The Ravenclaw Common Room

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the fresh, earthy smell of the grass beneath your feet. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over everything it touched, and the stars sparkled as if they were in on a secret. You had never noticed how beautiful the grounds of Hogwarts were at night, not in this way. But tonight felt different. Tonight, the world seemed to slow down, and every step you took toward the Black Lake felt heavier, more significant.

You had taken your time getting ready, and now, as you walked through the quiet corridors, your heart was racing with every step. The night was supposed to be casual, just two people getting to know each other outside of the chaos of school and the constant buzz of your work in the infirmary. But that didn’t stop your mind from running in circles. What if it wasn’t what you expected? What if George wasn’t as carefree and charming as he seemed?

The thought made you stop for a moment, just outside the castle doors, your hand resting on the cool stone of the frame. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. This wasn’t a medical situation. There were no spells to be cast, no injuries to tend to, no need for your professional distance. Tonight, you weren’t the healer. You were just you…and George was just George.

As you made your way down the path toward the lake, the sound of your shoes crunching on the gravel was the only noise in the otherwise silent night. Your eyes scanned the dark expanse ahead of you, the silhouette of the lake stretching out in the distance. The moonlight reflected off the water, making it shimmer like liquid silver. 

And then, in the distance, you saw him. George.

He stood by the edge of the lake, hands in his pockets, his head tilted up as if taking in the night sky. The moment you spotted him, a wave of warmth flooded through you. He was exactly where he said he would be. And yet, seeing him there, waiting for you, made your stomach flip with a combination of excitement and nerves. 

You hesitated for a moment, standing in the shadows of the trees, watching him. He looked different in the quiet of the night—less of the playful, troublemaking George you were used to, and more... vulnerable, perhaps? Or maybe it was just the setting. The soft glow of the moon illuminated his features, making his usual carefree grin look softer, more genuine. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

He turned, seemingly sensing your presence, and his eyes immediately locked with yours. A slow smile spread across his face, the kind that made your heart race, and he took a few steps toward you. His gaze softened as he watched you walk closer, as if taking in the way the moonlight made your hair glow and how you seemed to stand a little taller with each step.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and welcoming. 

“Hey,” you replied, your voice almost shy in comparison. You didn’t know if it was the setting or just the fact that this felt so much more intimate than you had anticipated, but everything suddenly felt different. 

He chuckled lightly, stepping to the side to reveal the small spot he had prepared by the lake. A blanket was spread out on the grass, and a few candles flickered nearby, casting a soft glow on the ground. The scene was simple, but there was something so charming about it. Something that made your heart flutter again, this time with the unmistakable feeling that this was a moment to be remembered.

“I thought it’d be nice to get away from the crowds,” George said, a small shrug of his shoulders accompanying his words. “Somewhere a bit more… private.”

You smiled, feeling the tension in your body ease slightly as you stepped onto the blanket. “It’s perfect,” you said, sitting down carefully, smoothing the fabric of your dress beneath you.

George followed suit, sitting down beside you, but keeping a little space between you at first, as if still gauging the situation. The silence that followed was comfortable, though, not awkward. There was something natural about it, like the two of you had always belonged here together, under the stars.

“So,” George said, breaking the silence with a playful grin. “How’s life been treating you lately? I know you’ve been working pretty hard.”

You laughed softly, glancing at him. “You could say that again. Between my shift in the infirmary and everything going on with the students, it feels like there’s no end in sight.” You paused for a moment, then added, “But tonight’s different, right? It’s nice to have a little break.”

George nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievousness. “I’m glad you agreed to come out with me. I know this isn’t exactly your typical evening, but I thought it might be nice to just, you know, enjoy some time away from the chaos. Just the two of us.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was refreshing, truly, to be able to sit here and share a moment with him that wasn’t about healing or worrying about the next crisis. You both seemed to exist in this one bubble of time that was just yours. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, George turned his body slightly toward you, his tone shifting slightly more serious. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he began, his voice softer now.

Your heart skipped a beat at the change in his tone. You hadn’t expected that. “What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. “How is it that you’ve always been so composed? You’ve got this confidence, this calmness about you, even in the craziest situations. I don’t think I could ever be like that.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his words. It was rare for George to be this open, and it made your heart soften in response. 

“I suppose I’ve had to be,” you replied thoughtfully, “After a while, you learn to keep it together, even when things get chaotic.”

George’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to understand something deeper. Then, his smile returned, softer and more genuine. “Well, I think it’s pretty amazing.”

You smiled back, warmth spreading through you at his compliment. The stars above, the calm lake, the quiet of the night—it all felt like a perfect moment. 

The evening air had warmed as spring made its presence known, a gentle breeze lifting the scent of blossoms from the trees. You stood, taking a final glance at the Black Lake as the moonlight reflected off the water, before George offered you his arm with a playful grin. 

“Shall we?” he asked, his tone light but carrying a hint of excitement. You took it without hesitation, your fingers lightly brushing against his, sending a tiny spark of electricity through your body.

As you walked side by side, the soft sounds of the night—distant chirps of owls and the rustle of the leaves—filled the air. The path you were following wound gently through the grounds, leading toward Hogsmeade. The closer you got, the more vibrant the village seemed, the warm glow of lanterns flickering from every corner, casting a golden hue on the cobblestone streets. It looked like something straight out of a storybook, with the cozy cottages, quaint little shops, and the occasional owl swooping by, delivering letters.

"Wow, this place looks incredible tonight," you whispered, your eyes sweeping across the picturesque scene. 

George nodded, his smile soft as he glanced over at you. “It’s always a bit magical here, especially when it’s this quiet.” His voice was hushed, like he didn’t want to disturb the serenity of the moment. “I thought you might like it. A little calm after a very hectic few weeks, right?”

You nodded in agreement. There was something so peaceful about Hogsmeade on this warm spring night. The busy crowds had thinned, leaving the streets almost empty except for the occasional couple strolling by. A sense of intimacy hung in the air, the soft murmurs of distant conversations blending with the gentle sounds of the village settling in for the night.

The shops had closed, but the village was far from asleep. The windows of the Three Broomsticks glowed warmly, casting light out into the street, and a faint hum of laughter could be heard from the windows above. As you continued to walk, you noticed the faint scent of butterbeer drifting from the pub, mixing with the floral notes from the gardens of nearby houses.

“It’s really nice out here,” you said, your words almost a sigh as you breathed in the spring air, feeling it fill your lungs and calm the fluttering in your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so at ease. The only sounds you could hear now were the soft crunch of your footsteps on the gravel and George’s occasional, easy chuckle beside you.

“It is,” George agreed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m glad you’re here. Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d agree to come out with me after all that mess at the hospital wing. You know, with the shoulder and everything.”

You smiled, the soft glow from a nearby lantern lighting up your features. “It wasn’t as bad as you make it sound. Besides, I think it worked out in the end.”

George turned fully to face you, a playful glint in his eyes. “You sure? I swear, when I first woke up and saw you standing there, all professional and calm, I thought I’d never recover.” His voice softened slightly, teasing but with an undercurrent of sincerity.

Your heart warmed at the thought. “Well, you certainly made it easy to do my job,” you said with a small laugh, meeting his gaze. The easy banter, the way the air felt comfortable around the two of you—it was different than anything you’d experienced in a long time. You felt your tension slowly slip away, replaced by the warmth of the evening and the quiet connection between you.

As you continued walking toward the village, the lights of Hogsmeade grew brighter, casting a soft golden glow across the street. You passed by a small flower shop, the scent of lavender and roses spilling out into the air. George stopped momentarily to look at a basket of flowers sitting just outside the door. He picked up a single rose, its petals a soft blush pink, and turned to you, holding it out with a sheepish smile.

“For you,” he said, his voice quieter now, the playfulness replaced by something more sincere.

You took the rose from him, the soft petals brushing against your fingers. “George,” you said, your voice tinged with surprise, “this is… sweet. Thank you.”

“I thought it seemed appropriate for a beautiful evening,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air felt heavier, but in the best way. The streetlights cast a soft, romantic glow over the two of you, and the village around you seemed to fade into the background as you stood there, just taking in the moment.

“Well,” George began, his voice low and a little hesitant now, “I’m glad I got to share it with you. After all, it’s not every day I get to walk around with someone as incredible as you.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, a soft smile pulling at your lips. “You’re just saying that,” you teased, though there was no hiding the flutter in your chest.

“I mean it,” he said, his gaze holding yours. He stepped a little closer, closing the distance between you. “You make everything feel... more magical, if that’s even possible.”

The warmth of his words lingered in the air, wrapping around you like the gentle spring breeze. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this way—comfortable, yet excited, calm, yet with a spark of something new. As the two of you stood there, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the glow of the lanterns and the shared quiet moment beneath the stars.

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As the night stretched on, you and George slowly made your way back from Hogsmeade, the warm spring air wrapping around you both like a comforting embrace. The village behind you faded into a soft glow, lanterns flickering in the distance, while the path ahead was lit only by the moon and scattered fireflies drifting lazily through the night. 

You exhaled contentedly, the scent of blooming flowers still lingering from the evening. “You know,” you mused, glancing at George with a teasing glint in your eyes, “that was probably one of the most romantic things I’ve ever experienced.” 

George, who had been walking with his hands shoved into his pockets, shot you a sideways look, his brows raised. “Oh yeah?” he drawled, smirking. 

“Mhm.” You nodded, keeping your tone playful. “A warm evening, candlelit windows, the soft glow of the streetlamps... and then, of course, you giving me a rose under the moonlight.” You let your voice go dreamy, your lashes fluttering dramatically. “It’s like something straight out of a fairytale.” 

George chuckled, but you caught the way his ears tinged pink. “You make it sound like I planned it all that way,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh, of course. You did, didn’t you?” You nudged him lightly with your shoulder. “I mean, you’re George Weasley. A master of mischief, but also, apparently, a master of romance.” 

He snorted, shaking his head. “I dunno if ‘master’ is the right word for it,” he admitted. “But I won’t lie... I did hope you’d think it was nice.” His voice softened at the end, as if he wasn’t sure whether to say it aloud. 

Your heart gave a little flutter at his honesty. You turned your head to look at him properly, taking in the way the moonlight cast soft shadows across his face. “I did,” you said sincerely. “Really, George. It was... unexpected, but in the best way.” 

His smirk returned, a little bolder this time. “Unexpected, huh? What, did you think I was incapable of charm?” 

You hummed in consideration, pretending to give it thought. “I knew you were charming... but I thought it was mostly used for troublemaking.” 

George let out a dramatic gasp. “I’ll have you know, I am full of many surprises.” 

“Oh, I believe that.” Your voice was light, but your fingers—almost unconsciously—brushed against his as you walked side by side. The contact was brief, barely more than a whisper of touch, but it sent a spark up your arm. 

You didn’t move away. Neither did he. 

Instead, your hands continued to graze, the touch lingering longer each time, as if neither of you quite wanted to break the moment. Your skin tingled with the awareness of how close you were, your pinky curling slightly around his for the briefest second before slipping away. 

George inhaled sharply, clearing his throat. “Careful there,” he teased, his voice a little lower now. “Keep that up and I might start thinking you actually like me.” 

You turned your head, a sly smile curving your lips. “Oh? And what if I do?” 

He faltered for just a second—barely noticeable, but you caught it. His usual confidence was there, but beneath it was something quieter, more vulnerable. The playful glint in his eyes didn’t fade, but you could tell he was waiting for your answer. 

You leaned in just slightly, enough for your shoulder to brush against his again. “Would that be so bad?” 

For the first time, George Weasley was speechless. 

His lips parted, but no words came out immediately. You could see his mind working, trying to decide if he should make another joke, play it off, or take the moment for what it was. 

After a second, he exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head. “Not bad at all,” he finally said, voice quiet but sure. “Not bad in the slightest.” 

You smiled, warmth spreading through you. Neither of you said anything more as you continued walking, but your fingers brushed again, and this time, neither of you pulled away.

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The castle loomed ahead, its towering silhouette softened by the golden glow of the torches flickering in the corridors. The warmth of the night still clung to the air, but as you and George stepped through the grand entrance, a quiet stillness settled over you both. The usual bustle of students had faded, leaving only the distant echoes of footsteps and the soft hum of the castle at rest.  

George walked beside you, his hands still stuffed into his pockets, his stride just a touch slower than usual—like he was drawing out every last second of the night. You could feel the shift in the air between you, an unspoken awareness simmering beneath the surface. Every stolen glance, every brush of your hands on the walk back, had built up to this moment, thick with something unspoken.  

When you reached the infirmary doors, you hesitated, turning to face him. The torchlight cast a warm glow on his face, flickering in his eyes as he looked down at you.  

“Well,” you said, your voice softer than you intended, “this is me.”  

George let out a slow exhale, rocking back on his heels. “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes flickering to the closed door behind you before settling back on you. “Guess it is.”  

A pause stretched between you, neither of you moving. The usual easy banter had faded, replaced by something heavier, something you both could feel pressing against your ribs.  

You tilted your head slightly, watching him closely. “You’re being awfully quiet, Weasley.”  

George huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I know,” he admitted, his voice lower now. “Just… trying to figure out if I should say goodnight or do something else incredibly stupid.”  

Your heart stuttered at his words, your fingers twitching at your sides. You swallowed, stepping just the slightest bit closer. “Define ‘incredibly stupid,’” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.  

George’s gaze flickered down to your lips, just for a second, before meeting your eyes again. The heat in his stare sent a shiver down your spine.  

“Well,” he said slowly, his voice husky with something between hesitation and certainty, “I was thinking of kissing you.”  

The words hung between you, heavy and electric. Your breath caught in your throat, your skin buzzing with the weight of the moment.  

You could say something—make a joke, tease him like you had all night—but instead, you simply tilted your chin up, just slightly, your silent answer clear.  

George hesitated for only a second before stepping in, his hand lifting like he might cup your jaw, but at the last second, he seemed to change his mind. Instead, he leaned in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away, to stop this before it happened.  

You didn’t.  

And when his lips finally met yours, it was soft, slow—almost hesitant at first, like he was memorizing the way you felt against him. But as you pressed in, your fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve, the hesitation melted away. His other hand came to rest on your waist, the warmth of his touch grounding you as he pulled you just a little closer.  

The castle was silent around you, the world narrowing down to nothing but the press of his lips and the steady hammering of your heart.  

When you finally pulled back, George let out a breathless chuckle, his forehead still resting lightly against yours. “Bloody hell,” he muttered.  

You smiled, your own breath uneven. “So… stupid or worth it?”  

He grinned, his thumb brushing idly against your hip. “Definitely worth it.”  

You laughed softly, taking a small step back, though his fingers lingered on your waist for just a moment longer before he finally let go.  

“Goodnight, George,” you said, your voice carrying just a hint of amusement.  

He exhaled, shaking his head as he took a step back as well. “Yeah… goodnight.”  

Just like all Slytherins he despised you too just for your house, which you had no control over. You still got caught in his pranks against your house, but none were ever targeted at you until Malfoy's group, since you chose to stay away from those idiots. Slytherin mostly got its bad reputation from people like Malfoy and his parents, but generally most Slytherins weren't like that, most just wanted to learn like all other students. Of course none of the Gryffindors ever saw it like that and chose to frame all Slytherins as evil incarnate. Fortunately Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, while still a bit wary about certain Slytherins, were way more accepting of people. You made friends with lots of Hufflepuffs like Cedric Diggory (before he passed) and were friends with a couple Ravenclaws, such as Luna Lovegood, since you shared in common how people judged you without really knowing you.

You did manage to make two unlikely friendships, which were more like acquaintances, but you still counted them, with two Gryffindors. When you were in your second year you had potions with Gryffindor, a deadly combination. One day a rather disgusting boy, Adrian Pucey, was harassing Alicia Spinnet, making fun of her hair and her look. You didn't discriminate between houses, unlike others, so when Snape wasn't looking you leaned over to Alicia trying to get her attention.

"What?" she spat out, "Do you want to have a go at me too?"

You couldn't blame her for being angry, talking to Pucey did that to anyone, "No, just put this is Pucey's cauldron when he's not looking," you said, sliding her a jar of something.

She picked up the jar examining it, "Why should I trust you?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

"If that's what it's like talking to him for 5 minutes, try dealing with him all day. I hate him even more than you do, and you look like you could use a little bit of revenge," you told her before adding, "You don't have to do it though, just thought you'd like the satisfaction of it."

Alicia seemed to consider it for a moment before deciding what to do, "Fine, but if I get caught I'm blaming you," she declared, opening the jar to take out the unnecessary ingredient.

You shrugged, "Fine by me, but trust me you won't get caught. Make sure to leave the jar on his workstation."

Alicia snuck in the ingredient when Pucey was too busy talking to his friends to notice anything. She made sure to also leave the jar by his cauldron as per your instruction, even though she didn't understand why. It only took a few minutes for the ingredient to take effect, when he started to stir his mixture. Within seconds his potion blew up in his face, mangling it a bit, especially his teeth.

Snape heard and saw the commotion and immediately strutted over to berate the boy, "And what did you add to make such a reaction happen?" he asked in his deliberately slow voice.

"I-I don't know," Adrian Pucey stammered, feeling ungodly fear from the lashing he would get from Snape.

Snape then picked up the jar, examining it just as Alicia did, "It seems you've added gillyweed, an unnecessary ingredient. Next time try to be more competent," he said, before turning away back to his desk.

It was safe to say you had humiliated the jerk and gotten Alicia the revenge she so deserved. You also unknowingly earned a rather weird friendship that day.

"Hey," a voice said next to you as you walked down the halls, "I owe you one after that," Alicia said, a smile on her face.

You shook your head, "Nah, it's all good. Nothing is better than the sweet sight of revenge," you told her, turning down the hallway, "I'll see you around though." From that day forward you waved to her in the hallways and sometimes helped her take revenge on people that bullied her.

The other friendship you made with a Gryffindor was even more unlikely than the first, and even more strange.

Being social wasn't the easiest as a Slytherin since most people feared talking to you. But sometimes things had to be done no matter how outside the box they were. You'd "accidentally" easily dropped a conversation between Malfoy and his friends talking about how they were planning to prank the youngest Weasley. Apparently she'd insulted Draco, and his fragile ego couldn't take it, so he had to get his so-called "justice". Some people would say you didn't have morals like a Slytherin, but your actions begged to differ. You were a girls girl and would never willingly let someone walk into a prank if you could stop it.

So now here you were approaching the youngest Weasley as she parted ways with her friends, "You're Ginny Weasley, right?" you asked, leaning against a wall.

She stopped in front of you, her arms crossed, "What's it to you, Slytherin?"

You were taken aback by her tone, but respected it all the same, "Lots of sarcasm for a first year, especially one I'm trying to help."

"Why would you help me?" she questioned, not used to Slytherins being helpful, or polite, or not trying to curse her.

"Because despite what people say I do believe I'm somewhat of a good person, and I just wanted to warn you."

Her expression changed a bit, the slightest bit of concern showing on her face, "Warn me about what?"

You pushed yourself off the wall before speaking, "Don't walk down the 2nd floor corridor to get to your next class. Take the long way, trust me," you told her, hoping she would put aside house rivalries for one moment.

"Why should I trust you? My brother's say never to trust Slytherins because they're sneaky and no good," she remarked, and you had to give her points for not blindly trusting you.

"Fair point, but I prefer the word cunning. Besides your brothers, are the two tall twins always getting in trouble, right?" you questioned, to which she nodded, "I don't take you as a girl to listen to what men say."

She was quiet, not having a response back, so you continued on, "Look walk down the corridor, don't walk down the corridor, I can't make you do anything. I'd just rather have my conscience clear."

"I thought Slytherins didn't have a conscience," she quipped.

You couldn't help but smirk at her sarcastic comment and fired back, "And I thought at least some Gryffindors weren't stubborn."

Ginny was quiet for a moment before speaking up, "Fine, but if anything happens to me I'm hexing you," she threatened, walking away taking the long way towards her class.

"I'd expect nothing less," you shouted back, walking to your own class.

When you walked into the Great Hall for dinner a person seemed to be walking next to you, but you didn't look to see who it was. After a few seconds of silence the person spoke.

"I didn't get pranked on my way to class," Ginny pointed out, her voice quieter.

"That's because that kid did," I said, pointing at the poor Ravenclaw that took Ginny's place. He was stained green all over from his hair, to his robes, to even his skin.

Ginny cringed at the sight of him, "Yikes, I guess, thanks," she said.

"No problem kid," you uttered, ruffling her hair making her laugh, "Unlike what your brothers may say, I do actually have morals, and a heart," you joked.

"Really?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face, "I thought there was just an empty space there," she remarked, a familiar grin on her face.

You let out a breathy laugh, "You wound me, kid. I'll see you around," you said, walking over to your respective tables.

As Ginny sat down at her table her brother started to question her, "What are you doing talking to a Slytherin? You know they're nasty people," Fred said, a look of disgust on his face.

Ginny just rolled her eyes, "Don't be so closed minded," she snapped back. Fred didn't like her associating with Slytherins as much as the rest of their siblings, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

You and Fred had never truly met until your sixth year at Hogwarts. Of course you knew who each other were with Fred being the biggest prankster and you being a well known Slytherin.

Somehow something in the world seemed to align and in almost all your shared classes, the two of you sat next to each other. Fred had very few classes due to his NEWTS, but the ones he had were all with you. Flitwick made a seating chart due to consequences of last year, making him split Fred and George up, so he sat Fred with someone he believed wouldn't cause trouble. McGonagall thought you'd be a good influence on him so that he could actually do work for once. Mad-Eye had to move Fred because he kept interrupting the lesson, so he put Fred next to the quietest person there, being you. Luckily you didn't sit next to him in History of Magic, but you did sit behind him, which granted you the ability to sleep in class.

Fred was not too happy about this though and spent the evening of his first day back complaining about it, "Now I'm stuck next to some filthy Slytherin all year. Its basically torture at this point. What the bloody hell does McGonagall even mean by 'she'll be a good influence on me' that's a load of rubbish," he complained, throwing himself onto the couch.

George rolled his eyes at his twin, "Stop being so dramatic, it's one year. Besides she's quiet you'll barely notice she's there," he said, not realizing how bad what he said was.

"Aren't you a charmer," Angelina quipped at George's horrible attempt at consoling a very dramatic Fred.

"Who even is she?" Alicia asked, sitting down next to Angelina.

Fred shrugged, "I don't know Y/n L/n or something like that. Why does it even matter all the same?"

Alicia seemed to shoot up at the name, "Y/n really? She's actually one of the few Slytherins I can tolerate to be honest," she confessed. Most of the people in their little group turned to her, surprised she would associate with a Slytherin.

"You're saying you willingly talk to a Slytherin without getting charmed or hexed?" George questioned, not believing her. The twins' distaste for Slytherins had grown worse over the years, only making them more spiteful towards them.

Alicia rolled her eyes at her friend's childish actions, "You know all Slytherins aren't horrible right. At least not her," she tried to reason.

Fred shook his head, "Betrayal, this is betrayal, it's treason of the highest degree," he joked, his loud voice travelling across the common room. He proceeded to fling himself onto the couch, draping himself over Lee, Angelina, and Alicia before they pushed him off. Alicia stood up with Angelina to head back to her dorm.

"Stop being so dramatic," Alicia said, throwing a pillow at him before turning to walk away, "She's a good person and it wouldn't kill you to get to know her."

Fred just scoffed, "I'd rather have boils than talk to a Slytherin," he remarked to himself. He did have to admit though, he never saw you be mean to people, but that didn't mean anything. You still probably ate first years for breakfast like all the other evil Slytherins and got a kick out of literally kicking people. But still somewhere in the back of his mind, something told him he just might be wrong.

Professor Flitwick was having all the sixth year students practice the charm aguamenti, which made water appear. Goblets were placed in front of each student to practice the charm in. So far a few had managed to do it, including you, but Fred seemed to be struggling. Usually he and George were amazing at Charms, but for some reason he just couldn't do this one.

"There's a swish at the end," Fred heard an unfamiliar voice say. He turned to look at you, confused as to why you'd help him.

"I don't need any advice from a nasty Slytherin like you," he said in disgust.

You were taken aback by what he said, but weren't going to take it, "And I don't need attitude from ungrateful Gryffindors. If you don't want to follow my advice then whatever just keep failing," you taunted back at him.

Fred was quiet after that, continuing to fail at completing the spell. He only got more and more frustrated as more people were successful in completing the spell, but he wasn't. On his 27th (yes he had been counting) attempt he finally gave into your advice and did the pattern you told him to do. To his begrudgement it actually worked and he managed to fill the goblet with water.

"I told you," you whispered, your tone playful and meant to tease him.

Fred crossed his arms, not looking at you, "I figured out myself, not because of you," he said through gritted teeth.

"You know you don't have to be so stubborn all the time, Weasley," you remarked, starting to pack up your stuff, "You can just say thank you."

"I don't need help from a Slytherin twat," he insulted, grabbing his bag and leaving the classroom annoyed, when the bell rang. Truthfully you had no malicious intent. You just liked getting to know people, especially someone who you would basically be seeing all day. Luckily for both of you that was your last class of the day and wouldn't have to see each other till tomorrow.

"'There's a swish at the end,'" Fred mocked, retelling the story of what happened in charms to his friends, "She's bloody annoying, can't mind her own business," he complained, acting dramatic for no reason (his friends came to this conclusion, but I as the writer also agree).

For the 30th time in the past two days Alicia rolled her eyes saying, "It sounds like she's just trying to help. Not all Slytherins are from the depths of hell," she defended.

"I dislike Slytherins just as much as you, but I can't even be on your side on this one. She does just seem like she was trying to help," George said, shocked that he would even think of defending a Slytherin.

The table kept on arguing until a small light voice spoke up, "Who are we talking about?" Luna asked, as she had just arrived at the Gryffindor table with Ginny, since she snuck there sometimes during dinner.

"Y/n L/n she's a Slytherin our year that Fred sits next to in like every class," George said, receiving a grumbled, "Unfortunately," from an annoyed Fred.

Luna perked up at the name, excited to add her two cents, "Oh, she's really sweet isn't she," she said, making almost everyone turn to her direction, "Sometimes she brings me back things from Hogsmeade. She's very nice to talk to also."

"You're friends with her?" Fred questioned, confused since while he only knew Luna as Ginny's friend, he was still shocked she knew you, "What do you even talk about?"

"We have a lot in common actually. She tells me about how she doesn't like people judging her because of her house, and making assumptions because of it. She has a dislike for people that do that actually. I'm quite surprised she'd talk to you in the first place. Although she lets me tell her about the Nargles," she told them, just saying whatever she thought of about you, "Anyone want a butterscotch? I have extra?" Most declined except for George who took multiple.

"See I told you wasn't as horrible as you say she is," Alicia pointed out, tired of being right.

Fred, still stubborn as ever, said, "Whatever, still a Slytherin." Truthfully he did feel a bit bad, but would never admit it. Of course he did understand how it felt to be misunderstood, considering his mom always just saw him and his brother as troublemakers, and never as smart as they really are. Still he couldn't be seen feeling pity or another of that sort for a Slytherin. But something in his mind did change and maybe he would try to be less irritable.

Class didn't start for another 10 minutes, but for once Fred was early to Defense Against the Dark Arts. You showed up a little bit after him, surprised to see him there. You took your seat, placing your materials down for class.

It took Fred a minute to speak up, but he finally got the courage, "You were right yesterday," he said, a bit reluctantly though.

"What?" you asked, confused since you thought he'd rather face a Boggart than talk to you.

"I was a dick yesterday. I'm sorry and you were right," he uttered, talking fast to get through his apology quicker.

You couldn't help but smile at his half-assed apology, but at least it was something, "You were," you replied, which shocked him a bit, but you continued, "But I'm willingly to put that behind, and maybe we could even be friends," you suggested.

Fred was baffled by your words, not used to Slytherins wanting to be friends, "Why would you want to be friends with me? I thought you didn't like people that judged you for being a Slytherin?"

You weren't sure where he heard that from even though it was true, but you shrugged, "No usually, but your sister is pretty nice, so why wouldn't you be? Plus I sit next to you in more than half my classes. It would be nice to have a friend, even though you don't befriend Slytherins, but it's at least worth a try.

Fred sat in thought for a moment before he said, "I'm not fond of Slytherins, but maybe I'll make a small exception I guess."

"Wow look at lucky old me. I'm Fred Weasley's exception when it comes to Slytherins, I'm honored," you teased, a smile appearing on your face and Fred's, "And I made him laugh. Maybe this won't be the worst thing ever.

"Maybe not," Fred said with a shrug. Every second he spent with you only made him somehow fonder of you. He didn't even realize it yet, but he was already enjoying having you around.

Fred rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow in both Lee and George's direction, "I do not fancy her," he shouted, annoyed by their antics. They'd spent the past half hour pointing out everything Fred did that showed his vivid crush on you. The more he got to know you the more time he spent with you, and the more he gravitated towards you. When he walked in the hallway with you sometimes he would swing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you a bit closer. Recently he snuck you over to the Gryffindor table during meals just because he wanted you there. The craziest was how he even went to the library with you sometimes when you needed to do work or study. Yet he still denied his obvious crush on you.

"Ya sure you don't," Lee said, his voice full of sarcasm, "Because stepping foot in your least favorite place in Hogwarts and ditching our Hogsmeade trip to go with her, is totally your normal behavior."

Fred scoffed, "I just like spending time with her, what's so bad about that?" he questioned.

George shook his head in bewilderment, "I never thought I'd see the day more dear brother was in love, especially with a Slytherin," he exclaimed, shaking his brother's shoulders.

"Just because I fancy her doesn't mean I'm in love with her you git," Fred said, shoving a pillow in his brother's face, not realizing the mistake in his words.

But George and Lee did. George immediately shot up accusing him, "I knew it, I knew it. Lee owes me 10 galleons."

"I can't believe it only took us an hour," Lee said, happy to finally get Fred's confession out, "And remind me to stop making bets with you."

George shook his head, "Never, but now we have bigger problems. Freddy has a crush on a Slytherin, scandalous," he teased, ruffling his brother's hair.

Fred pushed his brother away from him, annoyed by him, "Shut it you git, and don't tell anyone."

"What, don't want your reputation ruined?" Lee teased. Him and George were having a field day with Fred's unusual crush.

"Yes, I don't want it ruined. I don't need the whole of Gryffindor after me," Fred mumbled, annoyed at his friends' constant teasing. He didn't mean to fall for you, but he couldn't help it. The more he got to know you the more he admired everything you did. For someone who hated Slytherin, the person he wanted to spend his time with most was you. He tried not to focus on you so much, but it only did him more harm. So many girls were after him, who he sometimes dated, but nothing lasted too long. Now he didn't even remember any of their names, for yours constantly plagued his mind.

George sighed, sitting up next to his brother as Lee leaned against the bed frame, "We won't tell anyone, we swear," George promised.

"But," Lee said, stating his condition, "Only if you promise to actually talk with her and make a move."

Fred sighed, "Fine, we have a deal."

"Oh and no promises we won't place bets on you," Lee added, scrounging through his galleons.

The air bone chills, leaving pin prickles of cold all over your body. It was only noon and it was still unexpectedly freezing cold. It was only September, but was cold enough that people were wearing coats, scarves, hats, and even gloves. Unfortunately for you, you neglected to check the weather before going out with Fred for the day. You wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but had no one to go with, and when you told Fred he quickly volunteered to go with you. So now you were walking down the countless shops trying not to shiver too much from the cold.

"Here," Fred said, handing you his sweater. Unlike you he actually dressed for the weather. He had on his sweater with a shirt underneath, his coat over top which he was wearing now, and he originally had his hat on, but you stole it earlier to tease him.

You took the sweater in your hands, as he shrugged his coat back on, "You sure you won't get cold?" You asked, even though he wasn't even cold to begin with.

Fred nodded his head, "You need it more than me take it. Besides I can't have you freezing to death, now can I?"

You put on the sweater, which was nowhere near your size. The sleeves hung well past your fingertips, making you have to push up the sleeves a little. The bottom of the sweater stopped about mid thigh, but still practically swallowed you whole.

Fred smiled, liking the way you looked. He easily could've just given you his coat and placed it over top of you, but he didn't want to do that. Something about you wearing his sweater with his initials on it made him feel all giddy inside. Truly he gave you his sweater because he was selfish. He wanted to see you in his clothes, especially his sweater that made it obvious it was his. It was the closest he got to you being his and everyone knowing it.

You twirled around a bit, a smile on your face, "How do I look?" you asked, unable to hide your laughter. It was much warmer with the sweater on. Maybe you should if Molly can knit you one this year.

"You look gorgeous as always," Fred complimented. He always told you how beautiful you were and how amazing you were, which made your cheeks flush. You had to convince yourself that he wasn't flirting with you and he was just complimenting people because that's something he probably does, right?

"Why don't we head to the Three Broomsticks? I really want a butterbeer," you suggested, trying to change the topic to avoid showing how flustered you were.

Fred agreed and grabbed your hand to drag you along. Even though it was freezing out your cheeks had turned bright red at his affections. You'd never thought you would fall for a Gryffindor considering how most saw you as the most vile person ever, except for a select few like Ginny Weasley. Yet here you were blushing and rendered speechless just by Fred's small actions. He really might just be the death of you.

"Why are you hanging out with Y/N so much?" Ginny asked the second Fred walked through the portrait hole.

"Keep your voice down," he scolded, as people turned their heads at the mention of one of Hogwarts most known Slytherins.

Ginny threw her hands up in defense, "I'm just asking why Gryffindor's biggest Slytherin hater is hanging out with a well known Slytherin from a well known Slytherin family," she said, adding emphasis to each house.

Fred shrugged, "She's... a friend, I guess," he said, sounding unconfident which was highly unusual, making Ginny suspicious.

"So should I tell mum to start knitting another sweater?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Shut it," was all Fred said, walking away from his pesky younger sister.

Ginny followed him further into the common room as he tried to escape, "Oh, so you already told her, I see," she continued teasing, "You know she doesn't have a date to the Yule Ball yet."

Fred stopped suddenly, making Ginny smirk at how she caught his attention, "And what are you insisting, my nosy little sister?"

"I'm insisting that you ask her to the Yule Ball, before someone who isn't a coward asks her," she voiced, since she's been the biggest shipper for her brother and you.

Fred was skeptical as to why his younger sister was so invested in his love life, "Why do you want me to ask her so badly?"

"Uh because she's cool," she said, making Fred confused as to why she thinks a Slytherin is cool. Truthfully Fred can't say anything about it though, since he was head over heels for her.

"Why do you think a Slytherin is cool?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Because I'm not a hater like you, and besides she's a good person, and would be an amazing sister in law."

"Fine, I'll ask her," he said with a sigh, before walking up the stairs to the boys dormitory.

It'd been weeks, almost a few months actually, since you first started dating. People found it odd that Gryffindors biggest Slytherin hater would be dating one of the most well known Slytherins, but their words meant nothing, you and him were both happy as could be.

Everything had been perfect as it could be. Fred was used to taking out the occasional girl or two, but he'd done nothing like this before. Almost every Hogsmeade trip was a date. Alongside Fred's spontaneous adventures through Hogwarts or the Forbidden Forest.

But what was best was the small details. He managed to remember every single one of your favorite things, from something as simple as your favorite color, to which of his jumpers were your favorite. It was very obviously the red one with the large "F" on it, that way everyone knew you were Fred's girl.

Even though you'd been together for months, that didn't stop the gossip and prejudice in both houses. Some Slytherins thought of you as a traitor, but really only the ones like Draco who cared about stuff like that. The Gryffindors were a bit wary around you, only the select few you knew were actually accepting, while most others just ignored you. Fred would be questioned by people from his house sometimes. Most were skeptical, thinking you just wanted to toy with him, then break his heart.

That was the rumor you hated the most.

Truly you were happy and he was happy. No matter how much people talked, or judged, it didn't matter. Everything was perfect and nothing could change that. Right?

"I can't follow you, Fred," you told him through tearful eyes. Everything had changed from two years ago when you started dating. The world was changing and it was pulling you to different ends. Dumbledore was dead, Hogwarts was no longer safe, and You Know Who was out and about, killing left and right. You never wanted this, you never wanted any of it, but sadly you don't get to choose your family.

"Yes you can," Fred argued, taking a step towards you, "You can leave them, you can join our side, I'll keep you safe. Please come with me, please," he begged, standing in the ally near his shop. Fred hadn't seen you since the attack at Hogwarts. He'd been writing letters, looking in the news for a picture of you or any news, watching the streets to see if you would walk by. It took him almost two weeks, but he found you. He could always find you anywhere.

You let out a huff, putting your head in your hands, "You don't get it," you sobbed quietly.

"What don't I get?" asked Fred, "We can get married, go into hiding together, or join The Order. Whatever you want to do. You can leave them behind, they're not good people. I'll do whatever you want if you just come with me," he declared, desperate for you to follow him, wherever you wanted he would go just for you.

"But I can't," you whispered, shaking your head, "I'm marked Fred," you told him, rolling up your sleeve to reveal your covered arm.

Fred stood there stunned, unable to think of what to say. His head was spinning with a million thoughts, but none he could vocalize. He never thought in any of his years you would have the dark mark.

You covered your arm again, letting a few tears fall, "Believe me, I didn't want it. Unfortunately my family are horrible, horrible people. I had no choice," you started to explain to a still frozen in shock Fred, "I don't agree with any of it, you know that. When I got home from graduating my parents held me in the house till I agreed. It was my only option."

Fred shook his head, finally able to speak, "Only option? You could've come to me, George, or anyone. We would've helped you. How could you?" he asked as if you were once again just the Slytherin he didn't know anything about.

"H-how could I?" you repeated, sick to your stomach by his words, "I had no choice, they made me," you cried.

"You would have resisted, or run away, or something. Just anything but that. The Y/N I knew never would've let them get near her with that," he said, making every part of you wish you could perish right then and there.

You were no longer just sad, but also angry. Angry that the person you dated for years, even fell in love with, would think of you like that, "What part of I didn't have a choice do you not understand? My options were either this or die, and at least with this I got to say goodbye," you yelled, fighting back tears. Fred was frozen at this point, unable to process what you told him, "But, if that's really how you want to see things, then fine. Maybe I'll see you again someday," you muttered, walking down the alley to escape the spot where your broken heart stayed.

It took Fred a moment, but he snapped out of his daze before you were fully gone, "W-wait," he shouted, running after you, but you cut him off before he could speak.

"If you ever want to speak with me again, you know where to find me," you said softly, then disappeared into the shadows of Diagon Alley.

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“I was sitting front row…you literally saw me, Fred,” you stated plainly. 

“I know, but I wanted to make sure,” he winked at you, sidelining you into a hug. “You look very pretty, by the way. I think my hat looks better on you than me.”

“Anddd there’s the woman of the hour! He couldn’t stop staring at you—almost crashed into the teachers’ section ‘cause of that,” Lee came over and clasped your shoulder. 

“That’s what that was all about? Freddie, you need to get it together!”

“Can’t help when you’re as alluring as a Veela,” the compliment rolled effortlessly off his tongue. He then tilted his chin down to kiss your forehead, and you didn’t bother pushing him away despite the fact that he was all sweaty after being up in the air. 

A bright flash of light pulled you out of Fred’s embrace, and you blinked to see Colin standing there with a wide grin on his face, camera in hand. 

“Just capturing the moment,” the younger Gryffindor said excitedly. “This is gonna be a good one!”

You thought nothing of it until you went down to the Great Hall for breakfast the following morning. You went over to find your Ravenclaw friends, who seemed to be huddled around something, staring at it intensely.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” Cho beamed brightly at you, moving over to make room for you to sit next to her. “Have you seen the latest school newsletter?”

You filled your plate and took a copy of the Hogwarts Daily Digest that Padma gave you. “No…what’s it all about?”

“Check page 3,” she told you. You took a bite of your toast first, pausing as you scanned over the page. At the front and center was a moving picture of you and Fred embracing, him pressing a kiss to your temple, smiles of pure bliss on both your faces. You had to admit that Colin had a way with pictures; so much so that you almost would’ve believed you and Fred were a true couple just by looking at the article. 

“So we’re going out, apparently,” you said, taking another bite of your food, “...Interesting.”

“Several students were interviewed about it, and they’re wondering if you guys are,” Cho explained. “With the way he kept looking over at you during the game, and how he was searching for you after it ended.” 

“I—I’ve ought to talk to Fred himself, see what he thinks about this—” you spluttered, feeling hot all of a sudden. “I just—we’re not even—”

“But you would be very cute together,” your best friend added. “I mean, you have known each other for how long now? It wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if you were.”

At the end of the day, you went to the library to squeeze in some quiet alone time for reading, curling up on one of the plushy sofas near the bookshelves. You were deep into a mythical book that Hermione recommended, fully zoned in for what felt like forever until the cushion sank a bit, indicating that someone had sat down next to you.

“What do you want, Fred,” you sighed without even looking up from your book. “Come to bother me again?”

He took the book from your hands in response and closed it. 

“Hey, I was reading that—” you began. 

“I wanted to ask you about the article,” he stated, “don’t you think Creevey’s quite the photographer?”

You scoffed. “If this is about us being a couple, you know we’re not.”

“I was going to suggest something else.”

“And what is that?”

“Given that half the school is talking about us already,” he referred to the whispers in the halls that followed you from class to class, “why not play into the rumors a bit?”

“So you’re suggesting that, what?”

“That we say we’re a couple.”

“...you want to pretend that we’re going out?”

“Why not?” 

“That’s insane,” you shot him a glare. “What do either of us get out of it?”

“Practice, of course,” Fred had a proud look on, “but also, why not have some fun with it?”

You stopped and thought about it for a second. He was right—who were you to not want to have a bit of fun? After all, it was just Fred; it couldn’t be that hard to fake-date someone, especially when you had no real feelings for them.

“Fine, but only on one condition.”

“What’s that, love?”

“Promise not to fall in love with me?” You stuck your hand out towards him. 

Fred took it and gave it a firm shake, his signature mischievous grin making its appearance. “As long as you don’t fall for me either.”

“Dream on.”

He leans forward, voice dropping to a low whisper. “10 galleons says you’ll fall in love with me first.”

“Oh, please. 20 says you won’t even last half as long.”

“You’re on.”

So it began—settling into the whole routine was surprisingly easy. But of course, it was probably easier since you had money on the line; asides from George, you and Fred were the most competitive people in the entire school. You’d do anything for extra money, glory, and infinite bragging rights. 

Making it a point to one-up each other, you began to brainstorm ways to really play up the whole “fake girlfriend” thing.

i. the pda competition, part 1

Monday afternoon’s Potions lesson proceeded as always, with Snape’s annoying, drawling voice instructing you on what to do. 

Today’s class was boring but ended early, the only downside being that you were assigned a hefty load of homework. 

“By the beginning of Wednesday’s class, you shall turn in to me two feet of parchment on the history of Strengthening Solution and its’ properties…” Snape ordered, “...for now, follow the instructions on the board. Ingredients are in the back. I expect the utmost perfection and accuracy…those who fail shall not be tolerated.”

Groaning internally, you headed to the back of the classroom towards the supply cabinets, Fred following close behind. Either Snape was out to get you both or it was sheer luck that had you paired together for this assignment. 

“Wait, you forgot something,” Fred called out as you were about to walk away. 

You turned around, a snarky reply ready. “What is—”

You didn’t even have the chance to finish your sentence when he grabbed you by the wrist and tugged you into his chest, kissing you square on the lips. You were completely taken by surprise and had no time to react whatsoever. 

Low wolf-whistles and “ooohs” reverbrated throughout the entire classroom as you broke apart. 

“What was that for?” you hissed. 

There was a devilish grin on his face, and you so desperately wanted to wipe it right off him. “Just trying to be a good fake boyfriend, of course,” he whispered into your ear.

“Touch me again without warning and I’ll break your nose,” you said in a low tone, ignoring the heat rising up your cheeks.

“Miss Y/L/N…Mr. Weasley…” Snape said lowly, “...back to your seats, both of you. This is a classroom, not a bedroom. Get to work.”

Several students giggled at this and you huffed, heading back to your seat. You didn’t speak more than a few sentences to Fred for the remainder of the lesson, face still flushed from the sudden incident. He kept stealing glances at you as you worked in silence, adding the ingredients into your bubbling cauldron with careful, precise movements.

“That’s 1-0 to me,” he reminded you. “Better hurry and catch up, or I’m winning those Galleons.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you muttered, uncapping the bottle in front of you and pouring some of the liquid in.

ii. the pda competition, part 2

After Fred had kissed you in the middle of a packed classroom, you were determined to get back at him, racking your brain for ideas. 

You sat under a sprawling tree by the Great Lake with Cedric, Cho, Padma, Ernie, and several other Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students. Somehow, you got lucky and all had matching free periods today, taking the opportunity to have a picnic by the water together. 

“A little birdie told me that you and a special someone were going out,” Cedric pointed a finger at you, the other arm slung around Cho’s shoulders. “Now what’s going on?”

“They’ve always been mad about each other, only took them a million years to see it,” Ernie butted in. “Isn’t it obvious? One would think they’re already married at this point, though.” 

“Who’s married to who?” you heard someone ask from behind you. 

“Speak of the devil,” Ernie said, “there he is!”

“Was going to check on you—see you at supper?” Fred lightly touched your cheek. You nodded blindly, the skin of his hand hot on your face. 

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

You turned back around to see everyone smirking at you knowingly. 

“What?” you questioned, adjusting the collar of your shirt as if nothing had happened. 

“Aren’t you two the cutest,” Cho laughed breathily, “Ernie was right. It’s like you’re married.”

“Oh shut up, we’re still much too young for that.”

“Not for long!” 

Of course the only empty seat at the Gryffindor table that evening was next to Fred, and he made sure that you were sitting as close to him as humanly possible. All it would take was an extra few inches and you’d fully be sitting on his lap. You shook off the embarrassment and snapped back into it, determined to win the bet.

“I missed you all day, you know,” he admitted, placing a dinner roll onto your plate for you. “Where have you been?”

“By the lakes,” you said matter-of-factly. “Where else would I be?”

“With me, obviously.” 

“I’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Well that hurt,” he pretended to look hurt. “I thought I was your favorite.”

“Second to last,” you joked. “Hey, wait—there’s something on your mouth.”

“Where?” he tried motioning around with his fingers but to no avail. 

“Right…here…” you murmured, gently grasping his chin and pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his lip, tasting a hint of the sweet cranberry sauce he’d been eating on the tip of your tongue. Loud gasps erupted through the Great Hall at the sudden private but public display. 

Fred inhaled sharply—he knew you were bold, but like this? For once, the jokester had nothing sarcastic to counter you with and was at a loss for words. 

When you pulled away, both yours and his faces were a shade of deep scarlet.

“Cat got your tongue?” you smirked, discreetly slipping a sheet of paper into his back pocket. “That’s 1-1 now, Fred.”

Again, Fred was left speechless. 

“I feel like I’m interrupting something very…” Ron coughed, damn near choking on his chicken leg. “Intimate. Scandalous. Very—”

“Shut it, Ronald,” you cut him off. “Can’t a girl snog her boyfriend when she wants?”

More jaws dropped at your reply, and you simply continued eating, a victorious grin on your face. Fred looked down and fished the note out of his pocket, unfolding the smooth parchment to reveal your tidy penmanship. 

Now who’s the flustered one? you know where to find me if you need me xx

You were so going to win. 

iii. the serenade

You found yourself sitting on the bench watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice—it was Fred’s idea to show up to as many of them as possible to really sell the whole “fake dating” thing. You didn’t mind all that much, as you got bored easily and liked to have a change of scenery every so often while you were studying. 

A loud, abrupt screech caused you to look up from your textbook and you winced, covering your ears. 

“You’re just too good to be true…can’t take my eyes off of you…” a melodic voice began flowing across the stadium. Confused, you set your book down and stood up, looking around for the source of the noise. 

“You’d be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much…at long last love has arrived…” 

Fred suddenly appeared from the commentator’s box, holding a microphone. He casually leaned against the pole before sliding down and hitting the bleachers, gracefully making his way down the steps. 

“...And I thank God I’m alive…” his eyes remained focused on you, blazing gold and green. “You’re just too good to be true…” 

“What the—”

He spun around and pointed at you, the corners of his lips quirking up in a childish grin, “...Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“HIT IT, WOOD!” you heard someone (was that Lee?) yell, and music began blasting from the speakers.

Your friends were eyeing you with delight, fully entertained by the fact that you had absolutely no clue what was happening. Fred continued singing while he sauntered down the bleachers with a grace that you had never seen. 

“I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby, let me love you”

A blush coated your cheeks as he finally approached you, taking one of your hands in his and twirling you around. He held your gaze the entire time, eyes alight with what looked like genuine joy and passion. The rest of your classmates joined in as they crowded around you, joining together in one voice. 

It was impossible to hold back the smile creeping up your face as Fred continued to sing—he was undeniably charming, and you had to admit, this was well worth suffering a brief loss for. 

“Oh pretty baby, trust in me when I say…” the final lyrics left his mouth and everyone burst into applause. He made a show of bowing dramatically and kissing your hand in an exaggerated motion. 

You rolled your eyes at the overly extravagant gesture. But deep down, you had enjoyed every second of the impromptu serenade. 

Within minutes after it ended, Fred’s musical spectacle was the talk of the school. Students nudged each other in the corridors as you passed by, whispering words of encouragement, saying how they wished for a relationship like yours, and wondering where they could possibly find someone like Fred. 

You felt him slip something into your robe’s pocket. Fred had sidled up next to you as you headed up the stairs to the common room, still grinning widely. 

“2-1,” he reminded you, kissing your cheek before turning to the Fat Lady and uttering the password. He stepped through the portrait hole and turned back to wait for you, then walked all the way inside. “Better continue that game of catch up, I might just steal the title of ‘best fake partner ever’ from you.”

There’s that beautiful smile, the note read. Keep it on for me, will you?

iv. the nightmare

Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, because it was 3:27 a.m. and you were wide awake after barely squeezing in a few hours of sleep. 

Nothing you did worked; even the Potion for Dreamless Sleep had failed to keep the nightmares at bay. You didn’t last long before jolting awake, beads of sweat forming at your forehead and chest heaving with raggedy, jagged breaths. 

After several minutes of tossing and turning you gave up, quietly tiptoeing down the stairs to the common room. The fireplace was on, indicating that someone was already there—

“Y/N?” Fred turned around from his spot on the couch to look at you. “What’re you doing up at this hour?”

You yawned, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Finishing an assignment,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. Sheets of parchment, a vial of ink, and several books were spread out on the coffee table. “You?”

“Nothing,” you lied, sitting down next to him. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He didn’t miss the hoarse tone in your voice nor your tear-stained face, stopping what he was doing to fully focus on you. “Now I know that’s not true. What’s bothering you, really?”

“I said I’m fine, just can’t sleep.” You let out a shuddering sigh and attempted to will the tears away, but your vision began to blur. “Go finish your work—”

“Hey.” Fred’s voice was soft. “Come here.”

His arms gingerly wrapped around your trembling frame to envelop you into a tight hug. He reached one hand up to smooth out your hair as you shook with silent sobs, your hands curling  into the fabric of his robes as if holding onto him would keep you from slipping away and losing yourself again. 

Fred was never one to be patient, but he knew that you just needed this moment free of chaos. So he waited, laying there with you as he continued murmuring soothing words into your ear, gently rubbing your back; he’d wait for as long as he’d need to. 

You didn’t know how much time passed until the tears ran themselves dry and your throat felt like it had been scraped raw. 

“Want to tell me what happened?” he suggested. “But only if you’re comfortable, that is.”

You hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea to tell him. Maybe he’d think you were strange…but seeing how he looked so genuine in that moment changed your mind. 

“I lost you…I lost everyone. I watched you die, Fred.” Your voice was cracked and raw, which sent a pang through his chest. The image of Fred’s lifeless body trapped between the rubble flashed across your vision, feeling as if it was wrapping its cold fingers around your throat. “I watched you all die and I couldn’t save you.”

“But I’m alive and well right now, aren’t I?” he assured you calmly, “I’ll be here for as long as you want me around. You’ll have to fight to the death to get rid of me.”

Managing a broken laugh, you looked up at him. “Really?”

“Really. What are fake boyfriends for, anyway?” His hand found its place against your cheek, fingers gently skimming across your skin. You leaned into his touch and let out a sigh, lips just barely brushing over his palm.  

“No one’s here, Fred…you don’t need to pretend.”

“I know I don’t.” Any and all traces of half-witted sarcasm were gone; wiped clean off his face. Instead, his eyes were glossed over with concern as they raked over yours. “Figured I could keep you company? Since I didn’t want you to be alone in your head like this.”

“I’d like that.”

He then passed a familiar folded square to you, and you opened it with a smile.

I’m here, whenever you need - F.W

v. the hospital wing run-in

“For Godric’s sake, how many more times will I have to see you in here?” Madam Pomfrey demanded as she hurried around, setting a metal tray by Fred’s bedside. “This is the third time this month.”

“Sorry,” you winced as you shifted your injured leg onto the pillow she’d set out. 

“What is it this time?”

“I broke my ankle.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

Pursing your lips, you elected to tell her the modified version of the story, which was the one where you had tripped while going down the stairs, not the one that included running down the Astronomy Tower after sneaking up there for a dare (the twins’ doing). 

She shook her head in disbelief, glancing over the cuts on your face and fixing the bandages around your foot. “You’ll be in here for a few days. We’ll have to regrow the bones in your foot and ankle…my, how someone can break this many bones just from missing a step, I can’t seem to understand…what are all of you doing here?”

You followed her gaze to where Hermione, Ginny, Cho, and Fred were standing by the hospital wing’s entrance, alight with excitement upon seeing that you were awake.

“Guys—”

“Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, and Mr. Weasley, need I remind you that no visitors are allowed at this time! I advise that you all head back,” Madam Pomfrey ordered sharply. 

“But we haven’t seen her all last night and this morning! Can we just stay for a minute,” Hermione begged. “Please?”

The older woman sighed as she scanned your friends (and fake? boyfriend’s) desperate, pleading faces. “...Alright, then. Don’t stay too long and for Godric’s sake, let her breathe.”

They immediately crowded around your bed and Fred walked over to your side, crouching down so that you were eye level with him. 

“There’s my princess,” his charming persona was back in full force, and he smoothly brushed a few stray hairs out of your face. For what felt like the eleventh time, he was swooping in to kiss your cheek. Not that you were counting. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here,” you winked as you attempted to prop yourself into an upright position, but failed, giving up and flopping back down. “Ow. My foot.”

Ginny pretended to throw up on Hermione, who then elbowed her in the stomach.  “Ow!” she yelped. “What was that for?” 

“Let’s leave the happy couple alone,” she hissed, and they slowly backed away to give you some space. 

Fred pulled up a chair next to your bedside, propping his chin in his hand to stare at you. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean for you to end up with five broken bones.”

“And a concussion, a killer headache, and not to mention dozens of sore muscles,” you grimaced, but felt a slight ache in your chest when you realized he looked genuinely guilty. “I don’t blame you, really. I mean, I was just as stupid and reckless. I definitely could’ve been more careful but I wasn’t.”

“I’m supposed to mess up your lipstick,” he groaned, “not your bones.”

“Someone took ‘public displays of affection’ the wrong way,” you said sarcastically, and then there was a brief moment of silence before you both burst into laughter.

“Damn right he di—OW, Hermione!”

“Gin, let’s go!” With that, the two girls left the hospital wing, leaving the two of you alone.

“Why are you here, anyway? Hermione and Ginny are because they’re my friends, and you’re my—”

“—lovely, charming, undeniably handsome boyfriend, of course. Why wouldn’t I be here?” Fred finished your sentence for you.

“Right,” your voice was dripping with sarcasm, “I just can’t seem to get rid of you, can I? It seems like you’re always around.”

“And yet, you don’t push me away,” a smile tugged at his lips. “Which clearly means that I’m just that irresistible. I don’t need a charm or some silly love potion to reel you in.”

“Don’t think that because I’m incapacitated, this game is over,” you warned him. “I will beat your arse to a pulp, and you’ll be twenty Galleons lighter. I bet you’re madly in love with me already.”

“Believe what you want, my darling,” he sing-songed, twirling his wand between his fingers. “But we all know I’ve already won this game.”

“Yeah, right. We’re tied now, by the way. That’s for getting me injured.”

“Oi! You can’t just—”

“Shh…don’t come crying to me ‘till you lose.”

He ended up staying overnight. 

You didn’t protest at all. 

Neither did Madam Pomfrey later that evening after seeing him slumped over on your bed, fast asleep, one hand clutching yours like you were the only thing he had left to lose. 

vi. the howler 

For once you managed to get to the Great Hall before Fred did. The bloke was always criminally late or ridiculously early to everything; it was almost laughable how there was no in between for him. 

He finally showed up just ten minutes before breakfast was supposed to end, breathing hard with his hair all messed up.

“What’d I miss?” he asked you.

“Nothing,” you responded. “Just another ordinary day…”

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the hallway causing the napkins to flutter in the air. A giant grey owl came swooping down onto the table and landed straight in front of Fred, clutching an envelope in its curved talons. 

“What’s Errol doing here? We’re not supposed to get our daily mail til’ tomorrow,” Ron gawked, “surprised that he’s here given the number of times he’s collapsed mid-delivery—oh blimey Fred, you must be in trouble! You’ve got a Howler!”

Several Gryffindors around you giggled at this. 

With a slight look of confusion and fear, Fred carefully removed the seal on the bright red envelope. Molly Weasley’s booming voice immediately came bursting from the pages. 

“FRED WEASLEY, HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THAT YOU WERE DATING MY FUTURE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW! I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU—Y/N dear, if you’re hearing this, I’m very happy for you and hope to see you at the Burrow soon, I’ll make sure to whip up some homemade custard for you—YOU OUGHT TO TREAT HER RIGHT, BOY, OR ELSE! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND I SURE AS MERLIN CAN TAKE YOU RIGHT OUT!”

A silence fell over the entire Great Hall and Fred sat there, in shock. The red envelope folded itself up and then burst into flames, its ashes crumbling to the floor. 

“I’ve never seen him turn that red,” George sniggered. “You’re bloody brilliant, Y/N.”

“Y-you did this?” Fred spluttered. 

“Can’t say I didn’t,” you hummed, patting his head affectionately. “Your mum was bound to find out, one way or another.”

“And you thought this was the best idea?”

“Aww, is little Freddie all embarrassed?” you teased. “Never thought I’d live to see that day.”

“Quit gloating,” the redhead grumbled. “You haven’t won yet. Better sleep with one eye open tonight.”

vii. the pda competition, part ∞

As it turned out, continuing to slip into your fake relationship only became more fun as the days and weeks dragged on. And being competitive only added to the fun, as you were scrambling to one-up each other. 

You often opted to hold his hand when walking from place to place, which wasn’t difficult given that you were almost always with him now and had to sell the idea that you really were together. His hands were rough and calloused from all those hours working on joke shop prototypes, but they were still surprisingly comforting. A way to keep you grounded when your head got stuck in the clouds. 

Fred’s signature move was, of course, dropping random kisses on your cheek when you didn’t expect it. Sometimes, when he was feeling bolder than usual, that would change to the tender spot between your ear and jaw, your shoulder, or your nose. And each of those times he made sure they were extra drawn-out and that you were in a crowded area so others would see it. The courtyard. The Quidditch pitch. The classroom (two of those incidents were in Potions, much to Snape’s dismay. He didn’t even bother taking points off due to being too disgusted).

“I have a massive exam today,” he declared loudly to you as you stood in front of his upcoming class together. “I think I’m going to need a kiss.”

“Why?” you scoffed. “What do you need that for?”

“For good luck,” Fred said, “it’s kind of a tradition, isn’t it?”

“You…want a kiss for good luck?” you started.  

“I’m waiting…” he sang, face turned slightly in an invitation. You sighed and went up on your tiptoes, doing as he asked. “Thank you. But you have terrible aim…you missed.”

“I fear you’re having way too much fun with this,” you muttered. “Don’t make excuses. My lips are not going near yours unless they absolutely need to now.”

“Oh come on, you know you’re having loads of fun too,” he called out as he walked into the classroom. “Catch you later, sweetheart!”

viii. the butterbeer (alt: the pda competition, part ∞)

It was the day of another Hogsmeade outing and you were hand-in-hand with Fred as you walked down the cobblestone streets together. You had planned to spend the day alone for the most part and join Cho for a meal, but Fred had cornered you at breakfast and insisted you go on a date with him.

“To keep up the façade,” he insisted. “Wouldn’t people find it odd if the castle’s favorite couple wasn’t together?” 

You nodded and didn’t protest further; you had no energy to do so anyway. It was far too cold for your taste; you had been dragged out without having time to grab your gloves, blowing hot hair into your hands that were steadily growing numb. 

“Love,” he called for you as he took your hands in his, “oh, your fingers feel like ice.”

“No…shit…” your teeth chattered as you attempted to respond steadily. “Might lose ‘em if we don’t hurry up and get inside—”

“Wait one second,” Fred said as you two stopped right outside the Three Broomsticks, wasting no more time in taking his gloves off and handing them to you to put on, while he wrapped his house scarf around your neck. “There. Let’s head in.”

“But—”

“Boyfriend duties, remember?” he winked at you as he pushed the door open, holding it for you to step inside first. “Come on. I think a butterbeer or two’ll warm you up.”

Fred’s hand remained on the small of your back, pressing in gently to lead you to a cozy booth in the back. The added warmth felt quite nice, you thought, but you also wondered how he managed to stay like a human furnace when it the weather outside was so dreadfully cold. 

It was hard not to stare at him; catching his gaze every so often while sipping your drink. His hair was all tousled from the frigid winds; you took notice of the way it slightly curled out at the ends, glowing under the hazy yellow bar lights. It was annoyingly endearing how he could look so flawless without any effort and even more so that you didn’t have anything snarky to say. 

“Fred, I think we’re being followed…” you whispered as you scanned the near vicinity, fingers brushing against the rim of your mug. There in the far opposite corner sat Padma, Ernie, Cedric, and Cho, attempting to look nonchalant as if they weren’t half-stalking you but they were doing a rather terrible job at it. You quickly looked away.

“So? Isn’t that what we want—for people to see us?” he countered with a tone of confidence. His voice dropped low as he continued to speak to you. “Why don’t we give them a show? No need to be so private.”

Your face burned. “What do you—”

“Not like that,” he chuckled lowly, “what did you think I meant?”

“I…”

Fred paused, then raised his hand and brushed something off your cheek with his thumb. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“Oh, so we’re playing that game now, are we?”

“Indeed, my lady.”

You scoffed quietly and imitated his motion, reaching up to smooth out the crease that had formed between his brows. “Put a smile on your face, why don’t you? You look better that way.”

“I always look good, though.”

“I look better than your greasy arse.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged. “I’d like to see you tr—”

Before you could say anything else and before he could stop himself from what he was doing, Fred placed a hand on the nape of you neck and pulled you in, kissing you without another word. All protests left behind flew right out the window (along with your morals, too, you thought) and for a split second, it almost didn’t feel like you were pretending at all. 

When you broke apart eventually, breaths a little heavy, neither of you needed to look over to see that your friends were gaping in shock, mouths dropped wide open. Sure, Fred was confident and cocky and you were equally so, but both of you would be lying if you said this didn’t take you by surprise. 

“You still keeping track?” His voice still had that low, almost husky tone to it. He was cupping your cheek now, and you let him keep doing so. “There can only be one victor, right?”

“Wouldn’t forget it,” you exhaled. “You think we look convincing enough right now?”

“Without a shadow of a doubt.”

ix.  the thunderstorm 

The day’s exciting Care of Magical Creatures lesson was cut thirty minutes short due to the heavy downpour that had suddenly came crashing down, bringing with it a booming thunderstorm and soaking all your clothes within minutes. 

“Well, that’s it fer today, everyone,” Hagrid announced, “now let’s head back inside, don’ want yeh to catch a cold, we’ll continue when the weather lets up…”

You wrapped your cloak tighter around yourself and flipped the hood on over your head, eyes narrowing as you stared up at the suddenly stormy grey sky. It just had to be on the one day you got to go outside and do something exciting, damn it….

It was freezing, nearly as horrible as that one day in Hogsmeade, and you wanted nothing more in that moment than to simply curl up by the fireplace with Hermione, the Patil twins, and Cho, and talk all evening long. If you could even make it back to the castle in one, unfrozen piece, maybe you’d at least get your hands on some hot chocolate from the kitchens…

A warm hand found yours amidst the strong winds, and all of a sudden you didn’t feel so cold anymore. 

As if he had read your mind, Fred said, “how about we sneak into the kitchens and grab something to drink? Hot chocolate, perhaps?”

“Sounds perfect,” you smiled and he draped an arm over your shoulders, bringing you into his side. It felt so natural now, like this wasn’t part of some long-standing bet to fool the whole school; as if you were just two best friends trying to keep warm in subpar temperatures. And it was almost too easy to get used to it. 

“Oblivious idiots. I told them for years that they’d be perfect together and it’s only this year that they start going out,” George exclaimed from several yards behind, walking side-by-side with Lee Jordan. “Dunno why it took them so long.”

“Love takes time, obviously,” said Lee as he watched Fred lean into your ear and say something, and you giggled lightly in response, “and now, what matters is that I finally have an excuse to make fun of them during Quidditch matches.”

“Oh—good point.”

“And you’ve noticed that he stopped pranking her? Unlike him, isn’t it?” 

“Wait…” George paused as he took in Lee’s questions. His mouth formed an ‘o’ in realization. “He’s utterly whipped, that git.”

“What happens when boyfriend duties overcome prankster duties…this is perfect. Professor Flitwick owes me 2 galleons. I called it that he’d fall first!” 

“You bet on them?” George squawked. “With Flitwick?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t either,” Lee laughed, “I know you did too.”

The expression on George’s face shifted into one of defeat. “I lost,” he muttered, “I owe McGonagall 3 galleons.”

x. verum exeat (let the truth come out) 

The Gryffindor common room was alight with chatter once again. After a long, grueling week of exam revisions, Quidditch practice, and a brutal match to be remembered, Lee and the twins decided that a small celebration was in order. They had originally planned on inviting half the damn school but after arguing with Hermione, had to shrink the party down to just their smaller, usual friend group (they swore up and down that they’d clean up and not get detention like last time, but she wouldn’t buy it). 

But you knew that if things had the Weasley twins’ names pasted next to them, they’d be far from peaceful; as far as you could possibly get—no matter how big or small. 

“Oh, there you are,” you heard someone say from behind, and turned around to see that it was Hermione.

“Not drinking?”

“Someone’s got to take care of the boys after they go wild, right?” she explained. “Besides…I can’t stand the taste of firewhisky. It burns.”

You offered a tired half-smile and agreed. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Hermione seemed to be deep in thought for a moment until she told you, “You’re very lucky, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“To have Fred, that is. To find someone who’s that in love with you, it’s quite rare.” 

“Oh, please,” you tried to suppress a laugh, “I told you why we’re doing what we’re doing.” 

“And?” Hermione raised an eyebrow at you, “feelings change. Bet or no bet, he cares about you and anyone would be crazy not to see that. Ronald is half-blind and he can tell, too. You can’t possibly tell me that everything you’ve done up to this point has been a lie.” 

“It’s meant nothing to me,” you said bitterly. “I hate him.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. And it doesn’t help that he’s everywhere,” you stopped to take a swig of firewhisky, “and I can’t stand it!”

“Do you not, really?”

“I do, but I—”

“You what?”

“I just hate him!” 

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think? I hate everything about him!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “I hate the way he always tries to compete with me, I hate the way he doesn’t take things seriously, I hate that stupid, annoying little smirk he has on his face half the time I see him—”

You inhaled quickly; it felt like you’d just drank an entire vital of Veritaserum with the way that words were tumbling out of your mouth. Hermione gave you a look that seemed to say ‘Go on,’ so you did, “—I hate the way he walks down to the Great Hall every morning with his annoyingly perfect messy hair, I hate the way he risks freezing his arse off to give me his favorite gloves so that I don’t get hypothermia, I hate the way it’s so easy for him to kiss—borderline snog me like it’s nothing, I hate how this is all just supposed to be a game of pretend, and—and most of all, I hate the way he made me fall in love with him without even trying. I hate the way I don't actually hate him. Not even close, not even a little bit…not even at all…”

“You…really mean that?”

You whirled around to see that Fred was standing right behind you with his hands behind his back, eyes hopeful, and you felt your heart drop down to your stomach. “Fred—”

“Y/N, I—”

Suddenly it seemed like the walls were closing in on you from all sides, the room spinning; and then, everything around you jumbled into one chaotic mess of noise and color. Without looking to see either his or Hermione’s reactions, without caring that half the room had stopped to see what was going on, you pushed past your friends and quickly clambered out of the portrait hole. 

“What was that about?” Ron’s nose crinkled in confusion. “So much for being a cute couple. Now this is just sad.”

“Will you shut it, Ronald,” Hermione whacked him on the shoulder. 

“OW—”

“Stop being so dramatic! Don’t let me catch you drinking even one more shot or I will drag your arse back to bed,” she snapped. 

“Pleeeease do, I would lov—ow, ow, OW! OKAY!” Ron exclaimed as she pinched his ear and began dragging him away. “Okay! I’ll leave them alone, I’ll stop…”

Chest heaving and vision blurring with tears, you rushed outside, desperate for a breath of fresh air. It was quiet in the courtyard asides from the faint trickling of water but that did little to calm you down; it was still too loud, too chaotic, too much. Sitting down at the marbled edge of one of the fountains, you tried to catch your breath and balance, but the world still kept spinning…it felt like it wouldn’t stop spinning; for Merlin’s sake. All you wanted to do was crawl into a hole and disappear forever, or jump off the Astronomy tower and fly off to a distant land. You didn’t want to have to worry about how you poured your entire damn heart out in the middle of the common room about your fake boyfriend.

Your fake boyfriend that you realized, with horror, you had begun to develop not-fake feelings for. 

A chill ran through you at that moment and you shivered.

Then the feeling of something warm—a thick coat—being draped over your shoulders shook you out of your trance. You instinctively slid it tighter around yourself.

“Thought I might find you out here,” said Fred. You opened your mouth, ready to ask how in Godric’s name he knew where you were at all times when he didn’t even have the Maurader’s Map anymore, but stopped. This was Fred Weasley, and you had spent an unhealthy amount of time around each other over the past several months that he had to have picked up on your little habits. He was more observant than he let on. 

“What are you doing out here?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. 

“I couldn’t leave you alone outside to freeze, could I?” he asked, sitting down next to you. “What kind of boyfriend would that make me?”

“Please, just…” you inhaled sharply, “I can’t do this. You won. I lost. The game’s over, Weasley.” 

“On a last-name basis now, are we? Ouch,” he said jokingly, but dropped the teasing lilt in his voice when he noticed your eyes starting to water. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

“It just isn’t fair,” you whispered, looking down at your feet. 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not fair,’” your voice faltered, “you’re not supposed to do that. To do this.”

“Do what?”

“To sabotage the bet. To make me lose track of the scores.”

“Well, I stopped counting, you know,” Fred admitted, tucking a hair behind your hair. “There’s no need to keep track anymore, I think we’ve done enough convincing, don’t you think?”

“But that’s the problem!” your voice cracked as you finally turned to look at him. “It isn’t that I’m probably going to be dozens of Galleons poorer after this. It’s that I’m feeling something I shouldn’t, that…that you made me fall in love with you—”

“Y/N—”

“—I hate the way I care about you far more than I should,” you continued on, “and I hate myself even more for even wishing what we had was real. Because it was all fake, Fred, and you know it. We were faking it, and—”

“Y/N,” he repeated more sternly this time, causing you to stop mid sentence. “Look, I already told you I stopped keeping track. After that night in the common room….that’s when I realized I couldn’t. Lee damn near had to hit me over the head and force-feed me Veritaserum to admit that I was in deep. Galleons and glory be damned, I didn’t care about any of that anymore; it was easy for me to pretend when I was already in love with you.”

“But we weren’t supposed to fall in love, that was the rule,” you sniffed, wiping a tear from your cheek, “I thought we were supposed to follow the rules.”

Fred’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Well, I think some rules are made to be broken.”

And then, he was closing the gap and connecting your lips in a deep kiss. The gentle motion cut through the chilly evening air, washing over you in a blazing heat that had you melting into a haze of firewhisky, adrenaline, and something that smelled distinctly like a crackling log fire and cinnamon. 

You had kissed him multiple times before this, but this one felt different than all the rest. It didn’t feel like you were doing it for show in the slightest; it felt genuine and warm and so real. 

And the biggest difference was that you never wanted it to come to an end. 

“So?” The grin on his face was palpable; contagious, as you broke apart, “What do you say, we stop faking it?”

“Are you fake breaking up with me?” you gasped and pretended to look surprised. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“I’m asking to real-date you, darling,” he said.

“There’s no money on the line this time?”

“No,” he hummed as he leaned forward to kiss you a second time and pretended to think for a second, “but there might be something else on the line instead.”

“And what is that ‘something else?’”

“You’ll have to wait a few years and see.”

xi. the promise 

—FOUR YEARS LATER—

Fred was a great planner, of course. “Brilliant,” Harry would say, “absolutely brilliant.” He might’ve been a jokester, but he was a very organized jokester. He always knew what he was going to do and when. 

So when it came to you, he thought he had a plan. He thought he had it planned for years; he was thinking fireworks, extravagant displays in the sky, taking you on a sunset ride across Romania on one of Charlie’s dragons. Something to match your free and daring spirit. 

But, the moment ended up presenting itself on its own. 

It was an ordinary night with yours and Hermione’s families joining the Weasleys for a quiet weekend at the Burrow. Mr. Weasley was listening intently as Mr. Granger and Harry explained the function of rubber ducks and the Internet in great detail, and the rest of you chatted with your parents,  Mrs. Weasley, and Mrs. Granger by the kitchen counter about post-graduation plans. 

Mrs. Granger had made an off-hand, passing comment about how lovely your silver bracelet—the one with charms of yours’ and Fred’s initials and Patronuses dangling from it—looked on your wrist. And then Fred was saying, “I know something else that would look great on her,” and taking a small box out of his pocket and flipping it open, revealing a blinding bright, silvery diamond ring. 

Even as shouts of realization and cheers of joy rose up from around the kitchen, the world seemed to fade away into complete silence when he put the ring on your finger and encircled his arms around your torso, kissing your cheek and whispering into your ear, 

“I told you there was something else, didn’t I?” 

“And when is your birthday?” 

Sirius’ mouth opens to reply but alas the man has nothing and is caught looking like a fish, though he’s a very cute fish in Remus’ mind

“We might be old…but you’re still as pretty as you were last time we were up here” Remus compliments, leaning down to peck Sirius’ tinting cheeks “Pretty boy” he whispers one last blow before pushing off the beam and joining his friends leaving Sirius flustered 

“Pads? You comin?” James calls out, head shooting over “Ohhhh” James barks a knowing laugh, whispering something to Remus and patting his back as he sits down

Sirius can’t help but let out a small smile as they turn away “He thinks I’m pretty” he mutters all giddy to himself before joining his friends, taking a seat between Remus and James, with Lily on James’ other side

“See! I told you we were smart coming early, it’s already beginning to fill up” Lily points out, smiling to herself as she shrugs off her jacket, grabbing the others as well, before laying them on the seats behind them to save room for when the McKinnon’s made their fashionably late appearance

James smiles, hand finding the top of Lily's head “That we were, hun” he agrees, patting her head and soaking up her proud little smile as she smooths out the rest of the coats

“Who are you looking for?” Remus asks, pulling James’ attention back to find Sirius squinting off into the distance

“Our goddaughter, I haven’t seen her in ages” Sirius pouts, squinting harder

“You saw her at Easter break” James chuckles 

“Oh yeah” Sirius nods, remembering “Still, I miss her” he confesses, warming the men's hearts

Sirius and Remus decided against children, not that they didn’t want them per se, more they couldn’t confirm the child's safety with Remus’ furry little problem. As such, they filled that hole with you and Harry. Sirius took an extra shine to you though, maybe it was your shy yet cheeky nature that reminded him of Remus, or maybe it’s the little bit of himself he saw in you, watching you get sorted into Hufflepuff when everyone else in your big, wonderfully weird family was Gryffindor. Whatever it was, though today was Harry’s day, he still had to make sure you were alright

“Do you want your glasses?” Remus offers, sighing as he watches his husbands sorry display and reaches for his bag

Sirius swats his hand away “I don’t need glasses moony, I’m fine. It’s just the wind, it’s blowing stuff in my eyes” he gestures around his face, scrunching his nose before attempting to subtly squint again

Remus’ eyes meet James’, shaking his head as he mouths ‘why can’t he admit defeat?’

James smirks, shrugging as he turns away, now interested in where you were, as is Lily after overhearing the debacle. The four searched for you as the student body make their way to the stands. Glancing around Remus’ spots a wild Weasley, smiling as he watches Ron attempt to hold back his blushes as Hermione fixes the red paint on his cheeks. Lily spots Neville, Ginny and Luna in another stand wearing their handmade lion mains. Sirius spots well…nothing, but your father on the other hand is the one to finally find you. 

He watches as you enter the stand diagonal to them with Cedric, Jess and two other boys he doesn’t quite recognise but based on their green scarfs must be Timothy and Joey, which would be two out of the four very few Slytherins in this world he accepted were good, the others being his best friends’ brother and the one and only Dorcas Meadows

“Found her” he points with joy “There she is, ain’t our little fawn beautiful” he shines, causing all their eyes to fall on you as you all worm your way to the front of your own stand

“It’s funny seeing them in red and gold” Remus notes, an amused look as he observes yours, Cedric, and Jess’s Gryffindor scarves, most likely stolen from your brother and his friends…or perhaps secretly gifted from one particular Weasley

Lily nods, but her head tilts to the side as your head taps the taller of the other boy's shoulders “They seem close, which one is he again, Tim or Joe?” she ponders trying to remember

“Tim, she said he was tall in the letters” James confirms “They aren’t together” he says with confidence

“And how would you know that Captain Oblivious?” Remus’ laughs, eyeing his friend but then his gaze drifts to peak at his husband, who's been unusually quiet, realising he’s still very much struggling to see you

Remus slowly collects the glasses from his bag again and holds them up in offering

“Dammit” Sirius sighs accepting the truth and putting them on, looking grumpy until his eyes widen, like he’s seeing a brand-new world

“Better love?” Remus teases while pointing you out again

“Shut up moo…aww there she is, beautiful as ever” he adjusts them smiling “Wait…whoa” he looks at James doing a double take as everything is now in high definition “You’ve aged so well” he notes

James’ smirks “Why thank you, I steal Lily’s muggles products” he admits unapologetically, not that it’s much of a surprise to the girl next to him who just rolls her eyes, accepting the fact she now buys two of every product just for him

“It’s the one with lighter hair, not Cedric, the taller one” Remus points out to Sirius

“Oh…” Sirius eyes the boy, judging “...nah”

“What do you mean nah?” everyone jumps a little at first turning around to see Marlene, Dorcas and the cutest little lion there had ever been joining them “Holy shi… sugar those specks are something” Marlene laughs, catching herself before glancing at her wife, mouthing an apology while their daughter looks up at them confused

“Suu’gar” the little cub repeats before pointing at Sirius “Specky!” she says excitedly “Unkie Jams t‘win” she claps, pointing between James and Sirius before jumping and clapping again all happy with herself

Sirius’ quickly pulls the glasses off, cheeks heating while the others struggle to hold in their giggles 

“I don’t need them” he looks straight at Marlene, trying his best to be convincing

She just gives him a ‘really’ look in return before smiling softly 

Sirius half chuckles, half sighs as he admits defeat, flashing the women a genuine smile “It’s good to see you Marls, you too Dorca darlin” he then looks down at little Lacy “Hello little cub” he coos 

“Rwah!” Lacy holds up her hands in a claw motion, doing her best lion impression 

It was well known the Marauders had one brain cell between them, but when that cell fired it was magical, all including her mothers and godmother pretended she was the most fearsome thing they’d ever beheld, even a couple other parents who had taken seats little ways down joined in. After some pleas and chocolate offered to calm the beast, the group settled in again, catching up as they waited for the game to start.

You rocked on your feet, eyes continually flicking to the players entrance in anticipation

“You good sunshine?” you feel a soft pat to the top of your head, looking up you’re greeted with Timothy's soft smile, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he checked in, worried the ruckus and busyness of the stand was a bit overwhelming for you

You gently tap your head into his shoulder, nodding “I’m good…just excited” you confess with warm cheeks as your nose is flooded with the scent of your scarf again

“Ahhhh” he elongates, giving you and then the scarf a look “Y/n and Freddie sitting in a tree” he whisper sings

Your eyes widen before you attempt a scowl that looks more like a puppy pouting “Shut up” you chide, fixing the scarf a little before looking away, hoping Cedric, Jess and Joey were having a more in depth conversion but instead you find them grinning “Sugar” you press your lips into a downturned smile

They all looked at each other before singing in unison 

“K…i…s…s…i…n…g!” 

Despite your cheeks positively flaming around the second ‘s’, you can help but break into a smile. Your friends knew about your little crush on the Weasley boy from afar. Despite your brother’s closeness with the family you didn’t have such ties, you adored Ginny on the few occasions she had visited, along with Ron and Hermione, but as for the rest of the clan your paths rarely crossed. You were meant to spend the summer with them as your families decided to holiday together, but when Cedric won the Triwizard tournament that changed, and instead, he took you and your friends traveling with the prize money 

Yours paths finally crossed at the beginning of the school year, when Sprout created a seating pattern allowing everyone to get familiar with their randomised Herbology partner before the end of year assignment. You were nervous at first, as you were sure the professor was when she pulled out your names. Putting the quietest person in Hogwarts with the loudest person seemed like it would either be the worst pairing she had ever seen or the most genius 

To her good fortune…and ego, it was the latter. It was surprising to see the king of mischief actually try with his assignments, but most chalked it up to the fact that while you were quiet, you were well-loved by your year, you held no prejudices, helped people with their assignments when the asked you, and was just in general sweet to everyone, to the point even the meanest Slytherins were a little soft on you. Therefore, most assumed Fred couldn’t bear to let you down either, and while that was true at first, a second reason soon bloomed for the boy

It bloomed for you as well, you slowly opened up to him each class, topics drifting to something deeper, and by the time Christmas rolled around you both were close friends. So close in fact you began inviting him to your friend’s secret hideaway by black lake, at first to study, but then to hang out both with and without your other friends. It was funny at first, with Cedric and Jess being rivals in quidditch and Timothy and Joey's Slytherin status, but Fred warmed to them, gaining their trust and, not that they told either of you, their blessing 

“I hate you all” you pout, falling into Cedric’s side hug as you shake your head

“Nah” Timothy joins from the other side

“You love us” Jess chimes in, beaming at you

“Not as much as she loves him though” Joey adds cheekily, nodding towards the pitch, it seems none of you had noticed the crowds stir for the players appearances during your teasing session

Cedric and Timothy quickly retract their grasp, smiling at one another as you lunge adorably forward to see. Your friends soon join you, all cheering, while you find Fred in the small mass of people, admiring him as he laughs with the others. After a few moments, the team is finished talking, beginning to take flight and get into position. Once there, you watch as Fred’s eyes begin to scan the crowd, heart thumping as his gaze slowly draws closer, skipping a beat when they fall on you, and damn near stopping as he doubles back, face lifting 

You see, a few weeks ago you had met Fred to check over your final herbology assignment, which meant a late-night picnic waiting to see if your flower would bloom under the full moon. While chatting, the topic of today's game came up. Of course, now that Hufflepuff were out for the count, he teased you with who you would be supporting, his teasing backfired however when, without missing a beat, said you would be supporting whatever team he was playing in. 

After his slight fluster, which, to this day is one of your proudest achievements, conversation returned to normal, you figured he’s forgotten about it until a first year found you this morning holding a small bundle of Gryffindor scarves, one of which had a red ribbon around it with a note for you

You bring your hands up, hugging the scarf as your eyes meet, causing the biggest smile to take over his face. It was times like this you truly believed your crush was requited, and little did you know a certain redhead was thinking the same thing

“Be brave and go for it” Cedric whispers some encouragement 

He’s right, you think, Now or never

As you mouth him ‘Good luck’, you add a little extra to it, blowing him a kiss

His eyes widen in a pleasant shock, melting into a mix of joy and pride as he pretends to catch it, winking at you before kissing his balled up fist before returning his gaze to the field just before the starting whistle blows

“Way to go gal” Jess cheers, reaching over to give your arm a soft squeeze

“Aww the grew up so fast don’t they” Timothy wipes an imaginary tear from his eye while Cedric and Jess both match his energy, taking out handkerchiefs and pretending to be forlorn mothers, with Joey doing the same but with an imaginary tissue

You giggle at them, and while you would usually try to come up with some sort of witty answer, you instead break into a smile “He likes me” you say simply, swaying side to side

“If he didn’t, he’d be an idiot love” Cedric gives you a side hug while the rest of your friends’ smile, happy for you “Now let’s what your man kick snake butt”

“Hey-” Joey and Tim begin to object together but then shrug 

“Oh, who are we kiddin” Timothy laughs, taking off his green scarf and pulling out a red and gold one as does Joey “Pusey’s an arsehole and I want a chance to be a bridesman at your wedding someday”

“Bridesman?” you giggle, heartwarming at the idea of you and Fred getting married someday

“Yip, Ceds already called man of honour” 

The match was a whirlwind of emotion, the kind of game that left everyone on the edge of their seats. Gryffindor and Slytherin were neck and neck at every turn, every goal answered by another, and it was clear to everyone that this match would come down who would catch the snitch first

“Holy shit, this is intense!” James exclaims, practically bouncing in his seat “Merlin, how the hell did you guys watch me and Marls do this back in the day?”

“Jamie…language!” Lily scolds with a giggle, lips quirking up in amusement as she gives Dorcas a please forgive us look

“Oh, don’t worry, Lacey can’t hear a thing thanks to these” Dorcas it waves off, gesturing to Lacey’s adorable, enchanted earmuffs “Watch this” she says leaning over the little girl perched on her lap “You want some ice cream, bubs? What about a unicorn?” 

Lacey doesn’t react at all, instead she stays focused on mimicking her other mothers’ gestures and waves towards the pitch

“Those are…” Lily starts but is promptly cut off 

“What the hell was that!” Marlene huffs, throwing up her hands as the crowds roar once more, a mix of cheers and groans as the Slytherins risky manoeuvre pays off leading to another goal “Fucking Pusey again!”

“Did you get the earmuffs for the crowd or for Marls?” Remus whispers to Dorcas, who struggles to hold back a smile

“Oi! Gingers! Stay in formation! Godric, what are you doing?!” Marlene shouts again, shaking her head as Fred and George narrowly avoid colliding whilst going for the same bludger

“No comment” Dorcas replies with a grin before planting a kiss on Lacey’s cheek

The match grows increasingly heated after Harry lets the snitch slip through his grasp, igniting a fire under Slytherins asses causing their play to get even more aggressive

“This game is insane!” Cedric grips the railing so tightly his knuckles turn white

“Come on, Freddie!” you yell, unable to stop yourself as he whizzes by

You watch him turn ever so slightly, catching your voice over the roar before he dives back into the action, pulling off a spectacular move that has more than one person flushing

“Offt…your man’s a beast” Timothy mutters as Fred swoops in to deflect a bludger, shirt riding up a little as he does “What? I can admire” his cheeks tint as he sees all of your raised eyebrows

“Don’t worry” you say with a laugh, “He’ll never admit it, but he has a little guy crush on you too”

“Really?” 

“Really” you confirm, giggling 

“Did you see that?!” Sirius exclaims, pointing towards Fred after he executes a spectacular mid-air spin to block the Bludger aimed at Angelina “Can’t deny the boys got style!”

“Sure does” James agrees but then his expression sinks to a smug one as he adjusts his glasses “Almost as cool as some of the moves we pulled off ay Marls?” he tries to get her attention but is gifted a passive ‘uh huh’ instead

“Oh, please” Remus argues, chuckling “Are we forgetting in our final year when you tried to do a spin like that and your glasses came flying clean off?”

“What?!” Lily, Sirius, and Dorcas all turned to him in unison

“Moony!” James protests before his face slowly sinks as if awaiting his impending doom

“Wait…” Marlene turns slowly, looking menacingly down at James “You’re telling me. I almost lost my final match as captain because of your speckyless ass?”

James hesitates, his ears turning near crimson as he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck “…no comment”

With one final push, the final whistle blows, and the crowd erupts into cheers. You and your friends join in, your eyes look over towards Fred, who’s the first to get to Harry, pulling him into the biggest bear hug. The sight makes your heart warm, but your admiration is cut short as your friends practically pick you up, ushering you to move 

“What’s happening” you ask confused

“Come on, we gotta get down their sunshine” Timothy insists, shooing you along with Cedric, Jess and Joey “You’ve got a ginger to congratulate”

Over on the other stands your family celebrates. Everyone’s on their feet, except Lacey who is now glued to Marlene’s hip as they cheer 

“Yesssss!” James roars, pulling Lily into a celebratory hug…and subsequent snog 

“That’s my godson!” Sirius bellows, fist pumping the air before looking to hug James then realises “Oh…well if that’s what we’re doing, come here moons!” he hithers towards Remus, arms outstretched 

Remus laughs softly before indulging his husband, pulling him in for a kiss before dramatically dipping him

Meanwhile Marlene and little Lacey remain oblivious to the romance in the air, as she was too busy yelling so hard her voice will be lost come tomorrow “THAT’S MY LIONS!”

Dorcas just chuckles at the scene, pulling out Lilys camera and snapping a shot of them all (A/n: art of this bit in the future?)

As their celebrations calm down, they notice the teams beginning to land and everyone else begin to make their way down to join them

“This takes me back” Remus lets out a small laugh watching the red and gold scarfs fly around

Nostalgia fills the air as the others join him, gazing down

“Man…that used to be us” James remarks, letting out a breathy laugh before glancing over at Marlene

She nods, a happy yet bittersweet smile on her face “Yeah…good times” she reminisces before looking down at Lacey “Times are still pretty good…maybe better” she confesses watching her little cub cheer 

Dorcas joins her side, arm wrapping around both Marlene and Lacy as their foreheads meet

“I think we should give them their moment” Lily suggests “We have time to embarrass them later” she giggles

The group hums in agreement. As their stand empties, they begin pointing out things only they are privy to from their vantage point. Like Nevilles and Lunas intertwined hands as they weave through the crowd with Ginny, Lee sprinting to hug George, the Slytherin team sulks, or even Snape begrudgingly handing a couple of gallons to McGonagall. None of them, however, have managed to spot you or your friends yet. 

“I hope y/ns alright in the crowds” James says softly next to Lily

“As long as she’s with her friends I have no doubt shell be alright” she hums, giving your fathers arm a squeeze 

“Oh, there she is…” Sirius points you out before chuckling to himself “…maybe being your twin ain’t so bad” he jokes, wiggling his glasses 

James laughs, wrapping an arm around Sirius as everyone turns their attention back towards you 

Down on the pitch, it’s a flurry of red and gold, so you hold back at the edge where it was quieter, encouraging your friends to head into the chaos and enjoy it. Jess, Joey and Timothy promise to be right back, while Cedric spots Cho in the crowd little ways from yourself and joins her, being careful not to drift too far from you

You beam as you take a couple of steps back, watching Harry get lifted up by Ron and Neville. Much like your parents and family above, you want Harry and Fred to have their moment in the spotlight. There would be more than enough time to talk to them after

Unbeknownst to you, one of that duo was already looking for you. Fred’s eyes scan the chaos for your figure, but finds a familiar blonde in the crowd first, and he smiles watching him kiss Cho’s cheek. Cedric feels the eyes on them, looking up and noticing Fred’s searching expression. He smiles, giving a knowing nod towards you, as does Cho who’s clearly been filled in on the situation. 

Fred’s eyes follow the direction and there you are, standing apart from the rest, your gaze locked on Harry. Taking a deep breath, he hypes himself up, realising in that moment you aren’t just wearing his scarf, but the jumper he gave you to keep warm a few weeks ago as well. That along with the kiss you blew him earlier, are all the signs he needed to finally make a move

“Oi, Freddie” George calls as he moves away from the rest of the team “Where ya going?” George tries again but to no avail, Fred’s already gone, pushing through the crowd, using his broom to help manage the masses

As he breaks free, you do a double take, and he finds himself smiling as your confused expression melts into hope and joy

“You’re supposed to be over there” you tell him, taking a few steps forward as he closes the gap

“But you’re over here” he replies simply before leaning closer, eyes searching yours for permission 

You bite your lip, giving him a nod, to which his own smile grows and his broom is abandoned as his larger hands come up to cradle your cheeks guiding them up towards his lips as they crash into your own. You clutch the front of his sweater, pulling him closer but Fred being the showman he is had other ideas. His hands drop down, snaking around your hips before he dips you back. You squeal at first, then laugh softly with him before your lips reconnect. After that the rest of the world fades away. The cheers and buzz around you becoming a distant hum, neither of you reacting to your friends’ cheers nor the flash of Jess’ camera 

Your friends aren’t the only spectators of course…

“Wait…” Marlene points towards you and Fred “…is he about to…oh!” her mouth drops open, gently covering Lacey’s eyes while Dorcas smiles in a happy shock beside her 

Remus, Sirius, Lily are next to react, eyes widening, before breaking into smiles. Remus and Sirius take a moment longer, clearly doing the ‘does he deserve her’ math in their heads first

“That’s my girl” Lilys hands come up to face, overjoyed, she had an inkling you were a little love struck from your letters, she just didn’t know with who until now

“He’s alright” Sirius begrudgingly admits while Remus nods in agreement

Their smiles and shock soon melt into anticipation as they all slowly turn towards James, who had been a bit too quiet considering the situation. But when they see him, he is…beaming?

Turns out Lily wasn’t the only one with an incline, in fact, James being the girl dad he was, has known about every crush you’ve ever had, your one on Fred being no different. Safe to say, he was ecstatic

“Yes!” he cheers “Oh the dips a nice touch, very classy” he nods in approval before looking over at the others “What?” he takes in their shocked faces

“Prongs?” Remus eyes him “You realise that’s y/n, right?” he feels the need to check

“Yeah” James shrugs before his mouth makes an ‘oh’ shape, his reply sending them into fits of laughter “I’m supposed to be mad right now, aren’t I?”

Thank you for reading ♡