#fred lives

“S’matter, jellybean?” He asked you, as he leaned himself against the railing. Having seen you space out again. Happened alot, but he noticed it more than ever now. As if he wanted to leave you to be stressed after all. This should be a happy time, but somehow it wasn’t.

“Just….Thinking.” You muttered, as you played with the end of your sleeves. You could hear him sigh, a deep one, as he watched. As if he knew something. Something you wish he didn’t. Seemed such a worry was made a reality, when you were both suddenly apparated into his office. A place for privacy, after all.

He’s been suspicious, but a constant wizarding war tends to take your mind off things. Along with busy with a school year, and starting up a business. Made any doubts get overrun with work, and stress, get covered. Not today, though. Not today.

“Love, we need to have a talk. A serious one, please.” That made your heart drop, as he would motion you to join him on the couch. You felt so terrified, as you were forced to sit next to him on it. Now having your hands held by his.

“You know I love you, and I want to take care of you. I love you so very much. We’ve been through so much together. You’ve been there for me, and I want to be there for you. You know that, right?” He asked, as you gave a sheepish nod. Wondering where this was going, but deep down knew he figured it out. He’s had it figured out for a while.

He’s not stupid, after all. You could only hide something like this for so long. Why you never turned on the light, how you used Umbridge as an excuse for anything that was accidentally seen. How you always wore long sleeves, even when going to bed. If you could hide your body, you did. But now? George could understand that pain, and he wasn’t having you suffer in silence anymore.

“Love, it’s ok. You know that, right? I’m not here to judge, or make fun of ya. Gonna be the last person to do that. I mean, look at me. Look at Billy boy. We know a thing or two about getting roughed up.” He tried to not directly say what he wanted to say, in a means to let you be the one to say it. To let YOU be in charge of it.

After the war, he just wasn’t the same. When Fred went in that coma, oh he was in utter hell. He was already recovering from his ear. Now he had to spend every day, wondering if his twin would live or die. How Umbridge caught wind of such a thing, and tried to pull something. Like trying to say Bill was qualified under the Werewolf laws. Oh life was hell, and he had to project somehow. Not the same as you, but to say there wasn’t a taste is an understatement.

“George, I really don’t want to talk about this-“ You tried to weasel out, but his grip on your hands only tightened. The sadness in his eyes left you frozen in place. He wanted to take care of you, and make sure you knew you were safe with him. Such a complicated mess it all was. Just made you feel worse, if anything.

“Love….Let me see you. Please. Let me see all of you. You see me, can I see you?” He tried, and your tears just welled up more. You couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Why he cared. Your brain just didn’t accept that people can love you. It’s hard to grasp.

“This is different-“ You tried. “Why is it different?” He rebutted. “It just is. It’s different when I do it-“ How the brain was complex, and a pain in the ass to have. Luckily, George knew a thing or two about them. You learn alot when running a joke shop. Kids come to you with so many problems. You learn things you don’t want to.

“I don’t want to force you, but I can’t have you suffer like this anymore. I’m not doing this to hurt you, Jellybean. You were there when I lost my ear. When I thought I was going to lose Fred. Umbridge, everything. Let me be there for you-“ He begged, as he forced your hand onto the side of his head.

Your palm would feel over the scars from the Potion Master Made Spell. How deep they were, and never seemed to properly heal. How familiar the texture was. The smoothness of cut flesh, as he no longer could hear. The lines that cut into his hair, cheek, and even face. It was nothing like what Bill suffered, but it hurt. Hurt no longer being identical.

With a shakey breath, you gave in. Ready to accept him screaming at you in disgust. To say all the mean things people have said to you before. Attention seeker, that you need to make them deeper already, that you look like a cutting board. Every insult, every mean remark. All of it. You accepted your fate, as you rolled up your sleeves.

The air was silent, but it wasn’t heavy. No, it was calm. Like the air was clear. For once, the weight was gone. You couldn’t understand why there was such a feeling of peace. Why wasn’t he looking at you with disgust? With hate? Why was he smiling?

“Hm, kinda remind me of Charlie. He’s got ink like crazy, same for Bill. You’ve seen them. Bills got these protection ruins, and Charlie has as many dragons as possible. You would look good with sleeves.” He smiled, as he gently held your wrist. Truly looking at them, and not flinching at all. He was looking at you. And wanting to make you feel like there was a chance you didn’t have to hide. That you were the center of it all. Not the scars. Not even asking why you had them. He didn’t need to know. He just wanted to know if you knew he could keep you safe.

The fact he started to kiss them was what had you sob. He was kissing something you hated so much. He was accepting it as a part of you. This was just what was part of your life. Your struggles. Your fears. Your hate. He was accepting that, because he loved you. You were what he cared about. Not what people thought.

It was such a tender moment, as you were able to let yourself cry. Let yourself have that good, needed, cry. All the while George took care of you. Kissing your scars, and holding you close. Just wanting you to know you were safe with him. Not rushing you. You never rushed him when he bursted into tears, no matter how random it was. So, you deserved that attention all the same.

“George…You know how I said I wanted us to wait until we were married?” You asked him, as you wiped your eyes. He would brush them aside, as well, as he nodded to you. Keeping his eyes glued with yours, as he tried to show you his full attention.

“It was kinda a lie. I didn’t want you to see me….But I think I’m ready now. I think you can see me now.” You consented, as he smiled. Clearly proud of such a big step. His pride made you want to cry more. There was no shame, or doubt, in those big brown eyes. He didn’t see you as any less, as before the topic was broached. It was as if you simply dyed your hair. It’s still you, under it all.

“I’ve been waiting for this, and I was willing to wait for never even.” He chuckled, as he kissed your cheek. Another reminder he was there for you. Not for some end goal. There was no end goal, with love. There was a continue. A continue for as long as the hearts wanted.

With a gentle kiss to your lips, the two of you were side alonged back into your shared flat. Fred would be able to handle the shop just fine, after all. It’s near closing anyway. With how close those two were, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew where George went. Even as far as why.

“I’ve always wanted to see you. So badly.” He sighed, as he kissed you again. Gentle, and sweet. Not this heated passion in the books or movies. Just tender, and making sure you were taken care of. In every sense of the word. This was love, not sex.

Just gentle kisses, shared between you two, as he helps remove your clothes. Allowing more and more of you to be seen on the surface. Every cut, bruise, stretch mark, imperfection, whatever you had. He was able to finally see it all, and wouldn’t stop kissing each little dot on your skin.

It was so scary. Scary to allow him. He was so proud of you to allow him. To allow him to witness you whole. He was so damn proud. Couldn’t stop his kisses all over your skin. Along with a few little playful ones, like right on your nose. Just wanting to make you smile. Know that you were safe. No matter how vulnerable you were. You allowed him to feel safe, when he lost so much. It’s a crime to not return the favor.

Open mouth kisses would trail over your body, as he helped you lay down on the bed. Slow, sweet, and savoring it. Understanding just how important it all was. No need to rush. No need to treat it as a one and done. This a moment to share, between two people who loved each other. So very very very much.

“You really are beautiful. I know I know. I can say it all I want, but I mean it-!” He whined at the end, making you smile. Ever playful, no matter the mood. Was very soothing. Made any heavy topic easier to deal with. He just made life easier, and his smile could sooth any coals under your feet.

There was one more little kiss to your nose, before he finally allowed himself to strip. His own body full of scars from so many things. War, failed experiments, Umbridge, death eaters, blood purest’s, friends turned enemies, the list goes on. Those scars felt different to you. He didn’t ask for them, yet wasn’t ashamed of them either. The mind can truly be so warped, but George was always one to be fascinated by the world. Willing to dive into that hellscape you call a brain, because you are in there after all.

“You are so beautiful.” He just kept on saying, before his naked body was pressed against yours. Playful little kisses were pressed all over your face, as your skin felt his. Felt his scars on yours, yours were felt on his. Just pure skin contact, as he was holding you close. Loving every little part of you. If it was you, he loved it. Scars and all.

“I’m ready when you are. And if ready is never, eh. Who gives a shit?” He would place another kiss to your nose, before your hands were around his neck. You were trying to mentally psych yourself up, and he was more than happy to wait. Happy to just admire you. Big ole Brown eyes, and a freckled smile.

“Yeah. I’m ready.” You nodded, as he gave you another kiss. One arm was used to prop himself up, as the other found your slit. Just being very gentle, and stroking it. Not yet intruding, but just taking it nice and slow. He was no virgin, after all. But you were, and he was going to treat you right.

Slow, steady, and calculated. A man who was that of an inventor. He knew how to move his fingers. Gentle over your slit, almost ghosting it even. Made you crave more, in such a simple gesture. Those rough fingers on such a sensitive part of your body. All exposed to him.

A kiss to your neck was given, as he finally slipped them in. Had you shiver, but he kept planting kisses on you. Easing you into such a feeling you were growing costumed to. How you always loved his big and rough hands. Always brought you comfort. Now they were bringing you pleasure.

“You already feel so wonderful. Bloody amazing.” He whispered, as he would kiss along your jaw. Just two fingers pushing in and out of you. His thumb even working at your clit, and it had you whimper a bit. Such new stimuli, but he was keeping it slow and gentle. Easing you into it.

“Don’t be shy. I can only hear so much, have mercy on me.” He teases, as it helped bring you back to earth. That this isn’t just sex. You were making love with someone you love. Made you smile, as he kissed the corner of your mouth. Drinking in the soft little breaths you left for him, before he snuck a third finger in.

“Oh you are going to feel so bloody good. I just know it. I can hardly wait any longer.” He moaned for you, as he was picking up his speed. That earned him more sounds from you, as your walls were coating his fingers. Showing you were enjoying yourself, when your voice was lost.

“Are you ready, or was this enough for one day?” More reassurance. That even now, when he’s so close to getting his turn at pleasure, he wanted you to know it didn’t matter. You matter. Almost made you cry.

“I’m ready, Georgie. I mean it. For once, I’m ready.” You would cup his face, and admired him. Those warm eyes, that imperfect unsymmetrical face. Those freckles, those scars, and that beautiful toothy smile. That’s your man, and he was all yours. Never thought you deserved such a wonderful man in your life. In this moment though? You finally accepted it. Even if it was temporary, you were able to fight your brain long enough to say you deserved this man. Seemed George could even see it in your eyes, as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

The tip of his cock felt so hot. As if he was just twitching in need. Had you feel so beautiful. Beautiful to know he was that excited to be with you. Hard to fake a feeling like that, after all. That feeling of a throbbing cock. Just hungry to finally feel you. Feeling you, he did. Finally slipping inside, as you pulled him closer. Moaning into his mouth, as the gesture is returned.

You swore he might be feeling more pleasure from it than yourself. There was a morbid comfort in that. Knowing your body could do such a thing. Ever after so much, it could still do good. Made your body relax, and had you enjoy the ride all the better.

The feeling of his hips meeting yours, and how he rolled them. Feeling those hip bones against your soft flesh. It just itched a scratch you didn’t know you had. Feeling this slender man above you, with his arms tense. Those muscles showing themselves off to you. Freckled and scared. So beautiful to you.

The moans he gave you had you drunk. They sounded so good. You swore you could get off from them alone. The feeling of him moaning into your mouth, as he kept rolling his hips into yours. Fingers tangled together, as you both just enjoyed each other. No need for words. Just embracing what your bodies wanted. The feeling of connection, and love.

It was like a beautiful dream. Nothing else mattered, in that moment. Just the two of you. Making love, and enjoying each other’s company. To feel the air grow heated, and sweat build between you both. How those easy rolls grew in speed, and had you both gasping each other’s names. Fingers holding on tighter to each other, as if afraid to melt into nothing.

“You feel so good-“ He spoke so breathlessly, as he would keep thrusting into you. All the while you moan openly for him. Your hands were trapped under his own, and you would give him squeezes of delight into those callused fingers. Allowing yourself to be louder. A mixture of allowing yourself to enjoy it, and a need to make sure he could hear how much you were indeed enjoying it. It’s the least you can do. Small acts go a long way, and you witnessed such first hand tonight.

“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer-“ He admits, sounding so embarrassed. It was cute. He was always so cute. Had you smile, and he smiled back. Your smile seemed to comfort his blushing cheeks, as you two returned another kiss. A kiss, as his hips begun to thrust in an uneven pattern. Had you whimper for him, as he kept true to his word. He didn’t last any longer, and he was soon moaning your name into your mouth. Tangling it in your tongue, and his.

The heat inside felt so satisfying. To let yourself ride a high, and have it be with him. How your legs couldn’t stop themselves, and wrapped around him. Needing to have him as close as your bodies could allow it. As if needing to become one. It was truly like being a fire work. A burst of pleasure, and sounds. It all felt so good, and it truly did feel like it filled a void in your heart that you didn’t know you had.

Coming down from the high was treated slowly. The both of you savoring it. With him holding you, as he stayed where he was. His head snuggled into your neck, as you played with his hair. Your turn in giving him the gentle comfort. Allowing him to use his working ear to enjoy your breathing, and heart. No need to worry about words. Just gentle affection. Embracing each other, and enjoying a moment of existing.

“Worth the wait-?” You asked, as you two were finally in a more clear headspace. He took a moment to think, as he pulled out you. Had you whine, as you liked the feeling. That made him chuckle, as he was soon pulling a blanket over you both.

“Yes. Very much worth the wait.” He would reassure you, as he was now your big spoon. Making sure you felt safe, in yet another vulnerable moment. His legs tangled with yours, as he wrapped his arms around you. Giving you a hug, as he pressed his face in your neck. Enjoying your scent.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but not out of sadness anymore. But pure relief. You will still have your dark days, but you had a bundle of sunshine to stay there. Stay, and wait, for when you could speak again. He wouldn’t leave you behind when things got rough. He was making sure of that. Not even processing how much this simple act of spoon was bringing such joy. He existed, and it made you existing easier.

“Love you, Georgie.” You said, as you stole a hand to kiss. His own lips returned the gesture, as they were right on your cheek. “Love you more, Jellybean.” He yawned.

That comfort of another body, it was just what you needed. For once, in a long time, you weren’t scared to fall asleep. You were happy to sleep. To get rest, even excited to wake up again. Because you knew one thing, and one thing that changed everything.

He would be there when you woke up, and that was what mattered. He would be there, every time you woke up, and sometimes that’s all it takes to make you wake up.

Your sunshine, always there when the rain clouds came. Always there, and will never leave.

After the battle of Hogwarts, you spent a lot of time with your parents. You were from a long line of pure-blood healers, known as the Weavers as such after a war, healers were needed. For days on end you were side-by-side with your family as an apprentice healer. You were not an official healer as you technically had not graduated from hogwarts.

In the aftermath of the war it was very evident that the wizarding world has a surplus of under qualified witches and wizards and a high need for more actually qualified witches and wizards.

The wonderful solution was proposed by the Ministry of Magic. A temporary 8th year to catch up the 7th years that did not get a complete education. A one-time all around great idea, right?

Not exactly. The Ministry did not provide any solutions or protections for the Slytherin students, only restrictions. Once a week Aurors would come and interview teachers and Slytherin students to ensure they are all in line.

You can't imagine how that would ever go wrong. Not one thought.

~

You spent most of the summer working with your family. You still had all your books from 7th year so your parents didn't see a need to go out of their way to get you school supplies. It wasn't until the restart of school was one week away did you get a visit from the Weasley Matriarch.

Mrs. Molly walks in with piles of food in tow, she often made meals for the staff at St. Mungos when her eyes landed on you.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Molly." you say.

"Good afternoon dear, are you still working here?" Mrs. Molly looked for your parents not seeing them yet.

"Yes ma'am I am" You smile.

Clearly unamused, Mrs. Molly searches for your parents and talks to them at length before they approach you as a group. They clearly had come up with some sort of plan and were trying to figure out how to tell you.

"What is it?" you ask.

"Well we just were informed that school starts in a week, we've lost track of time and Mrs. Molly has said she can take you to the train." Your parents were trying to push you off on her, and you couldn't complain. Your families have been friends for a while. And you were good friends with Hermione. You just nod and pack your stuff up.

You say goodbye to your family and leave St. Mungos with Mrs. Molly. Even though you floo back to the Burrow Mrs. Molly gives you a flood of questions;

"How long have you been healing with your parents?" -Since the war starting

"Do you like being a Healer?" -I think so.

"Is that what you will do?" - I think so, it's what everyone in the family’s done.

"I've heard about you from Ron." - I've done a couple of studying sessions with Hermione. I met Ron that way..

Seeming pleased with her interrogation you arrived at the Burrow.

Ron seems pleased to see you “Hey I see Mum even dragged you here too!”

“What do you mean “me too”?” you ask.

“Well Hermione and Harry are already here, but I mean they practically live here.”

You nod, glad to know at least someone you know is here.

“Can you guide me to the bathroom Ron,” You gesture to the dirty clothes you were wearing from the hospital, “I’d like to clean up”

“Sure, I’ll see if Gin has anything you can wear until your trunk gets here, George and Mum just left to get it.”

You thank him as he leads you to the bathroom and lets you clean up and get a good shower in. Cleaning the dirt and filth of the hospital along with unidentified bodily fluids, you felt wonderfully clean. You heard a light knock as you were getting out, you wrap yourself up with a towel and open the door slightly.

It was Hermione, “Here's some spare clothes until you get here.” Hermione gives you a neatly folded stack of clothes.

“Thanks Hermione, I appreciate it.” You say as you take the clothes, You change into Hermione's Gryffindor Jumper and some jeans. You laugh as you see yourself in the mirror, a Ravenclaw wearing a Gryffindor Jumper. It was the first time in a while you thought of yourself as a “Ravenclaw” and not as a “Healer Apprentice”.

You leave the bathroom with your dirty clothes in hand, you see George pushing your trunk into a room near the bathroom. You follow him and find out it's Ginny’s room. Hermione and Ginny are already there. In the room you see three beds side by side, you assume it's for the three of you. Ginny and George were already bickering about how he cant be in her room and him shooting back he was helping.

You walk over to your trunk and place the dirty clothes in a separate bag, you grab your Ravenclaw Jumper and throw it at Hermione. “Until you get yours back” You say.

Hermione smiles and immediately pulls it on. “I think it suits me.”

You smile too. “It certainly does.”

You sit and watch Ginny argue with George eager for the next week ahead of you.

~

You lied to yourself by the second day you were riddled with anxiety about not helping your parents, you even dressed in medic robes and tried to leave before hermione pulled you back into Ginny’s room to change.

“C’mon you can’t go.” Hemione stands firm in front of you.

“Hermione, they need all the help they can get.” You beg.

“Will they really notice if one person is gone?” She retorts.

“Yes! Of course I usually handle 20 patients. That's 20 people who rely on me daily that I’m letting down, those are 20 people that are going to be given to other people whose workload is way more than 20. Those patients woke up today and saw a new face. New isn’t exactly comforting given what has happened.”

Hermione considers your logic for a moment. “You’re right it won’t be comforting for them, but you need to stay here Mrs. Weasley will have a brain aneurysm if you don’t. Plus we have to get ready for school, when was the last time you looked at a book?”

“I haven’t had the time for books.” You confess sheepishly.

Hermione shakes her head and gently guides you back to one of the beds. She lets you change into some regular clothes as she pulls out a book from her trunk. The two of you quietly read together until Ginny wakes up.

Ginny takes one look at us and laughs, “C’mon already at least eat breakfast first!” Ginny pulled the two of us to the kitchen to grab a bite.

It was odd walking through the quiet house, listening to the wood creak under our steps. We sneak to the kitchen giggling amongst ourselves, we hardly noticed him.

Harry was leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand as he watched three of his friends sneak into the kitchen like normal teenagers. It made his heart soar to see them acting normal and not fearful. He was worried that you would have tried to run back to the hospital, so he woke up early to stop you if you had tried.

Harry watches as the sun rises and lights up your face, a small smile forming.

You turn to him finally noticing that you’re sharing the space, you jump slightly. You stare at him, your eyes drift to his lips. The small smile he gives you tugs at your heart strings.

The moment is quickly ruined as Ginny shoves food at you and Hermione.

“Harry! You’re up!” Ginny smiles.

“Yeah I am, Rons still sleeping though.” Harry runs a hand through his messy hair.

Your eyes watch his hands as they drift through his messy hair.

“I’ll wake him up, if you’re down for a round of quidditch?” Ginny says.

Harry seems to think for a moment before he nods, “Only if you play,” he turns to you, his eyes looking into yours, “We’d need a keeper on par with Ron.”

You nod. “Yeah I can be the second keeper.”

Ginny turns to you, “I forgot you were the Ravenclaw keeper!”

You just nod gently.

“You should see if you can join the team again, would you even need to apply?” Ginny wanders off to wake up Ron.

Hermione took one glance between the two of you and mumbled something about helping Ginny.

Then you were alone with Harry, the last thing your war fresh 18 year old underdeveloped brain needed. You tried not to stare at him and focus on your food.

“Are you ready for this 8th year thing?” Harry asks as he moves closer to you.

“I mean, I’m ready for it to be over, to be considered actually qualified to be a healer and whatnot.” you say.

“Do you like it? Being a healer?” Harry asks gently.

“It feels right for me, it might not be right for everyone though. What are you thinking of doing Harry?”

“Have I never told you?” You shake your head, “Really? I want to be an Auror!” Harry’s eyes light up as he describes his reasons why. He moves to the same side of the table as you.

You look up at Harry and notice how tall he really is, and how he has developed a bit of stubble on his chin. You try to pay attention to what he was saying and not be too distracted by the warmth that radiated off of him.

Ron was heard yelling and you and Harry jumped apart. You did not realize just how close the two of you were. Your face starts to heat up. Ron grabs food.

“Ginny and Hermione are getting the twins for the game, who’s idea was it anyway? It's too early for a game.” Ron looked between you and Harry. “Was it you Mate?” Ron looks at Harry.

“No, it was Ginny’s idea.” Harry responds.

“Makes sense, of course she would decide this early in the morning was perfect for a match!” Ron complains.

It's 10:30 in the morning.

Rons complaints fall on Harry's ears and not yours. You let him handle all of Ron’s complaints as the twins walk in.

“Good Morning Ron!” George (Fred?) says.

“Good Morning Fred.” Ron replies. “Good Morning Harry!” Fred (George?) says.

“Good Morning Fred.” Harry replies.

Ron stops and looks at Harry, “Only one of them is Fred mate.”

Harry turns to Ron, “And only one of them has both ears.”

You can't help but chuckle. The twins were a little easier to tell apart now sure, but it was a little blunt.

Ron turns bright red, and turns away and finishes his breakfast.

Your savings would suffice for a few months, which would hopefully give you sufficient time to secure an income - key word, hopefully. First on the agenda, however, was exploring your new local area to see if you could make new friends early doors.

And so you found yourself stood outside a completely buzzing joke shop, after visiting the local bakery and book shop. The name of shop was written in gold: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Chadwick, that was a tongue twister - fitting, you supposed.

You pushed open the door to be greeted by both the bell tinkling above you and the sound of laughing children (and even adults) in all corners of the establishment. A smile pulled its way on to your face as you began walking towards the nearest display table, covered in enchanted prank items. You picked up what appeared to be a normal whoopie cushion, and began examining it.

"Looks normal, but is in fact quite the opposite," a British voice in your left ear caught you off guard, making you quickly turn to be greeted by a tall ginger-haired man, "First of all, it camouflages once it's set down, so anyone who's smart enough to check their seats before sitting down can't catch you out."

You stared blankly at the man.

"Second, it doesn't just make a fart sound, it produces the whole package," he grinned, "A hyper realistic fart smell - and even a greenish smoke if the person sits down with a lot of force."

You came to your senses and smiled, putting the cushion delicately back down. "I'm guessing you're Weasley?"

"One of them," he nodded, "There's two others - one of them fresh out of Hogwarts."

You hummed.

"And I was gonna ask why I don't recognise you from school, but I think your accent gives me the answer."

"Yep, I'm an Ilvermorny grad."

"First time in Britain?"

You nodded, "So far, I love it."

He grimaced, "Depends where you go, Diagon Alley gives you an idealistic impression. How long you here for?"

"Indefinitely."

"Oh?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You're living here?"

"As of today," you smiled, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."

"Fred Weasley," he replied, "Allow me to be your first friend in this foreign country."

You giggled at his feigned poshness.

"What are your plans for work?" he asked, beginning to walk away. Instinctively, you began following him.

You shrugged, "I don't know. Haven't thought that far ahead."

"Oh?"

"I have some money saved while I settle in and find a job."

"That's good," he nodded.

"Have you always wanted to run a joke shop?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah. Always," he said with a smile, "Me and my twin brother, George, have loved pranks since we were kids."

You raised an eyebrow, "Twin?"

"Identical - well, used to be. He has a missing ear now so no one ever mixes us up anymore. Sad, really."

You didn't have to ask how he lost the ear.

"Our younger brother, Ron, decided to join us too. Although I don't think it's a childhood dream of his."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Six."

Your eyes widened, "Six?"

"Five brothers, one sister."

"Your poor sister."

"Well, she's not doing too bad for herself. She's just starting her quidditch career and she's dating none other than Harry Potter so," he shrugged.

"You know Harry Potter?"

He laughed, "Well, I went to school with him, so yeah. Although I suppose I am a bit closer than normal as Ron's his best mate and my sister's dating him. He actually helped fund the start of this very establishment."

"That's cool."

Fred beamed at you, "Wanna grab a coffee after my shift?"

***

"So, yeah, that's how I ended up losing my virginity to a no-maj," you finished off, sipping on your piccolo, "Poor guy doesn't know he lost his to a witch."

"How do you know it was his first time?" Fred chuckled, sat opposite you, having been intently listening to the story.

"Because he started crying afterwards saying how God was never gonna forgive him for not saving himself for marriage," you said through stifled laughter.

By this point, Fred was practically cackling.

"Honestly, I took it as a compliment. I'm sexy enough to get a guy to suspend his beliefs for a couple hours."

"Not surprised about that," he gave the slightest of smirks to you.

You stopped laughing, suddenly feeling flushed and embarrassed.

"You told a guy you just met how you lost your virginity and only now you get shy?"

You scoffed, "I didn't realise there were rules around when I'm allowed to get shy."

Fred shrugged, "There should be- by that I mean, you should have to do it more. You're cute when you're shy."

You couldn't help your lips from stretching into a grin.

"Oh, shit, is that the time?"

"What?"

"I agreed to meet some of my brothers and friends for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron."

"Oh-"

"Wanna come?" he quickly asked.

You frowned, "I don't wanna intrude."

"Don't be silly, I grew up on a 'the more, the merrier' policy."

"Well, if you're sure- fuck it."

***

"Fred, there you are!" a voice rang out from the bar, where a group of guys were gathered.

"Where you been, mate?" a man identical to Fred (save for a missing ear) said.

"If you'd been at the shop today, you'd know."

George, the name you remembered from Fred's many stories, laughed, "I'm just teasing. Ron told me," he nodded his head towards one of the other ginger men in the group. That was when he turned to look at you. "So, you're the mysterious lady Freddie disappeared off with."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N."

"Ooh, accent!" the man who had initially called out to you both said.

"Alright, alright. Y/N, that's Lee there, this is my twin, George- obviously. Over there is Ron, Wood, and one of my older brothers, Bill."

They all greeted you.

"So, where in America you from?" Bill asked.

***

Some way, some how, many firewhiskeys later you found yourself laughing your ass off with a bunch of guys you had only met a few hours ago. You were drunker than the rest of them, that was for sure, as despite US drinking laws not having stopped you from drinking to drunkenness before, they still meant you had had less opportunity to do so. Thus, your tolerance wasn't good.

At some point during the evening, your group had migrated from the bar to a larger table in the corner, where you sat with Fred's arm around you.

"Oh, come on, Ron, you have to admit it's a little ironic that your girlfriend is on her way to be the next Minister of Magic meanwhile you run a joke shop," George said through wheezes.

Ron's expression suddenly went solemn, "How could you say that to me?"

Everyone went silent for a few moments, until Ron erupted in laughter again with everyone else swiftly following. You found it even funnier that the jokes weren't actually funny anymore: you all were just plastered.

As the laughter died down again, you turned to Fred at your side, "I like your friends."

"Better not like 'em more than me," he said, "I know it's only been a day but I'd like to think I've already called dibs on you."

"Called dibs on me?"

"Yeah, well, dibs on being the first British guy you date."

You grinned, "That's up to you to make it happen, London boy."

"I'm not even from London," he retorted.

"Eh, tomato, tomato."

***

How things ended up well past midnight with you stumbling down Diagon Alley, a red headed man helping support your weight, and an unhealthy amount of alcohol in your system - you didn't know. All you knew is that you had learned so much about the man in the last several hours that you felt very comfortable with him.

"Okay, love, is this your flat?"

"Yeah, that's the one," you slurred, moving towards the stairs that led up the side.

"Woah, hold up there, pretty girl," he said, quickly aiding you so you didn't trip and break your face, "You shoulda told us you were a lightweight. We wouldn'ta ordered you so many."

You grumbled, but didn't say anything in response, instead fumbling around in your pockets for your keys.

"Fred, I can't find them," you whined.

He pulled out his wand, "Alohamora." The door clicked open. "I see you haven't put an anti-unlocking charm on your flat yet."

"I literally just moved in."

"I feel like it's a first priority."

You didn't reply, instead tumbling forward into your new small home. Again, Fred steadied your weight, chuckling to himself in the process.

"You need to get to bed."

After helping you get your shoes off, Fred walked you to your bedroom and watched in amusement as you collapsed on to the mattress.

"You all good from here, sweetheart?"

You hummed softly, "Thank you, Freddie."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "If you're not too hungover, stop by the shop tomorrow. I can set you up with a job."

"Really?"

"Of course. I have a sneaky feeling you're gonna be in my life for a while."

You giggled, "Me too."

"Alright, I'll see you. Take care."

"You too-" you yawned, "-Freddie."

***

It was mid-afternoon by the time you made it to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, still nursing a hangover but feeling better after a long shower, a painkilling potion and a big glass of a fizzy non-alcoholic drink.

"Oh, good, you're here," Fred opened the door, seeing as the shop was in fact shut. They functioned on weekend days of Monday and Tuesday since Saturday and Sunday were prime business days. (Apart from in the lead up to school starting again, as George explained in detail to you the night prior how they couldn't miss out on any day of the week when Diagon Alley was swarmed with kids.)

"You seem perkier than me," you grumbled, entering the unusually quiet store.

"I didn't get nearly as drunk as you," he reminded, walking towards the back room, "Anyway, I assume you're here for the job?"

You nodded, "That... and to see you."

He gave you a soft smile at that, "You're always welcome."

"You literally met me yesterday."

"What? Were you too drunk to remember what I said last night?"

You suppressed a smile, "No."

"Then you know. Call it divine intuition if you will but you're gonna be around for a while."

"I certainly don't plan on leaving," you replied, following him into the office area.

"Well, let's set you up for a job here then."

"It's really nice of you to do this."

He winked at you, "I don't do favours for free."

"What do you want in return?" you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Another date."

You grinned, "I think I could agree to those terms."

***

Not even a week later, you and Fred were walking down Diagon Alley, ready to go out for lunch for your second date. An hour ago, the sun had been shining brightly in the sky, warming your exposed skin. Now, the shimmery blues had been veiled by a thick layer of dark grey clouds, casting a shadow over the bustling street. You heard Fred, a normally cheerfully optimistic man (as you had quickly learned), let out a sigh.

"Looks like the forecast has taken a turn," just as he finished his sentence, droplets began cascading down from above, growing in intensity by the second.

You couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"Doesn't this bother you?"

You laughed harder, "No. I like it."

Fred smiled at you, "Really? A rainy date?"

You shrugged, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Well, okay, then."

He held out his hand to you, and you took it, letting him twirl you around before you both continued walking in the direction of the café he had in mind.

"Your smile is so pretty," he commented after some moments of delicate silence.

You couldn't help but beam at his words, "Really?"

He hummed, "I could look at it for the rest of my life."

In your chest, your heart was performing somersaults like a circus acrobat, and it was making you feel giddy. This was the most alive you had ever felt and you never wanted to let it go.

"Do it then," you replied, "Nothing's stopping you."

He stopped in his tracks, forcing you to halt as well since your hand remained interlocked with his.

"What?" you asked, looking back at him from your position one step forward.

"Can I?" he spoke with a soft gaze, the usual mischievous glint absent.

"Can you what?"

"Look at your smile forever?"

You shrugged limply, "If you can make me smile forever, sure."

"Can I say something crazy?"

"I would expect nothing less from you."

"I kinda want to marry you."

"Kinda?" you raised an eyebrow, feeling the swarm of butterflies spinning in your stomach but remaining calm and collected on the outside.

"I know we only met a week ago, but what would you say if I asked?"

"Guess you'll have to learn the hard way," you gave him a cheeky grin.

"Okay," he said, and it was only then you realised that the rain had caused the street to clear out of most people. Your eyes widened as he got down on one knee, still holding your hand. Suddenly, you could no longer feel your wet hair clinging to your face, nor your damp clothes sticking to your skin. Not because they had dried, but because all your focus was elsewhere.

You were pretty sure you had forgotten how to breathe.

"Y/N, in the short time I've known you, which is admittedly very short, I have had so much fun," he began, "And as I said right at the beginning, I have a feeling that you're gonna be around a while, it's why I even came over to talk to you the first time you entered my shop- I felt drawn to you. And, well, I'm known for my impulsive decisions, but they've all worked out so far, so, I have no reason not to act on this one too," he took a deep breath, "I don't have a ring right now, but will you marry me?"

You stood, stunned. You hadn't thought he would actually propose to you.

"Don't feel pressured to say yes," he quickly added, making you snap out of your daze.

You shook your head, "Yes- I'll marry you, Freddie."

The man's face lit up as he zoomed to his feet and picked you up, spinning you around as your lips touched each other's for the first time. You couldn't believe it: Fred Weasley was now your fiancé, when he was never even your boyfriend.

"Now, what say we go get some food to celebrate?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me."

***

THREE YEARS LATER.

***

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiator called out, "You may kiss the bride."

You watched from the crowd as Ron pressed his lips to Hermione's, joining the rest of the audience with the applauding.

"This is a lot grander than our wedding," Fred leaned down to whisper in your ear.

You laughed gently, "Ours was a much more last minute affair, Freddie."

"Mm, how long was our engagement again?"

"Three weeks," you reminded, "The courting only lasted a week too."

"What can I say? I'm a man who knows what I want."

You shook your head with a smile, picking up the applause again as Hermione and Ron began posing for photos from the photographer.

"Oh, they're calling us up now," Fred said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to the altar with him. All of the Weasley siblings and their partners were also en route to where the newly weds were.

As you took your position in the photograph with Fred's arm wrapped around you, he leaned down to whisper in your ear yet again.

"Can I just say, my love, you look absolutely gorgeous- as always."

Your bright smile was one of the most genuine in the photograph, as Hermione later commented, and in response to that Fred had immediately taken a copy for your own house.

"What?" he had said when you raised an eyebrow at him, "I told you, I want to stare at your smile forever."

You chuckled.

"And you said I can, provided I make you smile."

You hummed, recalling the conversation that led up to his impromptu proposal fondly.

"And correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm the one that made you smile in this photo."

Unable to argue with him, you gazed at the moving photograph of Fred turning his head away from your ear to smile at the camera. It hadn't quite captured the moment in which he complimented your looks, but it didn't need to, as you knew that you would never forget the context for the image.

Not when your smile really did shine so brightly in it.

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written; 19/04/2023 —> 31/05/2023 published; 31/05/2023 edited; —/—/——

After the war McGonagall gave the okay for students to be allowed in other common rooms, of course going to the dorms where against the rules but everyone still did it and the teachers turned a blind eye. You weren’t really one for skipping class but you were tired and if you were up in his dorm you didn’t have to deal with the Ravenclaw girls that sat next to you in that class.

“That sounds nice” his heart warms as he sees you crack a real smile

Fred wasn’t stupid he could see the rumours where effecting you, it hurt him to see you becoming a shell of your former self while you were out in public. In private you laughed and joked with George and the others, you had even gotten more comfortable around the trio and his sister after spending Christmas in the Gryffindor common room with them.

He loved you more than he thought himself capable of, after that day in the library when you officially became his, his feelings for you grew fast and boy oh boy did he fall hard. He adored the way you would listen to him go on and on about his and Georges latest product, giving him ideas on how to improve them, not only that but you helped him pull pranks now too. The cheeky look you gave him before you threw some dungbombs into some mean Gryffindors dorm was the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. When he told his brother about it he teased him, only he would realise such a thing during an arguably childish prank. Now he knew what his eldest brother meant when he said Fleur was the one, he was positive he was going to marry you one day.

The Easter break was coming up, usually he didn’t go home for it but his mother missed them at Christmas and apparently Charlie was bringing someone home so everyone was going to be there. He already sent a letter to his mother about asking if he could bring you and of course she said yes, he was sure she was already planning your wedding at this point. He was so excited for you to officially meet his family, sure you met them before but that was in the middle of a battle, this time you could meet them properly and as his girl.

Fred was planning on asking you later today but now he decided to wait you went to Hogsmeade with him on Saturday, since you told him you had to get Georges birthday gift after you snuck with George the previous weekend to get Fred’s because you wouldn’t see them on their actual birthday.

“Right” Lupin stretches as he stands up, the class moving their attention towards him as he flicks his wand distributing your graded papers “I will give you a few moments to either cheer or cry before I give each of you some feedback and announce your end of year assignment”

Lupin sighed in relief, most of the papers handed in were beefy, it was now he wished he’d put a page limit or something on it, it took far too long to mark some of them, especially because some of the longer ones where filled with complete dribble. Yours landed on the desk facing down, looking over you saw George high five Neville as well as Hermione and Ginny smiling triumphantly rubbing their O grade in Ron and Harrys face amd in the corner of your eye you spotted Draco give Astoria a kiss on the cheek.

“Ready” Fred draws your attention back to him

“Ready” you nod

Flipping the paper both of your eyes widen, you got an O, for you both it was rare so you couldn’t have been happier. Fred didn’t care he was in class, he gave you a huge hug almost lifting you out of your chair before he gave you a kiss. The kiss earned some whistles and cheers, Georges and Ginny’s being the loudest, meanwhile one pair containing the Ravenclaw that asked out Fred jaws clench at the scene

Remus chuckled shaking his head before interrupting “Mr Weasley, Miss Y/l/n please celebrate in a safe for work fashion”

Fred pulls away laughing himself as he says “Sorry Professor can’t help but kiss her when she’s sitting there all cute and smart” he grins as your eyes go wide burying your head in your hands as your face heats up

Soon the class and you calm down, Remus started going through the pairs giving feedback on what they did well and what could be improved, as well as some interesting things to note about each topic. He finally gets to you and Fred

“Finally, Fred and Y/n, you both did yours on patronus’ in particular corporeal patronus forms. I like that you added that this version is stronger as well as the meanings behind why they differ person to person. For those of you that have forgotten, your patronus, if you are talented enough to cast one, often reveals something about the person they may not have known about themselves. Oh and your patronus can change over time, it would have been useful if you added an example of that, but overall very well done and congrats to you both on casting yours again”

As he finishes the class starts whispering about you and Fred, one Hufflepuff putting up their hand to ask a question “Yes” Remus nods

“What animals were they?” they turn to you and Fred

“Mines is a magpie and my girls a robin” Fred answers proudly wrapping an arm around you, causing you to smile up at him

The Ravenclaw that was partnered with the girl from before puts up her hand, Remus nodding for her to speak “I thought if two people are truly in love they have the same patronus” her words cut right into you, your smile dropping and replaced with a nervous expression

Remus notices answering for you both “That is true but that often doesn’t happen for many years” he clears his throat “Anyway, before you go I shall tell you your final assignment of the year. It will take place the first lesson once you are back from Easter break so please confer with your partners before you leave if you intend on going home. You and your partner are to give a short presentation on your chosen project and you may use practical examples in your presentation, for example Neville and George you both could demonstrate a concealment charm. Right, if you have any questions just wait behind after class other than that you are free to go, have a nice break” He smiles dismissing you all

Packing up you feel the girl’s eyes on you, looking over you see her look you up and down as she walks up giving Fred’s arm a squeeze “Well done Freddie you’re so smart”

“Thanks, but it was a joint effort” he gently removes his arm from her grip

“I’ve always wanted to find out what my patronus is, perhaps you could give me some private lessons” you stand watching the exchange feeling uneasy, it was clear from her tone she was trying to be seductive and you’d be lying if you said hadn’t wished you could be as confident when attempting to flirt with him

Fred smiled politely but inside he felt disgusted at how desperate she was, annoyed she didn’t respect you “I’m sure if you ask Professor Lupin or read a book you can figure out, you are a Ravenclaw after all”

“Aww you calling me smart Freddie” she bats her eyelashes, leaning forward a bit as she gives your boyfriend a clear view down her shirt “Anyway, I’ll see you in charms” she winks walking off with her friend

Fred finally lets his smile drop turning back to you, his heart breaks a bit at your glossy eyes, seeing straight through your fake smile “Come on let’s head back to my dorm, I’ll ask Georgie if we can do our thing later”

“No, it’s okay…” you start but he puts his finger to your lips tutting at you

“We are going back to my dorm to cuddle and nap together…and maybe make out if you’re up for it, got it” he leans down, his smile laced with mischief

“Got it” you reply as he gives you a peck on the lips

The days leading up to the weekend went by quickly, everyone leaving on Sunday to head back for the holidays. You and Fred had already done the prep work for the presentation since you would be staying at Hogwarts, but what you didn’t know was Fred had gotten you both to do it all so the holidays could be spent doing nothing together, assuming you said yes to come home with him of course.

There was something serene about walking hand in hand with Fred through the quiet streets of Hogsmeade. You had already gone to a small shop to get Georges birthday gift, he had mentioned seeing a muggle with a funky jumper covered in little dog faces, saying he’d love one too if it was only a bit more wizardy. So, you got him a cute jumper with little owls on it, you were sure he’d like it especially after Fred gave his twin stamp of approval.

Suddenly Fred stopped walking, abruptly pulling you into one of the side alleys between the shops, trying his hardest not to chuckle at your little yelp. You look up at him baffled just blinking at him as he leans down capturing your lips. Your eyes widen before you sink into the kiss, your hands coming to rest on his chest as his do the same on your hips, pressing you into the wall behind you

Pulling apart you look up at him “Did you pull me in here for a kiss?” you loved how spontaneous he was, you never knew what to expect but you knew it would be sweet and romantic in Fred’s own special way

He smirks down at you “Mad?” leaning down again, noses brushing

“Nope” you bite your lip unable to hold back your smile as he leans in again

“Did you hear Hermione and Harry got invited to spend the holidays at the Weasleys and little y/n didn’t” you are pulled out of your perfect little bubble by the voice of some random student

Fred feels you tense, looking over as the couple of students pass by without noticing the two of you “Looks like they aren’t that serious, must be embarrassed to introduce her to his family” another says

“Knew she wouldn’t last long”

You start to tear up, you were going to miss Fred over the break and as much as you wanted to spend it with him you understood why he didn’t ask. Harry and Hermione even before they started dating Ron and Ginny had spent holidays there, plus with Charlie bringing someone home you knew he might be uncomfortable with some random person being there. Despite it all hearing those words still hurt, every little worry flooding your brain.

“Love” he looks down at you hearing you sniff a bit, tilting your head up he sees the small tears

“I’m sorry I know that’s not how you feel it just… it just…” the tears flow as your voice breaks

“...hurts” he finishes pulling you into a tight hug

Closing his eyes, he rests his chin on your head, this was the first time you had ever fully broken down if front of him. Usually he might see your eyes a bit misty and then he’s able to get a giggle from you, but this time it was too much and he felt guilty he didn’t ask you earlier to come home with him.

“I’m sorry” you mumble into his chest

“Hey look at me” he brings his hands to cup either side of your face making you look at him “You haven’t done anything wrong, if anything it’s my fault I should have asked you sooner”

You pout looking at him confused as you sniffle “Ask me what”

His lips press to a line he gives you a sad smile tucking some hair behind your ear “To come home with me over the break” he shakes his head “I was going to ask you when we went by Black Lake later but I guess that’s ruined” he lets out a breathy laugh

Your lips part “You were going to ask me to come meet your family?” your heart felt like it was going to explode

“Yeah” he smiles down at you “You want to come home with me and meet my beautifully chaotic family, or at least the rest of them if we haven’t already scared you off”

You nod, your tears turning into those of joy “Yes!” you jump up wrapping your arms around his neck, he reacts immediately, lifting you up and spinning you around, both of you starting to giggle and laugh

“I can’t believe your only bringing one tiny little case” Hermione shakes her head

“Godric I’m going home I have clothes there Mione’” Ron grumbles back while the rest of you giggle at their bickering

“You as weird as this sounds they make absolutely no sense yet perfect sense at the same time” George notes as the two continue to bicker oblivious to you all behind them as you head towards the station

“I have no idea how you put up with them for all these years” Ginny squeezes Harrys hand

“You get used it, kind of just becomes background noise after about the fifth year” Harry jokes squeezing her hand back

“Speaking of couples, you excited y/n?” Ginny asks

“Oh yeah you’ve never seen the burrow. It’s awesome!” Harry smiles brightly at you

“I’m kind of a nervous excited” you reply as Fred squeezes your hand

“They’re gonna love you darling, how could the not love my little puff” he kisses your forehead as you all get to the start of the platform

“How the hell did I end up the 7th wheel, I need to get me someone” George scoffs shaking his head

“I thought you were with Angelina” you tilt your head

“Oh yeah” Georges mouth and eyes widen as he realises you still think that was an impromptu date, he looks between Fred and you scratching the back of his head

“What” you look up at them, Harry and Ginny mouth ‘good luck’ behind you as they nip ahead to join Hermione and Ron

“That may or may not have been staged” Fred says hesitantly

“Why would you stage George getting a date?” you giggle nervously

“Because lover boy over here wanted an excuse to spend time with you alone” George punches his brothers arm playfully, just before he goes to leave he smirks “And for the record Ange is great but she’s with Alicia and I’ve had my eye on a certain commentator for a while now” he winks before jogging up to the others waiting for the train

You watch him jog off before turning up to your boyfriend who was blushing a bit, now you knew he was embarrassed he rarely blushed. You could tell he was trying to think of something to say, in your happiness you feel a rush of confidence “You are the cutest person in the entire universe” you pull his lips down to meet yours with his jacket, that seems to restore his own confidence, he loved it when you took initiative like this, moving to cup your cheek.

Your kiss is cut short by someone bumping into you “I’m so sorry!” a brunette girl apologises “I was too busy looking for someone”

“No worries” Fred replies as you both help to pick up her stuff as the person she was looking for jogs up

“Tori I’m so sorry Blaise just wouldn’t get his arse out of the…” Draco’s voice trails off as he sees you and Fred “…hi” he greets cautiously

“Malfoy” Fred’s voice is flat as he stands up, it was clear he hadn’t quite forgiven him but he was going to be civil

“Weasley”

You hand Astoria the last bit of fallen luggage before standing up yourself “Hi Draco” you smile shyly

“Y/n” he gives you a curt nod and smile back, your eyes widen slightly at his use of your first name

The blonde boy actually knew everyone’s names he had just always chosen to address people by their last, but since you were nice enough to actually use his first name he returned the favour. Draco picked up a couple of the bags to help Astoria as they leave.

“Have a nice break” the girl smiles while the boy just gives an awkward nod

“You too” you and Fred reply as you watch them walk towards the train that had just began to pull up

“They make a nice couple don’t you think?” you look up at Fred

He purses his lips as he attempts to think of sometime nice to say about Draco of all people but ultimately fails “Yeah…maybe she’ll make him less of a dick”

You burst out in giggles “Freddie”

“Oh come on its true and you know it” Fred picks up your own luggage “Come on Mione will be here to kick our arses onto that train if we don’t get going”

You cough a bit as you enter the burrow via the floo network, you were last to floo through, everyone else could be heard in the next room. Looking around you smile at the self-knitting needles, the mismatched couches and the overall homeliness of it all. It reminded you so much of your old house, it felt so lived in you could just feel the love radiating off the walls.

Fred puts down your luggage, he looks to see your reaction to the burrow, a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he watches you smile, the look of awe on your face “What do you think?”

“I love it” you answer excitedly

He gives you a kiss on the side of the head before taking your hand “Ready to meet my mum”

“As I’ll ever be” he chuckles squeezing your hand as he leads you towards where everyone else is reuniting.

Walking in you see the whole Weasley clan is already there. Bill and Fleur notice your presence first since everyone else is too busy meeting Charlies partner. Both smiling brightly at you as they walk up, the couple hugging Fred before turning to you

“And this is?” Bill looks towards his brother, raising his eyebrows

“This is y/n” he snakes his arm around your waist “My girlfriend”

They could feel the pride exuding from him as he says it, seeing you in the flesh it was clear to Bill how much his little brother adored you. The eldest Weasley son had always wondered what kind of girl would be the one to finally tame him, much like Ron and Hermione you were opposites, one loud and outgoing the other quiet and shy, the perfect combination.

The couple smile “Nice to meet you” Bill nods

“I remember you from the ball, your dress was so beautiful as were you” Fleur compliments causing you to blush a bit

“Thank you” you squeak out, sure she was only half vela but now you knew how Ron must have felt, she was gorgeous

Bill chuckles, he was more than used to this reaction the same had happened with Tonks as well, although it was even worse for you since you were much shyer than her. Fred just raised an eyebrow at the interaction, thank merlin Fleurs taken or I’d be in trouble, he joked to himself

“Fred!” Molly interrupts pulling you out of your slight bi panic on Fleur

“Hey mum” Fred returns his mother’s hug

Bill gives you a reassuring smile as he and Fleur move to go talk to the others. As she pulls away her face lights up as she looks you up and down, she remembered overhearing her son talk about you at the battle and since he when back to Hogwarts mentions of you have only increased in his letters home

“Hello dear” she pulls you into a hug

You didn’t even care if she was suffocating you, the hug was filled with the kind of paternal affection you missed more than anything. Eventually she does pull away as Fred says something about crushing you.

“It’s so nice to officially meet you, welcome to the family” she pinches your cheeks leading you to meet the rest of the Weasleys, you look behind to see Fred smiling as he follows you both

You were introduced to Arthur first who was thrilled to have another person he could ask about all thing’s muggle related, after exhausting Hermione over the last few years. Then you were introduced to Charlie and his partner, who then told you some of the coolest stories you had very heard, his partner had even better ones, wowing everyone with a story about how they rode a dragon when they were just 14. Finally, you met Percy who was way more relaxed than he used to be when you saw him at Hogwarts, much to the families delight.

Once you had eaten dinner, Molly and Arthur went to bed, followed by Bill and Fleur about an hour later, with Charlie, his partner and Percy turning in not long after them. The 7 of you sat up for a while exchanging and reminiscing about different things before everyone decided to head to bed. You and Fred were last to head up as you needed to get a glass of water, but in reality, you were just trying to delay going up.

You and Fred had napped together before but you had never slept overnight. Being in different houses it was risky; the professors being only so lenient about it. It didn’t help that George had teased you both about not getting up to anything while he’s sleeping when he headed up to his and Fred old bedroom.

“Mind pouring me one too” you turn at Fred’s voice behind you

Instead of pouring him one you just hand him the rest of yours, he grins taking it from you leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek before gulping it down. He places the glass in the sink, looking back at you “Ready for bed” he holds out his hand

Meeting his eyes, you instantly feel relaxed, you were still nervous but you knew everything would be okay as long as you were with him. Nodding you take his hand letting him lead you upstairs. Entering the bedroom, you find George already sound asleep, soft snores coming from his side of the room. Fred pulls off his shirt, casually throwing it onto a chair before going into a drawer and pulling out a pyjama top. He turns around to see you staring at his chest, lips ever so slightly upturned. As he puts on the top you snap out of your daze, embarrassment flooding your face as you realise he caught you not so subtly admiring him.

He smiles at your cute expression before looking over at your packed case, deciding to go back in and pull another one of his shirts handing it to you “Here, save you unpacking tonight”

You nod taking it from him, smiling down at it while he turns around giving you privacy. You undress leaving yourself in just your underwear, slipping on his shirt its huge, even on Fred you were sure it would be too big. The shirt fell to your mid-thigh, you lift up the front giving it a sniff, sighing as you breath in Fred’s scent.

You walk up tapping his shoulder, he turns around giving you a smile before it drops making you tilt your head. It was then you saw his eyes trailing up and down your body in particular your exposed legs. He sees you shift from one foot to the other snapping him out of his own admiring, quickly whispering an apology

“It’s okay, I’m going to get into bed” you lean up giving him a kiss before walking around lifting up the covers

Fred gulps as the top rides up a bit, tearing his eyes away as he goes to slip into pyjama bottoms while your fixing the covers. As you settle into bed he joins you, laying on his back you shuffle closer. He grins as you snuggle into his side before wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes you smile “Goodnight Freddie” leaning up you kiss him, he holds you as you try to pull back extending the kiss, giving you a few extra pecks before eventually letting you go.

As you return to your original position you feel him kiss you head “Goodnight my little puff”

“Freddie” you poke your boyfriends face kneeling on the bed next to him but he remained asleep

You look over to see George still completely out as well, pouting you have an idea. Jumping up you walk down into the kitchen, Bill and Charlie raise an eyebrow as you go to fill two pots with water, Percy walking back into the room smirking, having a good idea as to what you are up to. You pick up the pots heading out of the kitchen ignoring the smirks from the older boys, you freeze as Molly walks in. The older women looks at the two pots then back at you before smiling, nodding her head for you to take them upstairs.

As you re-enter the bedroom the boys are still asleep, you set the pots down grabbing a regular pen from your bag proceeding to draw some funny faces on your boyfriend and George. Giving George ‘Harry’ style glasses and Fred a little curly moustache as well as a little kiss when you finish. Grabbing your wand, you lift the two pots over the boy’s heads

“Sorry Freddie” you whisper to yourself as you tip the water on them.

“Holy mother of Godric!” George snaps up mouth wide open at the freezing cold water

“Merlin!” your boyfriend exclaims with a similar expression

The two look up to hear you unable to hold your giggles, Fred’s face instantly relaxes shaking his head as he chuckles. Looking over at George his laughter increases, this brother doing the same as he sees Fred’s face.

“Nice tash” Fred tilts his head looking in the mirror then to you with a ‘I’m going to get you back for that’ look

“Nice glasses” Georges laughter stops, jumping up he looks in the mirror “And I thought you were going to be a good influence” he shakes his head at you

You barley register any of that as you’re dying of laughter, once you finally compose yourself you speak grinning like a madman “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks y/n” George chuckles a bit as he gives you a hug “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to wash this off because Harry will get jealous I pull this off better than him” he walks out and you turn back to Fred

Walking up to him you don’t care that’s he’s drenched, you sit on the bed leaning up to give him a kiss “Happy Birthday Freddie”

I’m so in love with her, Fred thinks as he grabs your face to kiss you again “Thank you darling”

The twin’s birthday was spending in the burrow with family, George loved your gift even wearing it the rest of the day. Fred loved his gifts too, you got him a little photobook filled with photos of you both and after going to the weirdest shop in Hogsmeade you got a little charmed ornament that held Fred’s patronus, well actually it was Georges but they had the same one.

Later in the day, Fred took George out to play quidditch with the others but little did the younger twin know the whole thing was actually a distraction. Fred knew George and Lee loved each other, both were just too scared to say it. He knew George was planning on confessing when Lee got back from touring but Fred thought his brother deserved a much more epic confession. You had helped him plan it all week, so now Hermione, Ginny and yourself were all sat in the kitchen watching them play outside as you waited for Lee to arrive via the floo network

“How’s your stay been so far y/n, I hope we haven’t scared you off yet” Ginny winks at you

You giggle “It’s been amazing and you all are wonderful, I’m just happy I get to be a part of it”

The girls smile at you, Ginny giving you a small side hug “Well I can’t wait to call you both my sisters officially one day” the red-haired girl giggles as you and Hermione blush a bit

The three of your eyes are drawn towards the window as Fred catches a quaffle right outside, shouting ‘sorry that was Bills fault’. Hermione and Ginny don’t fail to notice the beam on your face as Fred winks at you before he flies off

“You and Freddie have been getting close over the last few days” Hermione raises her eyebrow “Have you two ya know…”

“Shagged” Ginny blurts out making you blush and Hermione nudge her

“I was trying to be subtle, merlin Gin” she looks back at you “But…have you?” she muses

You stare between the two of them, sure you and Fred had definitely had the opportunity having his dorm to yourselves a couple times but you had never gone further than making out. You knew Fred was experienced while you? Not so much but you knew you loved him and you were ready to take the next step

You shake your head “We’ve made out and things, I think I’m ready but I’m just a bit anxious” you laugh nervously

“I was nervous the as well with Ron” Hermione confesses “Especially since I wasn’t his first” she pouts a bit

“Me too with Harry even if I had already been with Dean” Ginny admits “It’s natural to be a bit scared” she squeezes your hand “Fred loves you, like he love loves you, his eyes shine brighter when he looks at you than when he first saw the shop all finished”

You smile “I know he loves me, we haven’t said it yet but I know he does and I love him” they smile “Its more the things outside our relationship that makes me worried”

“Like those bitches in Ravenclaw” Ginny’s jaw clenches, she knew all about them even almost tried to kill one of them during a quidditch match

“I know I shouldn’t let those rumours they spread get to me, I know they’re false but its more the fact they flirt with Freddie right in front of me like I don’t even exist. I just watch as they fawn all over him, I mean Freddie must think I’m pathetic standing there” you sigh placing your head on the table

“You aren’t pathetic y/n and Fred certainly has never thought that” Hermione tries to console you

“I know this might not be the advice you want to hear but you need to put them in their place” Ginny says as she rubs your back

“What do you mean?” you look up at her

“Well I had a similar problem with girls coming up to Harry being the chosen one and everything, you just have to mark your territory a bit. Of course, I told them to get fucked and may or may not have threatened them to back off with my…” Ginny is cut off

“Ginny!” Hermione looks at her friend appalled “You didn’t?”

“What, one of them tried to slip him a love potion, you would have done the same” Ginny defends herself as you giggle a little “Anyway what I’m saying is next time they come up to Fred stand your ground a little bit”

“And maybe don’t threaten them like Gin” Hermione adds getting a little glare from Ginny

“You think that would work?” they nod “I don’t know if I have it in me” you frown

“You do, trust me theirs a little fire in there” Ginny points to your stomach “every woman has it”

“She’s right, I didn’t think I had it in me either until I told…” Hermione stops herself “…we shouldn’t speak ill of the umm” she swallows hard as Ginny cringes

You knit your eyebrows together “You both know Lavender is alive right?” you look between them

The girl’s eyes widen “Wait, really?” Ginny asks

“Yeah, I mean she didn’t come back because she was turned into a werewolf but yeah she’s alive” you clarify

“How do you know?” Hermione inquires

“Jess sent me a letter saying she was one of her first customers since she sells wolfbane potion on discount” you explain

“Oh” Hermione nods head tilted

“Okay then, you show those bitches he’s yours just like Hermione handed Lavender’s arse to hers” Ginny perks up patting Hermione’s back as she goes a bit red

“Amen sister” you all jump at Lees voice behind you

“Bloody hell” Hermione sheiks before cringing “Crap I’m turning into Ron”

You, Ginny and Lee laugh at her as she buries her head in her hands giggling before you turn to greet the boy “Hey Lee”

“Hey y/n, looks like we both bagged ourselves a twin each huh” he smirks at you as you giggle “Speaking of Gin do you have it set up?”

After double checking everything you and the girls huddle by the window as you watch for Georges reaction as Lee starts commentating on the ‘match’

“Oh, looks like Georgie boy has the ball, he’s weaving through the other chasers before stopping and staring at his very handsome, very successful friend that loves him very much, way more than a friend so he’s decided to surprise him and pronounce his love for his ginger on his 21st birthday…” you all giggle at the commentating, smiling as Georges face light up “…and now he’s flying down, he touches the ground discarding the quaffle and broom, walking up to... mhm” Lee is cut off by George kissing him, the rest of the family cheering as they touch down on the ground behind

Fred looks over to see you, Hermione and Ginny cheering through the window. You catch his eye watching as he smiles brightly mouthing ‘thank you’

“Hey love” Fred greets you as he walks into the bedroom

“Hey Freddie” you smile up at him “Where’s Georgie and Lee?”

“Lee booked a room in a hotel for a couple of nights so he and Georgie are staying there tonight” he gives you a knowing look

“Oh” you giggle catching on “So we have the room to ourselves?”

“Yup, a night of peace and quiet” Fred jokes as he goes to get his pjs out

You grip his jumper stopping him, making him turn to look at you. He looks at you confused as you lead him towards the bed sitting him down, before climbing onto his lap.

He smirks “I see what you’re doing little puff” he nuzzles his nose with yours as he moves his hand up to your cheek capturing his lips with yours “Happy Birthday to me” he mumbles against your lips as you giggle a little

Soon his hands move down to your waist as the kiss heats up, yours moving to the back of his neck. As Fred slips his tongue into your mouth your hands glide down to lift the hem of his shirt. Fred eyebrows knit together as he pulls back taking your hands in his stopping you

“I’m sorry” you apologise feeling a bit embarrassed

Fred shakes his head “Oh no, don’t be sorry love” he cups your cheeks “Just because we have the room to yourselves and it’s my birthday doesn’t mean you need to feel like we have to go further than your comf…”

You cut him off moving your own hands up to grip his wrists “I want to” you smile bringing his hand up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss on the palm

Fred looks into your eyes to make sure you want this as much as he does, looking for any sign of worry but he only finds love in them. He smiles moving into kiss you again, letting you take off his shirt this time.

You feel yourself being pulled aside as you walk towards the Great Hall for breakfast, looking up you see your boyfriend

“Freddie where are we going?” you ask as he leads you down an empty corridor

“Patience little puff” he says, looking around before tugging you into a small enclave

“Oh, that’s where we’re going” you grin up at him

“Actually, I pulled you in here for something else” your grin drops but quickly returns “But while we are here” he places his bag on the ground next to you and picks you up, holding you against the wall as you wrap your legs and arms around him

“Freddie” you giggle as he places kisses all over your face

“What? Do you want me to stop love?”

You shake your head “Never” he moves in to properly kiss you

After his birthday you and Fred only grew closer, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you were the same with him. Your PDA definitely increased, whenever you were together he always had his arm around you and in class he would either hold your hand under the desk or have his hand on your thigh. You were still nervous but after your talks with Ginny and Hermione and Molly absolutely adoring you, you felt more confident.

The Ravenclaw girls and a lot of others had noticed the increase in you and Fred affections, the girls were furious on the first day back when they spotted a hickey on Fred’s neck. Although they quickly clapped back, spreading the rumour that you and Fred had finally did it and he would use you up and throw you away any day now.

Fred pulls back, gently setting you down as you wobble a little straightening out your uniform. As you fix your skirt you remember Fred actually had something to tell you before your impromptu make out session “Freddie?”

“Yeah love?” he smiles down at you

“What did you want to tell me?” you bite your lip

“Oh” his eyes light up in recognition “We don’t have any classes together until Dark arts and I want to make sure you were alright for the presentation” he pushes some of your hair back

Your heart flutters “I’m okay a bit nervous but…” you take his and in yours “…as long as you’re with me I know it’ll all be okay”

He smiles down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead “Right you better get to breakfast”

“Are you not coming?” you ask as you exit the little enclave

“Me and Georgie have a little something we need to do” he flashes you a toothy grin

You start giggling at him before your attention is pulled to some people approaching. Looking over, you and Fred sigh as you see the girl who just can’t take no for an answer walk right up to you both, well, walk right up to Fred with her little posse behind her.

“Hiya Freddie” she smirks at him, it falters a little as she sees your clothes are a bit rugged but she recovers “I just wanted to wish you luck with your presentation today” she bites her lip

You roll your eyes, although you did realise Ginny was right, you could feel a small ember in you as you watched her tragic display.

Fred nods giving a fake smile “Thanks, good luck to you as well”

“Aww thank you” she glances at you as she goes to rub Fred’s arm but stops at a voice booming down the corridor

“Fred!” George shouts down the corridor “Get your arse over here!” he gestures

“Oh shit” Fred looks at you “Sorry love, I’ll see you later okay?” you nod as he kisses your cheek quickly running off following his brother down the hall

You chuckle a little as you watch him run off before turning back to the girl who lets her true colours show, all of her friends giving you death glares behind her.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Hufflepuff” she steps towards you making you step back “Showing up out of nowhere and bewitching our Freddie like that, what, you use one of their little potions on him or something?”

“No” you answer meekly

“You sure? Because Freddie’s been around a bit” you grimace slightly “He’s handsome, tall, popular, not to mention he’s now a war hero and rich with that little shop of his. As for you…” she looks you up and down “…you’re a pathetic little Hufflepuff with no friends, sitting alone at the table every morning with your little book, just face it to him you’re nothing more than a pity fuck” she makes a teasing expression as her friends laugh behind her

“What can the little Hufflepuff not talk back?” one of her little followers’ mocks, the boy giving a pouty expression

“You think your special?” she scoffs “I bet he hasn’t even told you he loves you, hell, your patronus’ weren’t even the same. Just face it y/n, you’ll never be his, eventually he’ll realise he should be with me” she crosses her arms smiling smugly along with her friends behind her

In that moment you felt something snap, maybe this was what the girls were talking about, you felt that fire ignite. Little did you or those girls realise Fred had heard the latter end of the conversation as he came back to get the bag he forgot when he ran off with George. He was about to step in when you finally stand up to them

“Listen missy, I’m tired of you and your desperate pleas for my boyfriend’s attention, its embarrassing watching you throw yourself at him. I mean do you have any respect for yourself?” her eyes widen, as do the other girls as you point at her “I’m not going anywhere so you better back off because I’m his and he’s mine” Fred admires you as you speak, heart welling as you calling him yours.

He steps forward “Well said darling” he announces his presence causing the girls head to whip towards him looking mortified, similar expressions on her friends faces as well

“Freddie…I” the girl whines as she falters trying to find something to say

“You heard my girl, back off” he smirks as he comes up wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a little shake

The girls run off quickly, as you start breathing heavy “Did I really just do that” you look up at him in disbelief, putting a hand over your mouth letting out a small laugh

Fred smiles “Yup and it was badass love” he moves placing his hands on your shoulders rubbing up and down “You have no idea how proud I am” he kisses your forehead

“You are?”

“Yeah” he nods leaning down to your ear “Not to mention how hot you are when you’re all fired up like that” you giggle as he tugs you closer to him

“Want to skip our first classes?” you bite your lip

“Hell yeah” you giggle as he takes your hand leading you back to his dorm

“Well done Mr Malfoy, Miss Greengrass, excellent presentation” Remus compliments, smiling as they sit back down Draco gives Astoria’s hand a small squeeze under the desk

“Alright finally Mr Weasley, Miss Y/l/n” he invites you and Fred up to the front of the class “Just begin when you are ready”

“Hello everyone” Fred’s greet the class “Our presentation is on patronus’, in particularly corporeal patronus forms. These are more powerful that non-corporeal form but they are much hardest to cast, my little sister and future brother in law…” he winks at Harry who goes red as Ginny giggles “…have two of the most powerful ones I’ve ever seen”

He looks to you to continue, you take a breath before speaking “These forms are unique to each person and are produced using a powerful memory, most often being a happy one, but any positive memory, like love is a very powerful emotion that can be used when attempting to produce one. These can change overtime, for example Professor Lupins wife’ patronus changed from a rabbit to a wolf as she fell in love with him” you smile at Remus who returns it

Fred takes it from there “Patronus’ can take on the form of any living creature, most common being regular animals like dogs, cats etc. but there are some that take the form of magical creatures, like Professor Dumbledore had a Phoenix and a man called Andros the Invincible supposedly had one in the form of a Giant…but…” you and Fred pull your wands out “…why tell you all about these when we could show you?”

“Ready love” he whispers giving your hand a squeeze

“Ready”

You give each other one last smile as you both say the words Expecto Patronum, the class sits in awe as light floods from the ends of both of your wands. The light beginning to take its forms, the class lets out a ‘ooo’ in unison while you and Fred look at each other smiling before your attention is pulled by another student

“Hey their patronus’ are the same!”

Fred and you look over to see Fred patronus is no longer a magpie but a robin like yours. You both look back at each other as your patronus’ dance around the classroom. In that moment you knew of certainty he loved you as much you love him and it was now your turn to not care if you were in class. You grab him by the collar of the shirt and pull him down to your lips, kissing him with everything you had, to which he more than happily returns, even dipping you down for extra flourish.

The class looks up at the two of you as the patronus’ dissipate, erupting in cheers, even Draco, Pansy and Blaise smiling and clapping at the scene.

“That’s my future sister in law” George cheers

“Get some y/n!” Ginny shouts

As you both pull back you speak “I love you” looking up into his eyes as your still dipped down in his arms

He smiles at you “I love you more” he captures your lips again

Remus shakes his head chuckling at the scene, overjoyed for you both, but he does give a little cough to let you both know you are still in a room. You and Fred pull back as he helps you to stand up properly, you’re like a little like jelly from the kiss. Your legs start to feel even more wobbly as get fluttered realising you actually just did that in a room full of people, while Fred just slithers his arm around your waist giving you a kiss on the fore head before stepping forward

“I hope you enjoyed our presentation, I know I did, we didn’t even know about the plot twist finale” he jokes as the class giggles, pulling you over to him you giggle as you both bow to the class“Thanks for listening” 

George took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Fred had been quiet, thoughtful and moody the past couple of days and George was tired of it. “So listen,” George said clearing his throat, “I’ve been thinking about dying my hair blue, that outta help the customers tell us part.” “Sure. Wait what?!” Fred furrowed his brows at his brother. “Aaah!!” George said pointing an accusatory finger at Fred, “So you only listen when you want to.” Fred, huffed and mumbled a string of curse words at George. “You know if I’d heard anything you just said I’d be offended but I didn’t so I’m not,” George said with a triumphant smile. Fred rolled his eyes giving him a small smile. “You’ve been in a foul mood since Sunday night. It is now Wednesday mate and frankly you are starting to get a bit annoying.” Fred glared at his brother but George ignored him and continued. “Out with it, what’s troubling you?” “It’s Hermione mate,” Fred sighed. George snickered as he wiggled his brows, “Trouble in paradise Freddie?” 

“I asked her out about a week ago,” Fred sighed, rubbing his hands on his face. “And?” George said impatiently. “Well when I tried to finalize plans for our date last Sunday after dinner at the burrow, she looked at me annoyed and sighed ‘What about Friday?’ ”George looked at him, fighting a smile, “Is that what you were doing while she was reading under the tree?” “Yeah,” said Fred, hurt and confusion on his face. George was soon howling with laughter which made Fred scowl. “You are telling me that,” George choked through his laughs, “YOU asked Hermione Bookworm Granger a question while she was reading?” “Yes,” Fred said with uncertainty. George laughed harder, making himself fall off the desk he was sitting on. 

Fred laughed in annoyance,”I don’t find this funny at all Georgie, '' he said, hoping his brother's childhood nickname would make him stop, “I think she's mad at me.” “Okay, okay. Look here you idiot,” George said, pushing himself off the ground, “I’ve got a few things to say, ONE!” he shouted, “Hermione is not mad at you. She, for some unknown reason, loves you just as much as you love her.” Fred looked at his brother with worry on his face, “I don’t know.” “AND!!” George shouted ignoring his brother, “Everyone, in both Wizarding and Muggle worlds, knows you don’t interrupt a bookworm when they are reading.” 

“Is that really a thing?” Fred asked unsure. George rolled his eyes and ignored him, “TWO!!” he said loudly as he grabbing a roll of parchment form his desk, “You don’t, *whack* talk *whack* to a bookworm *whack whack* when they are *whack whack whack* nose deep in a *whack whack whack* book. *whack whack whack whack* “Ouch,” Fred snapped, “Okay, I get it.” “THREE!!” George shouted as he whacked Fred with the roll of parchment again. “Ouch! Quit it!” Fred yelped, “Or Merlin help me I will hex you.” 

“Three,” said George softly, “When was the last time you talked to Granger Fred?” “Uh, not since Sunday,” Fred said quietly. “Exactly, you won’t know what she was thinking Sunday if you don’t talk to her. It’s called communication Freddie, it’s an important part in every relationship. Now stop being a baby and owl the woman. Remind her of your date and then actually talk to the woman, in person. Sort this out” George said matter of factly.

Fred shot out of his chair suddenly, “George you’re a genius!” Fred said, putting his hands on the side of his brother's head and bringing him close to give his forehead a loud noisy kiss.” “Oh God,” George wiped his forehead. An annoyed look on his face, “I better be the godfather to your first born.” 

____________________________ (The Burrow)

“I feel so bad Gin,” Hermione groaned as she covered her face with the book she’d been trying to read. “Why?,” Ginny said absentmindedly as she sat on the floor. Her back was against her bed as she tossed a quaffle against the wall. 

“Well I’d completely forgotten I had a date with Fred this Friday. And at Sunday dinner, when he reminded me about our date I’d completely forgotten about it,” Hermione gasped, “I think he’s mad at me.” Ginny snorted and both girls burst into giggles. “Ginny it’s not funny,” Hermione’s giggles had turned into a desperate whine. “I was in the middle of my book,” she said, “He caught me off guard! I never forget things. It was a really good book.” Ginny laughed harder, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Ginny!,” groaned Hermione. “He’ll be fine. I ignore Fred and George all the time and they still talk to me,” she said dismissively. “Listen, don’t worry,” Ginny said, “You. Are. Good.” “Ginny his face,” Hermione said holding back a sob, “you should have seen Fred’s face.” Hermione grabbed her chest with a pained expression, “He looked so embarrassed and hurt. Probably thought I didn’t love him anymore.” She turned to Ginny, worry etched on her face. 

“Again, I ignore them all the time,” Ginny said nonchalantly. “Yeah but you’re their sister Gin.” Hermione said, covering her face again.

“Look it’s gonna be fine, 100% sure he’s not mad or hurt by this. I am sure the idiot realized he was interrupting you as you read your book,” Ginny finished with a shrug. “Listen, it’s just Fred, he's not mad or upset with you. I’m sure of it. But if it makes you feel better just make it up to him.” “Make it up to him how?,” Hermione asked. “Well,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “You could always kiss him. That shuts him up.”

Hermione was about to shush Ginny when she interrupted my obnoxious hooting. “Is that...does Apollo have a howler attached to him?,” Hermione said as she looked at the tawny owl in confusion. “I believe he does,” Ginny said looking curiously at Hermione, “It’s probably a mistake,” she said walking closer to Apollo.

“Oooh,” Ginny covered her mouth with her hands as fought the urge to laugh. “What is it?” Hermione asked. “Hermione it’s for you.” “ME?!,” Hermione squealed loudly. “Yup!,” Ginny giggled . “Don’t laugh,” Hermione chuckled nervously. Ginny giggled, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I wonder who it’s from,” Hermione shrugged. Ginny smiled, “Well, it’s starting to smoke so I guess we will soon find out.” 

Hermione took a deep breath and nervously opened the shaking red letter. 

“GRANGER!'' Fred's voice filled the room. “WAIT GEORGE SHOULD I USE HER FULL NAME!?” "YES STUPID!!,” George bellowed back, “IT MAKES IT MORE ROMANTIC!.” “OH YOU’RE A GENIUS!,” Fred shouted back. “HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! I AM VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR DATE THIS FRIDAY!! I WILL BRING YOU HAPPY FLOWERS FROM THE MOUNTAINS, BLUEBELLS, DARK HAZELS, AND RUSTIC BASKETS OF KISSES AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN POSSIBLY FIND TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE AN INCREDIBLE TIME FRIDAY NIGHT. I AM GOING TO STOP NOW BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING ANYMORE OR WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT I KNOW YOU LOVE THAT NERUDA BLOKE AND I THOUGHT THAT BIT FROM ONE OF HIS POEMS FLOWED NICELY IN THIS LETTER. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU GRANGER. ALWAYS. MMMMUUAAAHH!

The letter tore itself up leaving behind a deafening silence.