened as I just realized that our lips were merely inches away, I took a step back “well, I must get going. See you later Fred” I said quickly rushing to the portrait. I sighed heavily as I passed the portrait, my heart beating rapidly “Wow” I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Adam standing there a grin on his face “You look gorgeous” he added. “Thank you, you look handsome as well” I smiled, he held his arm out in which I looped with my arm fairly quickly. We set off towards the Great Hall, the faint music becoming louder with each step we take. Once we entered the hall, we were thrown into the huge crowd that was dancing, the music was upbeat just like the people surrounding us.

We danced only two songs before we went to go get a drink, we were a little exhausted due to the dancing and all the warm bodies around us. I sat down in one of the empty chairs looking at the dancing crowd, “Do you want some punch?” Adam asked “Yes please” I said softly looking up at him, he gave me a smirk before leaving towards the punch bowl. It was only a few seconds before he came back with two cups in his hands, he handed me one and I thanked him. After he finished his cup in one gulp, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders tightly. He leaned his face forward and I pulled back abruptly falling out of his grip. He grabbed my wrist and wrenched me forward “What’s your problem?” He said through gritted teeth “let go of me!” I exclaimed his grip hurting me due to his tight clutch which is surely going to leave me a bruise. “No, your mine! I brought you here!” He said angrily. ‘Are you serious?!’ I screamed in my mind, just because he brought me here doesn’t mean I’m his or that he can control me. “I’m not yours! Let go of me!” I said pulling my hand away from him, I jumped out of my seat and ran out of the Great Hall. Once I was out, I knew that I was safe, I knew that he wasn’t chasing me. I sighed deeply before leaning with my back against the wall, I slowly slid to the floor. A sob escaped from my mouth, I placed both hands over my mouth trying to quiet myself. I was wrong. Wrong about everything. I thought this guy was gonna be better for me, I thought he was gonna be as nice as I met him, but no! He’s a mean asshole, who thinks he can control me just because I said yes to his proposal!

I pushed my hands against my mouth even tighter but it still didn’t work. My sobs kept falling out of my mouth, I was having a hard time breathing. I took a shaky breath in and exhaled deeply with a cry. The pain in my wrist still throbbing, I looked at it to see it extremely red as a tomato. I covered my face with both hands, letting tears fall rapidly down my cheeks. “(Y/n)?” I heard a voice ask, I looked up to see Fred crouching down in front of me, I quickly looked away not wanting to look at him at the moment. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked grabbing my chin and gently making me face him “nothing. Don’t you have to be in there? With your partner?” I asked him “Katie and I are better off being friends” he replied “but I’m serious now, what’s wrong?” He added “it’s nothing” I whispered “don’t tell me it’s nothing” he said sternly “Its just some asshole” I said quietly wiping my eyes from the few tears that were left “The guy that you were dancing with?” He asked, I nodded my head slowly rubbing my arms that now have goosebumps due to the cold pavement against my back. “Come on. Let’s go” he said standing up, holding a hand out for me to grab. I took it and stood up “where?” I asked confused “To the dance floor” he smiled his hand softly clutching mines. “Fred, I don’t know how to dance” I whispered, when I was with Adam all I did was sway my hips and move my feet a little and that’s about it. “It’s okay, I don’t know how to dance either” he smirked, I rolled my eyes smiling to myself. We entered the Great Hall and made our way to the dance floor were there was still loads of people. A slow song was playing “May I have this dance?” He asked bowing lowly “why, of course” I said in a royal accent. “Fred! I have no idea what I’m doing! Oh, sorry!” I apologized as I stepped on his foot, but he didn’t seem mad or hurt. He just kept smiling, after a few more steps on Fred’s foot the song ended. I didn’t realize that my head was on his chest with my arms around his neck as his arms were firmly wrapped around my waist. All was fine until I felt a lurch in my stomach due to the sight of an angry Adam walking quickly towards me and Fred.

I pulled back from Fred and was about to say lets go but I was too late. “What do you think your doing with my girl?” Adam said angrily, Adam and Fred were basically the same height so they were both face to face. “Adam. Leave us alone” I said my voice barely above a whisper “you be quiet!” He said madly “Hey! Don’t you talk to her like that!” Fred said his fists clenched tightly, he went in front of me. “I can talk to her like that if I want too! She’s mine! Not yours!” Adam said coldly “She doesn’t want you, so get away from her!” Fred exclaimed, Everyone in the Great Hall were staring now, the music stopped. Adam lost his temper and swung his fist at Fred’s face, which Fred ducked just in time and hit him harshly on the nose. Adam stepped back a few steps holding his nose that was now bleeding, he then ran forward and punched Fred in the stomach so hard he gasped. Fred growled, then tackled Adam punching him a few times before stopping indicating that he knocked out. Madam Pomfrey took Adam to the hospital wing after she was done healing Fred’s bruised hands. Some people left back to the dormitories tired and a lot of people stayed to either dance or drink, me and Fred were one of those people. After an agreement that we both had a rough night, we drank and drank and drank, till there was 3 empty fire-whisky bottles on the table in front of us. We sat wrapped in each other’s arms, then unexpectedly Fred leaned in and kissed me. This was something I never felt before, there were sparks, the way our lips molded together or the way our lips moved against each other was amazing. I pulled back smiling to myself, taking a deep inhale of air. Fred was also wearing a smile, he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap “Your beautiful, you know that?” He whispered “You’re drunk” I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck “Yes, I’m drunk. And your beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful” he whispered in my ear placing a kiss on my forehead then my nose then on my lips ever so softly. “I love you so much” he smiled “I love you way more ginger” I laughed pecking his lips.

Reader is dating Draco Malfoy but he is abusive. Fred and George save the day :).

‘I’m really sick of you doing this!’ Draco yelled. ‘I didn’t do anything! Draco, I swear!’ (Y/N) sobbed. ‘You’re a dirty little liar! I knew I shouldn’t have bothered with you. How many men where you with while you were up there?’ he spat. ‘Draco! I was studying, I told you!’ (Y/N) cried. Draco grabbed her roughly by the arm and pushed her into the wall. He pinned her between his body and the cold stone. He leaned so close there noses were almost touching ‘From now on you study in the hall! I don’t trust you sneaking round that Gryffindor common room’.   ‘Draco, I love you! I would never ….’ (Y/N) shouted, but was cut off by Draco twisting her arm tightly. She sound of students leaving lessons started to fill the corridor. Draco shoved her against the wall, so hard she hit her head on the rock. ‘Don’t mess me about you bitch’ he snarled in her face before letting go and storming away. (Y/N)  quickly wiped the tears off her face and rubbed the back of her head. Crowds of students were now walking by, some looking her up and down as they passed. (Y/N) felt her face burn red. She picked her books up from the floor and hurried back to her common room. She was supposed to have potions class, but she didn’t feel like facing her class mates right now.             

(Y/N) threw herself onto the comfy chair in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. She pulled her knees to her chest and began to cry again. ‘(Y/L/N)!’ a familiar pair of voices came from behind her. She almost fell off the chair she was so surprised, she thought everyone was in classes. Fred and George laughed at her reaction, before they noticed she was crying. ‘What’s up (Y/N)?’ Fred asked. ‘Snape still giving you a hard time?’ George added with a sympathetic smile. ‘No, I …. umm. It’s nothing’ (Y/N) stumbled wiping her face. Georges smile faded ‘Its not that Slytherin boyfriend of yours is it?’ he said with a tone of disgust.  (Y/N) looked at the floor avoiding the twins stares ‘Please just leave it’ she sighed.  Fred and George sat down either side of (Y/N), Fred put his arm around her and pulled her into his chest. She flinched slightly as he squeezed her arm. Fred noticed and let go instantly, (Y/N) hurried to pull the short sleeve of her school shirt over the bruise but wasn’t quick enough. Fred and George saw the large blue mark on the top of her arm. Fred looked winded. He’d never made a secret of how he felt about (Y/N). He hated that she was with Malfoy, but he valued their friendship so he rarely said anything. He knew they’d been arguing lately, but he never thought Draco would hurt her.  ‘Is your head bleeding?’ George asked surprised. Fred’s expression went from concerned to anger ‘What?!’ he gasped, moving (Y/N)’s head so he could see the back of her hair, lightly streaked with a bit of blood from where she hit the wall. (Y/N) let out a soft sob into her hands, she didn’t know what to say. ‘He did this didn’t he?!’ Fred spat. (Y/N) jumped at his outburst.  ‘I’ll fucking kill him! slimy piece of shit!’ Fred growled, jumping up from the seat, balling his fists. ‘Fred, stop it … you’re scaring her’ George shot at his brother. Fred looked down at (Y/N), her eyes streaming with tears. ‘Fred! … it’s not his fault …. he just … he’s having a bad time with his dad … he..’ (Y/N) sobbed. ‘I’m sorry, … but how can you say that?’ Fred tried to soften his expression but he was shaking he was so mad.  ‘Please … I just want to go to bed’ (Y/N) said sadly. Fred pulled her into a hug. He loved her so much. She cried into his chest. ‘Please leave him’ Fred whispered. ‘I … I’m scared too’ she whispered back. They stood for a while, she felt so safe with him. George got up and patted Fred on the back ‘I’ll leave you two’ he smiled weakly. ‘Thanks’ Fred mouthed to his brother.            

Fred was walking through the halls when he relived to see (Y/N) sat on a bench reading. He went and sat down next to her ‘Well … have you done it?’ he smiled. She didn’t look up from her book. ‘(Y/N) I haven’t seen you in days, are you alright?’ Fred pushed but she still wouldn’t look at him. ‘(Y/N)?’Fred said sternly. ‘Fred I can’t talk to you here, please go!’ (Y/N) hissed. Fred was taken back, he glanced around and realised why, Draco was bouncing towards them down the hall. ‘Is this it then?! Is this who you are fucking?!’ Malfoy laughed mockingly. Fred shot up and stood between (Y/N) and Draco. ‘No! Don’t be ridicules Draco, he’s my friend!’ (Y/N) protested. ‘Back off Draco!’ Fred yelled. ‘Oh drop it Weasley! Come on (Y/N), you need better friends than this blood traitor!’ Draco glared at (Y/N). ‘Draco, please stop’ (Y/N) said. ‘What?! Haha! I bet you ARE fucking him! Come on! Now!’ Draco demanded. ‘Don’t speak to her like that!’ Fred shouted squaring himself up to Malfoy.  ‘I’ll speak to my girlfriend how the fuck I like!’ Draco shouted pushing Fred back a bit. Fred’s eyes were ablaze. Students were starting to gather round them seeing what was happening. George appeared from the crowd and grabbed the back of Malfoy’s collar ‘Back off’ George hissed threateningly into his ear.  Draco didn’t break eye contact with Fred. George stood next to his brother and drew his wand. (Y/N) got up ‘Stop all of you!’ she shouted grabbing George’s wrist to stop his raising his wand. Malfoy snapped his wand out ‘Stubify!’ he shot at Fred. He moved quickly but Malfoy grabbed (Y/N) by the arm and tried to pull her away with him. ‘Let go of me!’ (Y/N) yelled, finding a confidence with the twins defending her, she smacked Draco hard across the face. Draco didn’t hesitate and punched her square in the nose, knocking her off her feet. That was it. Fred snapped. He leaped at Draco and tackled him the the ground. He was on top of him, punching him again and again in the face. ‘Stop right now!’ Professor Mcgonagall was pushing her way through the crowd. She quickly assessed the scene. (Y/N) sat on the floor with a bloody nose with George next to her. Fred punching the hell out of Draco, she gathered what happened quite quickly. She grabbed Fred by the collar ‘Mr.Weasley! I said stop!’. Fred got to his feet but couldn’t resist giving Malfoy on last sharp kick in the ribs on the way up. There was a dull crack and Malfoy let out a painful whimper. ‘Fred! To the Headmasters office! Now!’ Mcgonagall practically threw him. Fred couldn’t hide his satisfied smirk as he walked away. ‘George please take Miss (Y/L/N) to the hospital wing, I shall bring Mr.Malfoy.’ Mcgonagall instructed.            

so, I used to love writing these and its been a while. so be kind! Thanks xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Its not the Irish’ Mr.Weasley said sternly.            

They scrambled out of the tent.‘Death Eaters!’George confirmed, before they were caught in a swarm of people fleeing. In the confusion Fred and (Y/N) were separated from the rest of the family. People were screaming and running in all directions. ‘George!?’ Fred shouted desperately looking around for his brother. ‘Ginny!? Harry!?’ (Y/N) yelled. Fred clung tightly to (Y/N)’s wrist, his wand braced in his other hand. ‘Come on! Towards the forest!’ Fred panted pulling her behind him. Fred was much faster than (Y/N), she was struggling to keep up, he was more dragging less leading her. They were deep enough into the forest to be out of sight when Fred stopped. ‘Are you alright?’ He asked concerned, between catching his breath. (Y/N) nodded ‘What about the others!? I didn’t see where they went’ she panicked. ‘They’ll have gone for the port key, we’ll find them’ Fred comforted, though worry was evident in his eyes. He pulled (Y/N) into his chest tightly and stroked her hair. She was shaking, partly from fear and partly from the cold damp air. Screams and shouting could still be hared from the campsite. ‘It’s alright’ he soothed kissing her forehead lightly . Questions swirled in (Y/N)’s mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask any of them. Why were Death Eaters here? Is Voldermort here? Is Harry safe? Ginny, Arthur? Ron and Hermionie? … GEORGE!? what if George is hurt, Fred would never forgive himself.            

There was a crack of a branch snapping and the rustle of feet moving to the left of them. Fred’s eyes widened, he broke from the embrace and stood between (Y/N) and the source of the sound. They both drew there wands. Fred could feel (Y/N)’s shaky breath on the back of his neck. ‘Who’s there?!’ he shouted, his wand outstretched,his other hand protectively shielding his girlfriend. No one answered. There was another rustle from behind them. Fred moved quickly and re-positioned himself, again between (Y/N) and the noise. Another crack. Another rustle. Fred and (Y/N) were now back to back both wands at the ready. The sounds of movement surrounding them. ‘Show yourself!’ Fred demanded. As quick as he had shouted, black wisps flooded at them from all angles, it hit them hard like a strong wind. (Y/N) was flung hard on to the floor and her wand was violently ripped from her hand. Fred managed to stay standing a little longer, throwing spells at the faces barley visible in the black fog, before he too was thrown to the ground. ‘Enough!’ a harsh female voice bellowed. The black fog cleared. Fred looked up in horror to see Bellatrix holding (Y/N) roughly by the hair with a small back knife to her throat with two other masked Death Eaters at her side. Fred’s blood ran cold. (Y/N) struggled against Bellatrix’s grip but she yanked (Y/N)’s hair so hard that she fell the her knees. ‘Let go of her!’ Fred almost pleaded, his heart pounding against his ribs as his scrambled to his feet. ‘Drop the wand!’ Bellatrix commanded. Fred hesitated, wondering if he could hit Bellatrix with out hitting (Y/N). ‘Now!’ Bellatrix screeched digging the knife in so much a line of blood became visible on the blade. (Y/N) let out a soft sob as Fred thew his wand to the ground. ‘She’s only a mudblood Freddie! Don’t look so upset!’ Bellatrix cackled. Fred was shaking with anger ‘What do you want!?’ he spat. ‘We know your blood traitor family is hiding Potter, tell me where he is’ she replied twirling (Y/N)’s hair in her hand. ‘I haven’t seen Harry since school! None of us have!’ Fred lied. ‘I don’t think you understand Freddie … ’ Bellatrix taunted ‘I’m going to kill her while you watch. Then we’re going to find your brother and I’ll kill him, and your Mother, and Father and every last filthy Weasley I can get my hands on until I find Potter! Now where is he?!’ Bellatrix reeled back and smacked (Y/N) so hard across the face it bust her lip. 'Stop!’ yelled Fred. ‘Fred! They’ll kill us both anyway don’t tell her!’ (Y/N) sobbed through bloodied teeth. ‘I didn’t speak to you! Little Bitch! Crucio!’ Bellatrix flicked her wand at (Y/N). Screams filled the air. (Y/N) fell onto her back, her body stiff and contorted. Pain piercing every inch of her skin. ‘NO! STOP!’ Fred yelled, he began to move towards her but the Death Eater to the right moved in and tackled him, pinning Fred to the ground with his arms behind his back. (Y/N) scream was filled with so much pain Fred though his heart might rip in two. ‘Tell us!’ the masked Death Eater commanded, digging his knee hard into Fred’s back. (Y/N) could barley hear what was going on, her body burned like hot knives were going through her. Her teeth gritted so hard she tasted blood. Her bones felt like they were trying to burst through her skin.            

‘Stubify!’ a familiar voice shouted from the trees. Bellatrix was thrown backwards away from (Y/N). Fred took the opitunity, the Death Eater was distracted for a second, enough for him to push Fred self up and tackle the Death Eater. Fred was so angry he didn’t think to reach for his wand. He punched the Death Eater hard in the face, knocking off his mask. Lucious Malfoy grinned at him. Fred punched him again, and again. The crack of his nose breaking was somewhat satisfying. Lucious went limp, unconscious. Fred looked up to see George duelling with Bellatrix and the other Death Eater. He ran to assist his brother. ‘Stubify!’ Fred yelled, getting a good hit on the masked man. He was thrown into the trees out of sight, leaving just Bellatrix and the twins. ‘Septumsempra!’ Bellatrix screeched. Fred moved out of the way of the green flash, but not quick enough. The spell caught his shoulder knocking him over and causing him to drop his wand. He let out a pained cry as blood started to flow from a deep wound on his upper arm. ‘Avada Kadava!’ George yelled. He wanted to kill her. He’d never thought of using the killing curse before, but hurting Fred pushed him too far. Bellatrix dodged the curse but the wicked smile faded from her face. She turned and fled into the woods. George ran to Fred’s side and dropped to his knees. ‘Fred! Fred!’ he panicked. Fred propped himself up on his good arm ‘I’m ok’ he winced. The reality of the situation set and and Fred scrambled to his feet and ran to (Y/N). He grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulder and George’s wrist and apparated.            

The three of them fell in a heap on familiar grass just outside the Burrow. Fred pulled (Y/N) to his chest, she was unconscious. He briefly forgot the pain in his shoulder as he pulled her tight to him ‘We’re safe now’ he half sobbed. ‘George why did you come back?’ Fred turned to his brother. 'I came looking for you, the others took the port key … but I wouldn’t go … not without you’ George’s eyes brimmed with tears. There was a long pause, Fred slowly rocking (Y/N) in his arms. He’d never been so grateful for George, he searched for something to say but nothing was good enough. ‘Oh my lord!’ Molly Weasley came barrelling out of the front door. Arthur, Ron, Ginny, Hermionie and Harry followed. 'In to the house!’ Arthur commanded. George carried (Y/N) to the couch and covered her with a blanket. Arthur helped Fred to the kitchen where Molly tended to his wound. Fred and George recounted the story to the shocked group. ‘I’m so sorry son’ Arthur said grimly when they finished ‘We thought you apparated, I never would have left you’.            

Word Count: 1125

Pairings: ReaderxFred

A/N: Don’t hurt me if I got the whole trick or treating thing wrong! I’ve never gone before aha. I missed writing so much! I’m so glad I’m back and writing. So it’s November and October flew away but whoever said you still can’t post spoopy imagines during November?! Although I’m contemplating putting up the christmas tree. Love you guys so much xxxxx Have a lovely day! -Emma

It had taken four months to finally brew the potion that would turn you and Fred into each other but it was worth it. He although had no idea. You had worked up your plan to surprise him by using the Polyjuice Potion on the both of you, you to turn into Fred and Fred to turn in you.  You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help yourself. Lately Fred and you had been fighting, calling each other nasty names and you wouldn’t let go what he kept saying.

 “Girls lives are easy, all you have to do is prance around, all pretty and acting dumb.” Fred growled before stalking into the Common Rooms. Hermione had overheard this and helped you out by brewing the potion, all you had to do what pluck a piece of Fred’s hair, which wasn’t too hard during makeout sessions.

 Oh he thought you had forgiven him; how wrong he was.

 You poured the green gunk into a tall glass before setting it in front of Fred before setting your own in front of you. Hermione had told you to brace yourself as it made you terribly sick after you drank it. You curled your fingers around your glass as Fred looked up from his box of chocolates (which weren’t really chocolates but one of their sick mind games) and stared at the glass, raising an eyebrow.

 “It’s a muggle thing, apparently you drink it and you feel great for the entire week, some have even sworn to get higher grades.” You carefully placed the word muggle in, knowing Fred would do anything a muggle would do, seeing as his father was so fascinated in them he always told his children to do what they do.

 Fred wrapped his hands around the drink, you both raised it at the same time, chugging gulps of it down. In no time Fred dropped the glass and ran to the bathroom, you doing the same as you swore you heard your stomach gargle.

 After being bent over the toilet but nothing coming out, you breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up before stepping out of the bathroom, realizing you had ran to Ginny’s. As you did Ginny stood across from you.

 “You’re a disgusting creep! This bathroom is to only be used by a girls, get out Fred get out!” Ginny pushed you with every word said.  

 You guessed it worked from her surprise as you turned to the mirror, you almost couldn’t believe it, you had ginger hair, almost to your shoulders maybe while you’re stuck like this you should get a haircut. You had a layer of freckles and a lean toned body, you smirked and clapped your hands together, you walked out of the bathroom and straight into a girl.

 She growled and you had a feeling you already knew who it was. You…or rather Fred. You glanced up to see her haul you up to your feet, or try to. You were now exceptionally tall, a great feeling compared to being a small fragile thing walking around.

 “Polyjuice Potion.” Fred seethed as he let go of your robes.

 “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” you ask Fred, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the common rooms before whipping around to face you.

 “Change us back, we can’t go trick or treating like this together.” Fred insisted.

 “Sorry, can’t be reversed looks like you’re stuck like this, maybe now it’ll teach you that girls just don’t prance around all day long.” You answer before walking towards the dorms, realizing I’m heading to the girls I turn around to the boys and pass a very angry me.

 When the cost is clear you walk back down to the lounge room, book in hand to find Hermione on the couch.

 “Fred says get dressed, you two are still going trick or treating. He says he has a surprise for you.” She answered.

 You groaned but walked all the way back up the stairs, you chose a simple outfit, a wizard, you laughed at your own joke before walking to stand in front of Fred’s room. It didn’t take long before he stepped out, your jaw almost hitting the floor as he, stood there in a very tight and all leather Cat Women costume.

 “Did you forget you were in my body! You can’t walk out in front of your mum dressed like that go change!” you growl, Fred smirked before leaning in and kissing you, it was weird kissing him, all you felt was your own lips. You gasp in surprise as he bites your tongue before grinning and leaning back.

 “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” Fred grinned. “By the way, thanks for the costume idea.”

 You were too stunned to do anything as Fred walked past you and down the stairs, you took this as your chance to zoom past him, before he could reach Mrs. Weasley you grabbed some porridge left over from this morning and wiped it all around your mouth, sticking some straight down your throat in the process.

 “Yum, love leftover food that hasn’t been in the fridge all day.” You told Mrs. Weasley as Fred walked down the stairs.

 Fred pulled you close to him as he pulled you outside and into the car.

“What has gotten into them?” You overheard Mrs. Weasley say as you walked through the door.

As you stepped out of the car on the London Streets a guy whistled at you, or rather Fred in a cat women costume. Fred frowned his eyebrows and growled at him before turning back to you, his face softened before he pulled you along, you went to the first house.

 The more cat whistles Fred got the more worried he seemed to be, finally you two gave up after the eighth house and called it a night.  As you made your way back to the blue car Fred stopped you.

 “I’m sorry.” He whispered, you didn’t look at him as he laced his arms around your waist. “I was wrong, I now know what girls go through, not just the cat calling but also other things like being mistreated for how you dress. I get it.”

 Your heart suddenly sped up to a hundred miles per minute, not really but it did feel like that. You felt as if you were being lifted off the ground and when you got set down you were back to your normal self, and so was Fred. You tried not to laugh as Fred was now dressed in very, very tight leather. He looked down sighed.

The Yule Ball and everything which surrounded it was beginning to grate on you. It seemed that most of the girls were loving the idea, while the boys found it a huge joke. Currently, however, you were somewhere in the middle, not sure if it was going to be a laugh or simply something which was going to be so exciting that you couldn’t keep calm.

Fred and George were still standing by the side of the room once McGonagall had forced you all to practice dancing, and therefore you darted over to them, leaving your partner behind.

‘Look at them,’ said Fred, both he and George were laughing as Dean tripped over something and landed practically on top of Eloise.  

‘Bunch of baboons,’ mumbled George, his attention on Lee who was doing some fancy footwork to a baying group of girls.

‘Aw, are you two jealous?’ you teased, smirking over at the both of them.

‘Oh yeah,’ said George, mocking a seriousness by nodding sombrely. ‘That’s totally it.’

‘I could out dance any of them,’ said Fred simply.

You smirked, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the wall, hearing George roar with laughter.

‘Prove it,’ you whispered, standing on tiptoes to reach Fred’s ear.

He chuckled slightly. ‘As you wish,’ he said, before moving with an oddly practiced ease to the music.

Fred, it turned out, was a natural. Towards the end of the time he spun you around, slowly taking you back into the dancing hold.

‘Well,’ you said, nodding slightly, ‘you certainly have some moves, Weasley.’

He chuckled lightly. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘Hopefully I’ll show you more at the dance?’

You grinned up at him, kissing him lightly on the cheek. ‘I’d love that, Fred.’

Do you think you could possibly do a oneshot where you are Fred’s girlfriend and it’s set in the battle of Hogwarts and there’s the whole sad scene of Fred being dead in the great hall and then you wake up realizing it’s a dream and Fred comforts you.

Warnings: Death

A/N: Characters from the Potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling. Always love the Fred lives fics :)

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Various colored spells flew over your head as your ran through the rubble of what was once Hogwarts. Fred and you decided to split up earlier in the evening believing you were less of a target apart instead of together. You’d occasionally pass each other in the castle as you dueled, but lately you hadn’t seen Fred and you were beginning to worry. You started circling the castle only stopping to block the curses that flew at you. As you rounded the corner you sighed in relief when your eyes landed on Fred, his tonged sticking out as he concentrated on blocking every spell that flew at him. Percy was by his side adding his own spells to Fred’s attacks.

Slowly but surely they were backing their attacker into a corner. You couldn’t wait to congratulate Fred on his victory when he finished.  When Fred’s look of concentration turned into a laugh you felt yourself laughing with him, but your laugh turned into a scream when you saw his body fall to the floor. This couldn’t be happening, not to Fred. You ran toward him, tears streaming down your face as you called his name over and over. His normally warm hands were cold with death and his expression was permanently frozen in a laugh. Even though you could hear the thrumming of life in your ears, you felt yourself growing closer to death with every breath you took. You shouted his name over and over, hoping that he was just asleep and you could shake him awake like you always did, but he didn’t stir. The tears came faster now and your body shook with grief for the loss of your best friend, your boyfriend, and the future that would never come.

“Baby please, please wake up,” a voice called, pulling you from your slumber When your eyes fell on his familiar chocolate orbs you wrapped your arms around him as a fresh set of tears poured out of you onto his shirt. Before he could ask what happened, you explained the dream and how you saw him die in the battle of Hogwarts. Fred whispered comforting words into your ear as you spoke, his hands continuously running through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

“F-fred it was so real,” you sniffled.

“It was only a dream. The battle is won, and I’m safe with you,” Fred answered placing a kiss on your cheek. “No one is going to break us apart Baby I can assure you of that.” The pain of the dream began to fade the longer you stayed in Fred’s arms and soon you felt at peace again. When Fred felt your body relax he set you back on the bed and pulled you close to him.

“You promise you won’t leave me,” you asked again as his arm tightened around you.

As requested by ringorgeous because their heart was broken after the brake up pref. We are sorry. Kinda. This should make up for it.

Harry:

Gryffindor and Slytherin had had a particularly violent game of quidditch that day. You ended up in the hospital wing with a broken and bloodied hand and arm, and bruising all over the left side of your body after a bludger nocked you off your broom and your left side collided with the stands. You couldn’t complain though, it had been really bad weather and both teams were trying desperately to win the game, most of the players had been hurt. Some much worse than you. So there you sat, waiting while Mme Pomfry tended to other students. 

Harry sat across the room from you. He too had fallen off his broom right after he caught the snitch because lightening caught the tail end of his broom and he couldn’t hold on. The two of you sat there staring at each other for a while. You said nothing, just stared. The silence between you two made a single tear streak down you cheek, reminding you how much it hurt, the way it ended, and how stupid it really was. You ignored the tear as Mme Pomfry bustled over to you and then Harry, ending the deafening silence between you. It was determined that you and Harry were both to stay the night in the hospital wing.

That night you woke up to see Harry sitting next to you in a chair by the nightstand. for a moment, neither of you says anything. 

Harry broke the awkwardly surprised silence, “Hey Y/N.”

“Hi.” You muttered. 

“Good game, brutal though.” He replied.

“Yeah.” You looked away from him, not understanding why you were even having this conversation. Harry had broken your heart, and because of something completely stupid no less. You could feel your throat closing because of held back feelings, you still didn’t look at Harry in case you started to cry. 

“Y/N. Listen. I know I was a bloody prat that night. And I don’t deserve to have you listening to me right now, but you need to know, at the very least, that I’m sorry. I am so sorry that I made such a big deal of you being a good friend to him. You weren’t hurting me, and you weren’t cheating on me. I had no right to be mad at you. I’m sorry.”

You had started to cry during his speech but still didn’t look at him. That is until he started to get up. Then you turned to him and grabbed his wrist.

“At the the very least?” You whispered.

“What?”

“You said ‘at the very least’ you wanted to apologize to me. What else would you do?” You asked dropping you grip on his wrist.

“Honestly?” Harry started, “I was hoping you’d forgive me. That was my hope. What I really was hoping for was that you’d forgive me and we could be together again. But … you obviously don’t want that so I am just going to go back to bed.”

“Harry. Wait.” You said and sat up as quickly as you could without hurting yourself, as he started to walk away. He turn around, looking slightly hopeful. 

“I forgive you. I do. But I’m scared you’ll stop trusting me again if we get back together. You knew I would never betray you and yet you still lost it that night.”

“Y/N. I was an idiot that night. I do know I can trust you. If you were to give me another chance, I would prove it to you.” He said, looking sad as he tried and failed to tame his perpetual bed head. 

“Then get over here and lay down with me, Potter. It’s been a long day.” You patted the bed beside you. 

“What?” Harry’s head snapped up, which he immediately regretted as he was still very sore.

You grinned at him. “You heard me.”

That night you and Harry fell asleep, peacefully for the first time in a long time. It would take time to get back to where you had been, but you loved each other and would get there. For now you were just glad to have your idiot who lived back.

Ron:

After Ron broke up with you, you finished your time at Hogwarts quietly. One day Ron asked if you were okay with being friends. You nodded and said you were okay. After you finished and after the war you needed a fresh start. A new chapter away from Ron, away from Hogwarts and the pain that was thrust upon you over the past few years. You were muggle born and as a kid you had always dreamed of leaving London and moving to the Big Apple. You would preform on Broadway. That is what you 8 year old self had decided your life would be. Then you turned 11 and everything changed. You and all of your friends grew up and were thrown into a war. When it was over, you packed your bags and apperated to New York City. 

When you get there you pulled out your cell phone, before you left you and your friends all got one and the muggle borns taught the others how to use them. You called around until you found an agent. Eventually you got a job working on Pippin. Your favorite number was Magic to Do. For a while everything was just how you imagined it. Working hard on the show, it was your entire life, sleep, eat, rehearse, repeat. That was everyday for a few months, you didn’t have time to miss anyone in London, or realize that you were extremely lonely. You realized it on Pippin’s opening night when you knew nobody would be there to see you. Sure a few hundred people would be there watching you, but no one would be there for you. You and the cast had one last dress rehearsal, and then had a few hours before call that night. You walked around the city which had become home. You loved New York, but the more you thought about the fact that everyone you loved would be missing your first broadway show the more upset you got. You just wanted to talk to your wizard friends, have them share in this success.

You called Ron, knowing talking to him would make you feel better. Or at least you thought it would but as soon as he said hello after the fourth ring you started to cry and sat down on the edge of the fountain behind you.

“I lied.” You said.

“Y/N?” Ron sounded worried.

“I’m not okay.” You said. “I miss you. I love preforming but I have no one. And I miss you so much.” 

“Y/N. I- I miss you too. I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently.”

“Me too.” You mumbled through your tears. “I wish you could be here tonight… it’s my first performance.”

“I wish I could too Y/N. I’m sorry but I gotta go. It’ll get better Y/N. I miss you.” Ron said before he hung up. 

After Ron hung up you went to the theater. You got ready and started to warm and prepare for the show with the other actors. You were all very excited for your opening night, which was sold out. All too soon it was time to take the stage and you all got into place. The show went perfectly and you got a standing ovation. You were on your way back to the dressing room when you heard loud chatter from the girls and lots of your own name. 

Kelly Vermona ran up to you, “Y/N! Come quick! You should see the flowers you got!” You were confused but raced to the dressing room right behind your friend. When you got there you ran up to your mirror and saw them. The most beautiful bouquet of (your favorite flowers), it was the largest in the room the note said:

Y/N, 

I should have never let you go. I miss you too. Turn around.

The note wasn’t signed but you knew who it was from. You whipped around and the girls parted ways for a guy with bright ginger hair. Ron. You ran up to him and hugged him. 

“I missed you so much, and I wouldn’t have missed tonight for the world. You were amazing. I love you Y/N.” Ron said spinning you around.

“I love you to Ronald Weasley!” Then you kissed and all of the girls Aw’ed. You had your dreams come true at last. You were on Broadway and Ron was there to share it with you.

Fred:

After the battle of Hogwarts life went back to normal. Well as normal as wizarding life can be. There was something missing in your life, and you knew exactly what it was. Or rather who it was. After you left Fred sitting on a wall with an engagement ring in his pocket, you were left feeling slightly empty. You missed Fred more than anything in the world. You were so in love with him. But when he asked you to leave school with him, to marry him, you weren’t ready. You were scared. And he wouldn’t wait, so obviously you didn’t mean as much to him. That tore you up. 

On Friday afternoons, Fred didn’t work. So every Friday afternoon you went to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and bought a package Fever Fudge. You had helped Fred make them. You didn’t need them, you never even used them. You just wanted to check in on the twins… make sure Fred was okay. 

When you walked in on FridayYou walked up to the trick candy counter, George stood behind the counter. He gave you a smile which you returned. “The usual, Y/N?” 

“Yeah George, thanks.” You said.  George handed you the baggie with the trick candy in it when I heard his voice.

“Y/N?” It was Fred. It was the first time you had heard his voice since the brake up. And you almost started to cry. Instead you tossed the money on the counter and then ran of Fred’s store and raced down to the record store/coffee shop you owned in Diagon Ally. As soon as you got into your store you flipped the sign to closed and told Amy to go home early. She thanked you and left quickly when she saw the tears on your face. You went to the back, with your personal record collection. You flicked your wand and your favorite sad song album came on. Then you sat on the couch in the front of the store and cried. The music was so loud and you were so deep in thought that you didn’t even hear Fred come in.

“Hey, nice store. I didn’t know it was here.” He said.

“Yeah. I’m here.” You stood up and flicked you wand and the music turned itself down. “It’s not impressive like yours, but I don’t have the money to fix it up so…”

“I could give you the money.” Fred offered.

For some reason that bothered you to know end. “I’m not a charity case Fred. Stop pretending to care about me when I know you don’t.” You said and turned away.

“Woah? Wait I don’t care? I don’t care about you? As I recall you are the one who broke it off!” Fred said getting defensive, which only pissed you off further.

“No! I left when you asked me to! You’re the one who gave up on us Fred Weasley!” You raised your voice to compete with him. 

“I gave up on us? How? What? I gave up on us by proposing to you?” 

“No! By not waiting you gave up on us.” You said starting to cry. “I was so in love with you, gods so in love with you. And I said I would say yes one day, but I wasn’t worth the wait was I?”

“If you loved me, you would have come!” He hollered. 

“No! I know what I would have done, and I did it. How do I know? Because I’m still in love with you! I can’t help it. And I hate myself for it! Hate myself because I can’t stop myself from going into your store ever Friday and buying three pieces of trick candy! I don’t need it! I have enough to take down an army! But I do it anyway! Every damn Friday! I go in and I ask George about you. I make sure you are well. Because I love you more than anything and I can’t stop. Because I dream nearly every night that I said yes and that we were together and happy but we’re not and it kills me because I love you!” You yelled through tears. You threw the Fever Fudge you bought that day to the floor, then you sat back down and continued to cry. 

“You do?” All the ager had left Fred’s voice. 

“Yes, of course I do. Of course I’m in love with you still because you hate me after that night.” You started to cry even harder.

“No! No, Y/N I don’t hate you! How could I hate you? Yeah I was hurt. Obviously you were too. Y/N, I -I love you too.” Fred said as he ran over to kneel in front of you. 

“What?” You sniffled wiping away a tear. 

“I love you Y/N.” He took your face in his hands and kissed you with all he had. The both of you poured all of your feelings into that kiss,  all the pain of being apart for so long, all the longing that had been there, all the love both of you could finally let out. After you finally broke apart Fred pulled something out of his pocket, the ring. He grabbed your hand and slid it on your finger.

“You carry that around with you?” You asked smiling at him.

“Everyday, just in case this happened.” Fred smiled back. You pulled him in for another kiss.

“This is me, saying yes.” You said smiling as you pressed your forehead to Fred’s.

“Look at that I  made your dreams come true.” Fred joked and you both laughed. It was as if you were never apart.

George:

Your day could not have gotten worse honestly. First you got passed up for a promotion at work that you deserved and a jerk from the office that was a total kiss ass got it instead. You had misplaced your comfortable shoes so you were in a pair of heals that you hated. You needed a book for work that no one had, and you have been to three stores today alone. You needed a drink. But since you had to meet your parents for dinner tonight, showing up hammered was not a good idea. 

You walked into a tiny coffee shop and ordered the largest cup of their strongest coffee. The cashier girl was really pissing you off because she was getting mouthy and you were already annoyed, so that didn’t help. Your drink to much longer than you would have liked, I mean honestly how long does it take to MAGICALLY brew a cup of coffee, you thought. You grabbed your coffee off the counter and started to make your way to Florish and Blots. But naturally today was not going to let you do that without something happening. As soon as you stepped out of the shop your heel snapped off and you spilled hot coffee all over yourself. 

“Waoh, hey you okay?” A hand was held out to you, but you knew that voice. You knew that hand too. 

“MERLIN! OF COURSE YOU’RE HERE RIGHT NOW!” You were over today. Finished. Stick a fork in you, you were done!

“Y/N?” George’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe it was you. “Are you okay? Here, come here.”George pulled you to your feet and sat you down at a table in front of the shop and took the seat across from you. “What’s going on?”

“Only the second worse day of my life.” You knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as it was out of your mouth but it was already done.

“ Second? Today seems like it’s been pretty bad. What was the worst?” George asked.

You sighed and thought, well no going back now, before answering. “The day you told me I couldn’t come with you.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. You left and I had so many day dreams about how you would reenter my life. And none of them were this.” You said. 

“Really?” A wicked grin spread across his face. “What were they?”

You smiled against your will,it was like it used to be for a moment. George making fun of you but not really meaning it. “Well… they were from 80′s movies mostly. I wanted to be the girl in those 80′s movies. I wanted you to be John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with you playing the part of Patrick Dempsey. I want you to be Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I really wanted you to be Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. So yeah that’s what I was hoping. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life. Instead I got today.”

“Wow…” George said and you blushed. “You thought about me almost as much as I thought about you.”

“What?” You looked up at at George. 

“Y/N, you know I didn’t let you come because I didn’t want you right? I was worried about you and I thought Hogwarts was more safe when Voldemort could have been anywhere. I loved you. I still love you.” George said grabbing you hand. 

“I still love you too.” You said quietly. The smile on George’s face only grew when you said that. Then he leaned in slightly and you met him halfway. You kissed George with all of the emotions you were feeling, mostly love. You felt George move slightly. When you opened your eyes, which you didn’t remember closing, to see he had thrust his fist into the air. You smiled into the kiss. You finally got your movie moment. 

Neville:

After the Battle you bolted to the Great Hall looking for Neville you hadn’t seen him the whole time. You ran down the stairs not caring if they began to move. You needed to know he was alive. Everything you had endured tonight would be worth it as long as Neville was okay. You had lost enough already, if you lost Neville to you… you..

No losing him tonight was not an option. He was safe. He was alive. Maybe injured but alive. He had to be. You continued to run with a slight limp because of the large gash in your right thigh. You hardly noticed the pain as you went though, you were only thinking of the words Neville had said to you before this whole thing started, if he lived the Then we get back together and be there for each other just like always. Okay? I love you.

I love you too Neville Longbottom, you thought. 

You finally reached the Great Hall but before you could even look for Neville you were greeted by the heart wrenching sight off all of your fallen friends. Tonks, Professor Lupin, Collin Creavey, Lavender Brown, and more. It was the most horrid sight to ever grace your eyes. You almost started crying when the thought that Neville might be among them. 

That’s when you saw him, running up to you. You were so over whelmed with emotion that you started to walk out of the Great Hall and away from him, crying tears of utter relief. And gilt as well, you were perfectly fine and so was the love of your life but you had lost so many friends who hadn’t deserved death. 

Neville caught you shoulder and pulled you into a hug. You buried your face in his chest and cried. “THEY DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE! WHY? WHY WOULD ANYONE LET THIS HAPPEN!? I MEAN COLLIN? HE WAS JUST A KID AND LAVENDER HADN’T LIVED EITHER. TONKS AND LUPIN TH-THEY JUST HAD A BABY! WHAT WI-ILL HAPP-PPEN T-TO HI-IM!!!!”

Neville just held you and let you cry. You calmed just enough for him to pull your face up to look at his. “Hey hey hey. I know. I loved them all too.” He said whipping your tears, “But we will get through this together okay? I am here. You’re here. And I am never going to let anything happen to you. And this hurts now I know, but we will heal together. I promise you. I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You whispered.

Neville kept his promise, the wounds never truly healed. But you both came to terms with the losses from that day and you grew together and fixed each others rugged parts. Just like he said you would. 

Cedric:

After your break up with Cedric as well as the post break up blow up you both got your distance. Cedric stopped trying to talk to you, which you didn’t know if that was better or worse. You, never being one to know what to do with you emotions, buried yourself in your school work and the extra work you had taken on in herbology. Your friends worried about you. You just didn’t seem like yourself anymore. You used to be so lively and happy, talkative and goofy. Lately you’ve kept yourself, protective of your heart, you’d become quieter and much more serious. 

You and Cedric both still cared for each other deeply, but neither said so to the other. So you pined in a heartbroken manner for a few months before you spoke to each other. 

You had been walking to the Great Hall on a Saturday morning when you saw Cedric in the courtyards, he looked very upset. And he was all alone. He may have broken your heart and you were exceedingly confused about your feelings, but Cedric was you best friend, he always had been, so you decided to talk to him. You walked slowly up to him over the soft grass.

“Hey.” You sat down next to him, not looking at him, you looked out across the grounds, like he was.

“Y/N. Hi.” He said. 

“You look upset.” You whispered, unsure of yourself. Cedric just hummed in answer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

For the first time since you sat down Cedric turned to look at you, “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Cedric, I am still upset, but you are still my best friend. I just want to help.” You said to him, not sure if you should be offended or not. 

“There’s nothing you could do. I have to figure out what this stupid egg means, and the task is in a week, and I am no closer to figuring it out than I was when I got the thing. And normally I would ask you, but I messed us up but entering. So I couldn’t go to you. And I am surrounded by people all the time but the one person I want to see - the girl that I fell in love with- hates me because I was a bloody prat and broke her heart-”

Cedric was rambling but you stopped listening after what he had called you. You looked at him dumb founded.

“The what?”

He turned to look in your eyes but then got nervous and turned away, so he looked down at a blade of grass in his fingers and whispers, “The girl I fell in love with.”

“You loved me?”

“Love you. I still do. I am so sorry about everything I’ve said. I know I am an idiot. But I still love you, still want, no, need you.”

Your heart swelled and you didn’t know what to say, Cedric continued to look at the grass in his hand, nervous of your reaction. He wouldn’t look at you even when you gasped his name in surprise after his confession. You grabbed his chin and gently pulled his face up to yours, “I still love you too, you bloody idiot.”

A smile blossomed across Ceddie’s face. You kissed him and kissed you back. You both knew everything would be okay, you would get through this thing together. 

“My bloody idiot.” You and Cedric smiled at each other.

Oliver:

You became a writer for the profit and eventually got back to your life after your break up. He had really given you the I can’t take everyone to the top speech. For a long time you missed him, more than anything, you missed him. It consumed your life and made you miserable. Eventually though you decided that was stupid, you were too good to lay there and feel sorry for yourself. So you wrote, it had always been something you were good at.

You got a small job at the Daily Profit. You wrote pieces like how to loose a guy in ten days. You really wanted to write serious pieces though, and one day you got your chance. Ginny was on maternity leave and you were called into you bosses office and she told you you would be covering a quidditch party in downtown wizarding London. 

When you got to the party the last thing you expected was to run it to Oliver Wood. But of course, with your luck, that is the first thing you did. He gave you a small and awkward smile. You returned it with and equally awkward smile of your own. He laughed softly to himself. 

“Hey Y/N. Wanna sit down? I haven’t seen you in a long time.” He said. 

“Yeah, not since you left to play.” You said, you hadn’t said anything about it directly but he knew what that meant, I haven’t seen you since you broke my heart for a bloody sport.

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck as your quill wrote down everything you were thinking. Luckily no one would be able to read your notes but you, new feature on the new quill model. He pulled out a chair for you and you sat down. 

“So… How’s writing for the Profit?” Oliver asked.

“It’s great.”

“Everything you hoped for?”

“Yep.”

Oliver looked around the room, not sure what to say. He looked honestly nervous. “I never heard from you after that night.”

“Oliver,” You sighed. “When you left it was hell. I always had that image in my head of us getting married and our kids being all proud that their dad was a professional quidditch player. And I thought we were on the same page, and then you left, just walked away like it was no big deal-”

“Y/N.” Oliver tried.

“No Ollie- Oliver. Let me finish because I have been needing to get this off my chest. Like I said, you left, like it was the easiest thing in the world. And for a solid year after that I did nothing but miss you. I kept up with your stats for that year and read whenever you were in the tabloids. But it never seemed like you missed me. And I guess because of it, I stopped missing you.”

“Oh Merlin, Y/N. That isn’t what happened. Gods, I missed you so much. There were countless times I almost quit to come find you. Every time you saw me doing something crazy like a new star would, I was just trying to make the hurt go away or trying to get your attention, thinking maybe you would come find me. Whip me back into shape. And when you didn’t, I figured you’d moved on and forgotten all about me. Found someone better, someone who deserves you. That didn’t stop me from wishing that you were in the stands at every game, I imagine having my girl there-”

You cut him off. “I’m not your girl anymore Oliver.”

Oliver sighed, “A guy can dream.”

“What?”

“My dream of playing always had you in it Y/N. I guess what I’m saying is… Will you make that come true? Be my girlfriend again? Be at my games, we can get married like we always dreamed, and you and the kids can come to games and-”

This time you cut him off with a kiss and on Monday morning the Head lines read: The Perfect Match Again, Off the Field.

Draco:

After finding out Draco had cheated on you, you became depressed. You realized it was because Draco was your closest friend and you missed him. As a result you decided to be friends again. Just friends. That was easy as breathing when it was just the two of you, or the two of you with some of your other friends. When he was with Pansy though… things were different. It hurt seeing Draco with her. So you would hang out with Draco and if Pansy came around you would give her a look and then leave. 

At first neither of them noticed and everything was fine. They thought you were just giving them space. Pansy noticed first. She didn’t care that you would leave, in fact she enjoyed that you would leave because she saw you as a threat. What bothered her were the looks you gave her. Like you were gonna kill her. So she talked to Draco. And Draco got upset and set off to find you.

“What the hell Y/N?” Draco asked when he finally found you in your room. 

“Woah, What’s up?” You asked surprised.

“What’s with you? Giving the death stare to my girlfriend? What gave you the right?”Draco said getting pissed off.

“What gave me the righ- ha! You did! When you cheated on me with her!” You said getting pretty mad yourself.

“Merlin!” Draco yelled. “I thought we got over that! We’re supposed to be friends now!”

 “So What?! Do you think it’s easy for me to see you with somebody else?” You yelled back, “Because it’s not! IT’S NOT LIKE I STOPPED LOVING YOU BECAUSE I WAS HURT! GOD I WISH I COULD!”

“What?” Draco’s anger disappeared and suddenly he was talking in a shocked whisper. 

“Yes I said it. I still love you. Are you happy?” You said.

“… Yes.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked, “What?”

“Y/N, I love you too. I realize it more every time I hang out with Pansy. I want her to be you. … SHit I fucked this up so hard.” He started to pace and ran a hand through his hair.

“Break up with her.” You whispered and he stopped pacing and snapped his head to you. 

There Favourite Item Of Clothing On You (Halloween)

Neville

Draco

Harry

Ron

Fred

George

Eyes and Smiles

Y/N - your first name

Y/E/C - your eye color

Y/H/C - your hair color 

Y/N’s POV

You sprinted down the hallway, laughing uncontrollably with your 2 best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Your group turned the corner in the direction of the gryfindoor common room and you all enter in seconds. This was the after math of a prank, running for 10 minutes, and hiding in the common room as a sanctuary for a couple of hours. You sat on the couch in between Fred and George, and you were content, it felt like this is where you belonged. 

You all had been best friends long before first year. Your parents had gone to Hogwarts together and been rather good friends. You spent weeks over summer holiday at the burrow with the twins. You were pretty anti-social, unless you were with the twins. They gave you a vibe that you could do whatever you wanted and they wouldn’t judge. So spending time with them so much turned you into a outgoing prankster. You loved the twins, as brothers, well George was like your brother, but you had a massive crush on Fred. His huge smile made your heart melt, and that look in his eyes paired with the smirk he had when he got an idea for a new prank made your heart skip a beat. He was the one you loved, but you couldn’t tell him that. It would ruin the friendship. Things would get all awkward, and you would lose both your best friends because Fred and George were inseparable.  

Fred’s POV 

After some running we finally arrived back to the sanctuary of the gryfindoor common room. I sat on the couch, followed by my twin, George, and Y/N, the most beautiful girl in the whole school. Whenever she looks at me with those Y/E/C I melt on the inside, and the way the light reflects off of her Y/H/C hair I can feel my heart skip a beat. I think I’m in love, but I can’t tell her, it would make things awkward, and I would lose my best friend. But I may have kinda sorta accidentally told George about my little crush. I’m so screwed.

Y/N’s POV

“You know what, it’s been a long day for me, and I have a transfiguration quiz to study for, I think I’m going to turn in for the night,” George said with a devilish grin sprawled across his cheeks. You were going to protest about how it was only 6:30, but the ginger had already disappeared up the stairs. 

Now it was just you and Fred, the common room was empty except for you two because everyone was still at dinner. You look up at Fred as he opens his mouth to talk at top speed, “Look Y/N I really like you, like the way your eyes sparkle and how your hair glows and I know were like really close friends and I don’t wanna ruin this but I need to ask you, do you wanna go get butterbeer sometime?” his voice got higher and higher pitched as he spoke.