#fred weasley reader

Summary: You’ve been with Fred since third year. Kind of like Ron and Hermione, you were best friends since first year and didn’t tell each other how you felt. You kept it to yourself and it caused so many rows and fights with each other. You just wanted each other so much, but were worried you’d ruin a friendship if the other didn’t love you in return.

**Flash forward to the Battle of Hogwarts, end of seventh year for you & the twins, Ron, Harry & Hermione end of their sixth**

The war had taken so much from you… you just want it to end. Before it takes more. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

Warnings: death, talk of suicide, talk of sex

[[I will update this with a part 2 when I can! The part 2 being Fred’s pov]]

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So many people have died. So many that the war took from you. The war did not discriminate between those that deserved it and they those who truly were in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

You, your entire school and family (the Weasley’s, Harry, and Hermione) have been fighting this war for hours, almost days. You were so ready for it to be over, but it didn’t seem that that was going to happen anytime soon. You were walking around on egg shells hoping not to come up on anyone else dead. You don’t think you could handle it anymore. 

You were with Luna, running around stupefying death eaters and honestly, killing anyone that got in your way. You were once such a quiet soul who could never imagine speaking unforgivable curses and actually seeking to kill, but this was war. You just walked upon Greyback doing unimaginable things to Lavender and you just shouted the first thing that came to mind. 

Fandom: Harry Potter 

Summary: Heads or Tails, which would you chose

Pairing: Fred Weasley x OC 

Notes: Chose your Ending! This is one of two possibilities 

Other ending: Coming soon 

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The electricity jolted through his body and Fred gasped for air like a fish. His eyes wide as he coughing up blood.

“What…. what…”

“There is no way in hell you are dying before me” Rose hissed putting a hand over his face. He took it eyes wide panting still trying to take in what was going on around him. Gently, with the help of Percy she helped Fred up escaping down to the infirmary.  

Helen met them at the door helping Fred onto a chair as Rose explained what happened.

“It worked…” the older girl said more to herself than her cousin.

“What do you mean it worked!” Rose shot, the thought of it not working made her heart freeze over. The possibility. “You said it would!”

“I said it might…” Helen said checking the boy's eyes and pulse, “we’re going to have to check him for brain damage and…”

An unearthly scream cut her off. Everyone turned to see Liam bursting into the room, a bloody Clara in his arms. Behind them, Alfie let out a few more curses at someone who was obviously following them.

“Help her!” Liam yelled, “It was a werewolf.”

Both Helen and Pomfrey rushed to his side helping set the screaming sobbing girl onto a table. Her blonde hair was matted with blood and her hands were gripping Liem so tightly she was going to leave a bruise.

“My legs, I can’t feel my legs!” Clara screamed as Helen pulling her bag with her muttering something to Pomfrey was nodding.

Rose watched as if the world around her was spinning, turning to Alfie, as if in a daze. What was happening? Where was she? When was she going to wake up from this nightmare?

“What… happened?” she choked out, her brother turned to her. His eyes wide and hollow.

“She…” it was all he could get out before he bent over and threw up all over Rose’s feet. Rose knelt down rubbing her brother’s back as he tried to right himself. His body rocking with sick and sobs.

“There… It got a Ravenclaw, Clara was trying to help him get out…” Alfie mumbled, “There was so much blood.”

“Liam,” Helen said, voice was sharp as her brother turned storming toward the door, wand in hand.

“Liam wait!” Rose echoing Helens as she tried to help her brother who was gagging on the floor. Hand reached out as if she could grab the other boy and pull him back to safety.

Her cousin paused for a moment turning to look at her. His look was so fierce it frightened Rose. For the first time in her life Rose felt scared of him and remembered how powerful he had become, “They can’t get away with this” He hissed venom in his voice that made her blood run cold, “I’m going to kill them all.”

From behind her, Rose could hear Clara’s sobs as Helen quickly tried to stop the bleeding on her legs.

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That first year after the Death of Voldemort was one of the worst years in Rose’s life. So many deaths lay in their wake. It was as if every day there was another Oh you remember that one boy? That one mother? That teacher? It was the same conversation over and over with a different name.

Rose tried to block it out, the pain and guilt was something she just couldn’t handle. She knew she was selfish as she focused on helping Fred recop. Coming early every day to the Weasley home leaving late at night. Some days just getting him up to eat and talk was a pure victory while other days just being able to hold his hand and know he was right there was all she needed.

Survivors guilt, that’s what Helen had called it. But Rose would just brush her off as she kept busy after all it wasn’t just Fred that needed help rehabilitating. Clara had lost her legs and some days Abigail's memories were so bad she couldn't even remember her own name.  

And there were others, scars that weren’t as visible. Alfie was never the same after that day. His happy songs turned to tragic ones. Using his music was a way to express himself. He became a famous singer and turned the world. He was never able to look at Clara the same way again. Blaming himself for what happened.

Liam became a Marksman like their Uncle Nolan. He married Carrie a few months after the war. It was a small wedding and an even smaller honeymoon.  Carrie never complained about his long absences, instead keeping herself busy starting her fashion line for witches and wizards.

And a year after Fred kept to his promise and married Rose.

With George as the best man and Clara was Rose’s Maid of Honor sitting in her new wheelchair. Norie caught the bouquet. Rose got cake all over Fred’s face before he shoved her almost head first into his piece.

Almost two years later they had a girl who Fred insisted on calling Georgina.

The day she was born Fred stood there holding his little girl. His eyes so wide and calm. Calmer than Rose had ever seen him before. Turning he looked over at this beautiful wife “I want more” he whispered, “I want a house filled with laughter like yours. I want there to be so many children we can’t move.”

“Wait a few weeks before telling me that,” Rose mumbled, “I just got that one out.”

Like he promised Rose ended up having seven children. Each with large smiles and a great sense of humor. There was never a dull day in the Primmington/Weasley house. Somedays Rose felt like their laughter shook the very rafters.

There was Georgina, the eldest who sometimes seemed to take that responsibility a little too seriously. She would stand up for anyone who was weaker than herself and if anyone even looked sideways at her siblings they would end up with a nasty hex that would take weeks to remove. She was almost always in and out of trouble because of her protective nature, however, her punishment at home was never much more than a wink from her father and fake apologies to the teachers from her mother.

Josh was the second and unlike his namesake took on more of his mother’s temperament. With Fred’s flaming red hair and Mother’s bright green eyes, he looked like trouble a mile away. But with one soft smile, he could disarm anyone. He had a knack for talking his more mischievous siblings out of trouble with some large vocabulary and calm demeanor.

Amelia -called Amy by all her friends and a few enemies-  was Fred’s daughter. A born troublemaker, when she gave her mother that little glint in her brown eyes Rose could only see Fred plotting some crazy scheme. She was the one who caused her parents the most grief yet the most laughs. While she was 2 years younger than Freddie and James the three of them would get into more trouble that would rival her father and his brother in their days.

Jack just wanted to be able to do things. He was always in the middle of the action ready and willing to do anything. Never the one hanging the bucket over the door but the one hoisting his sister up. He worshiped Amy and she was his inspiration for anything he did. He had Rose’s observations people and Fred’s creativity to get in and out of a situation. In many ways, he was a born leader and a born follower. Like Fred, he was stubborn when he didn’t want to do something and did very poorly at school because of it. While it was hard to annoy Jack once you did that was the end. You were dead to him.

Danny was very active like Jack but channeled it in a very different way; Sports, if there was anything that described Danny it was sports. Games, competition. Rose wasn’t quite sure where he got it from but never questioned it. While he was always for a good prank with his siblings but his true love was on the field playing Quidditch. He even ended up playing professional Quidditch soon after he left Hogwarts and his family never missed a game.

Fred wanted twins. He never said it out loud but he did. But Rose knew so when he finally got them Rose declared she was done.

Martha and Mickey. They were inseparable since birth. Or they were until Mickey got his Hogwarts letter and Martha didn’t. It was Mickey who had cried that night stating that he wouldn’t go. He would stay with his sister. Wizarding school be damned, Martha was the most magical person he knew. In the end, his sister coaxed him into going letting him know she was excited about her muggle school and that they would write each other letters each day comparing the school experience. Yes, that little 10 year old used experience in her vocabulary.

So while her siblings were all off learning potions and spells Martha spent her days at the local school and nights with her father who would get her options on any new trick he was working on. While he would never admit it, Martha held a soft place in his heart. Maybe it was because she never left him or maybe it was because she reminded him the most of Rose.

Which is why he went to live with her after Rose’s death.  

A promised Rose died first, Fred wasn’t really the same after her death saying it just wasn’t as fun without her laughter. He moved in with Martha and her young husband and kids. Four months later he died in his sleep. No fuss no bang, just fell asleep and never woke up to the sound of the most beautiful sound in the world.

Rose’s laugh.

That beautiful, deep down in her soul laugh.

“Hey”

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Summary: Fred wasn’t used to being surprised so when he was he had to learn everything there was about that quite Hufflepuff girl. [X]

Paring: Fred/OC

Pt. 1 - Surprise

Pt. 2 - Drowning in a Sea of Internalization

Pt. 3 - Gentle

Pt.4  - The Intentions of Others

Pt. 5 - Unreliable Sources

Pt. 6 - Everyday

Pt. 7 - Exploding Food-and-Other-Summer-Adventures

Pt. 8 - Take me Dancing (short)

Pt. 8 - Take me Dancing (long)

Pt. 9 - Bad Jokes and I Love You’s

Pt. 10 - Pressure 

Pt. 11 - Good Bye Innocents 

Pt. 12 - The Battle 

End: 

Heads  Or  Tails 

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Part of my Surprise fic!

Summary: The life before and during the battle of Hogwarts [X]

Pairing: Fred/OC  

Part 12

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Notes: You guys thought I would never finish this fic did you!

GUESS AGAIN!

George held up the letter, “We got a letter from mum, said there are a few Wizards from the resistance who need a place to hide for a few days. Leave a red candle out for them.” They were hiding out in France at the moment. They had to keep moving, keep one step ahead of the Death Eaters.

A few hours later they have a knock on the door. Jumping up Fred ran toward the door opening it to be greeted by a wide smiling Rory a dark haired girl stood behind him talking to a women, “FRED!” the boy looked worse for wear, mud and probably some other things too were caked on his face and blonde hair. Taking a step forward he gave the red-haired twin a strong hug, he didn’t smell that great either. “What are the odds. Hey, Rose!”

Behind him the girl turned, though her hair was a long and dark laying around her shoulders in soft curls, there was no denying it. Those blue eyes and freckles couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else. When her eyes met Fred she broke into a large grin that made the boy’s heart flutter with excitement.

Behind her the other woman nodded, Fred recognized from Josh’s funeral as one of Rose’s many aunts.

“Let’s hurry in,” The woman said gently pushing Rose who didn’t need much encouragement to basically throw herself into Fred’s arm’s as she pulled off her dark wig.

“Hey, you” she giggled nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck taking in his scent. She had missed him too much. “You’re mom said there were some friendly faces here.”

“Jeeze Rory! You stink!?!” George said pushing the older Primmington away from him as the boy tried to hug him.

“I’m undercover! No one wants to talk to a smelly homeless looking muggle.”

“Including me,” George said holding his nose.

“See, it was all part of our plan to help smuggle muggle-born wizards and their families to the Philippines. Norie has family there.” The boy added a small goofy smile slowly grew across as he explained their visit.

Rose giggled laying her head on Fred’s chest, “And a beautiful older sister apparently.” Rory shrugged his face growing slightly pink.

“She was very helpful.”

“We’ve been helping smuggle any wizards and their family that the Death Eaters are after.” their aunt who introduced herself as Freya said sitting down heavily. “It’s been a crazy few weeks. Thanks for letting us stay here.”

“Any friend of Rose’s is welcome here,” Lee said sitting down next to Freya who nodded. “But Rory, go take a shower!”

That night Fred and Rose lay in Fred’s bed just talking about everything. Fred told her about what they had been doing and how they were running around basically all of europe helping Lee with his rogue radio station.

Rose told him about how her aunt Freya had use to be a spy for the resistance during the last war and was now using her connections to help get people to safety using their father’s shipping routes.

“I miss you” she whispered playing with a strand of his red hair her green eyes studying it as if it she couldn’t believe it was real. Fred sighed taking her hand kissing her finger tips.

“Missed you too”

“I hate this” Rose sighed biting her lip cuddling up closer to him, feeling his warmth. He was so alive, so present, so there. “Seeing all these families breaking apart and having to flee their homes…. You… Norie… Carrie… and so many more”

Fred wrapped his arms around her as if trying to squeeze away the pain she was feeling. “I’m here now… I’m here and I’m not leaving you again.”

The next morning Liam and Nolan, Abigail’s father, met up with their family, Liam looked 10 years older. Large bags under his eyes and a bleeding arm. Nolan, was a cheery man who had a crooked nose and a many small white scars all over his body. He laughed when he saw gang gently poking fun at Freya who just rolled her eyes at him.

“Ok little Princess, We have another group of people who have to meet a few miles away.” Nolan told then simply.

As they got ready to go Rose took Fred’s hand, decision made, “I’m going to stay here. You guys can let me know where pickups are and I can help get the word out. ” Liam nodded and Rory looked heartbroken.

“Rosey,” he said taking her in a hug, “stay safe” he mumbled into her hair as he kissed her head, “She’s your responsibility now,” he added glaring up at Fred.

“We’ll meet up in a few weeks,” Freya said nodding before they all evaporated away.

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But that meeting never happened because Voldemort attacked Hogwarts. The gang had rushed to the school to help and were now stuck in the thick of it.

“Hey” Fred whispered as he and Rose both hid behind the ever crumbling wall. Rose pressed against his body as he let out a ragged breath. His hand stroking her messy hair.

“Yeah,” She said looking up at him. He smiled down at her kissing her forehead.

“When we make it out of this, will you marry me?”

“Fred Weasley, the moment the last spell is cast in this battle I swear I will marry you. So you better not die”

Ha laughed, “Likewise” Standing up he looked around the corner before ducking from a nasty curse. Smiling he turned to Rose who looked back at him. “I love you,” he said quickly kissing her before charging back into the fray. Rose following close behind.

The battle was a blur for Rose as she followed her boyfriend though the castel helping students escape and saving many of their friends. Rose had just Knocked a Death eater away with a quick blast turning to Percy and Fred as she heard her boyfriend laugh.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don’t think I heard you joke since you were--”

The blast cut him off as he fell mid laugh. It was as if the world slowed. Rose couldn’t hear the screams around her only her own heart beat. Beating in her ears blocking everything else out as the world around her tilted and swayed.

Think Rose, focus…

Her cousin Helen had showed her something right before they had left to help with the war.

“Their was this thing muggles would do, to bring people back from the dead.” She held up her wand, “Shoot electricity into a persona’s heart. They call it cardioversion.”

“Would it work on a death curse?” Rose had asked eyeing the wand.

“I’m not sure.” Helen sighed running her fingers through her thick dark hair, blue eyes glancing at her cousin. “I haven’t exactly tried it…with magic… or a kill curse.”

Rose was on top of Fred now, tears in her eyes as she pulled out her wand. Percy standing a few feet away.

“Rose, Rose what are you doing?”

“There is no way in hell you are dying on me!” She yelled at Fred’s limp body as she let the bolt of electricity shoot through his body.

Ok lovely readers! Should I kill Fred or change his fate?

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Summary: The family gathers for to send Josh’s memory off [X]

Notes: The lead up to the end, I have two more chapters to go. 

Part 11

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Pairing: Fred/OC  

The moment Fred had heard the news he was at the Primmington’s mansion. He had only been gone a few weeks yet so much had happened in those weeks. This being the worst.

The mansion seemed so quiet as he walked up to the large door. His mother had insisted that their father and George come as well. “That poor family” she had said shaking her head. She had mentioned that she wasn’t very close to Rose’s mother, Diana, but she knew of her and how close the sisters had been.

“FRED!” Clara’s disembodied voice shouted out. The Weasleys turned to see the small blonde girl sitting in a large tree that hung close to the manor. Scrambled down she ran up to them.

“Rose will be glad to see you,” she said taking his hand, “People are inside” she added dragging them in. Many wizards and witches littered the home Fred recognized many of them as people his dad had mentioned from the Ministry. Diana walked up to greet them. Her once bright smile seemed very worn down.

“It is so good to see you all. Thank you for coming.” she took Molly’s hand “I don’t think we have had the pleasure of talking since our Hogwarts days  Molly.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” his mother said.

“Thank you, it has been hard on the family, but all the consolidants are very nice,” Diana said. She was so differnt from what Fred remembered from the time he had come viset the family. That summer she had been all smiles and almost childish arond her family. Now she just seemed so... Proper. 

“Come on” Clara whispered tugging on Fred’s sleeve, “She is upstairs.”

They found Rose in her bedroom, her back to her large four poster bed on the floor curled up in a ball. Her blonde bun drooping down her blue eyes staring blankly at the floor.

As the door opened Rose looked up her eyes meeting Fred’s. As she looked up at him and he felt his heart break.

“Hey”

“Hey”

He sat next to her taking her hand. It was cold and clammy.

“I… I just can't believe he’s dead. He was just so filled with life. And Abigail… God her cries!” She covered her face with her free hand letting out a sob. Fred pulled her toward him letting her cry on his shoulder. She put her arms around her pulling him tight as if she needed every ounce of her strength to keep herself together. Their worlds were slowly crumbling down giving them a glimps of the war that just just behind. The danger seemed so real now, so close.

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He saw so many pictures but one particular stood out. All of them young first years standing in their Hogwarts uniforms at the platform laughing. Rose standing slightly off to the side playing with a strand of her blonde hair. Josh had a small Abigail on his shoulders as he lunged forward almost dropping her as he grabbed Rose pulling her into the group. She laughs as he hugs her and Abigail patted her head.

One of Josh sleeping with a 3-year-old Abigail sprawled across his lap.

A muddy Rory and Josh pushing a very angry Liam into the mud

Clara and Emma putting crazy flowers in Josh’s hair.

“His parents died in the first war, so I feel like we all kind of adopted him” Rose whispered, she was about to add something else when a slight hush fell over the room as Abigail and her mother walked in. Abigail looked like death itself. Her once golden skin was a strange pale color and her beautiful dark curls were a messy mess pulled back with a blue ribbon. She didn’t seem to see anything as her mother steered her toward her cousins. Emma reached out pulling the other girl into a hug while Alfie leaned over rubbing her back.

Next to him Fred felt Rose take a sharp inhale. She hadn't been exaggerating about Abigail. The girl didn’t look well. In fact, she didn’t even look like the same person. Merely a husk of herself.

The rest of the day was just filled with sympathy witches and wizards. Most friends with Mr. Primmington or the family. It was pretty uneventful until much after the last witch has said their goodbyes.

Taking Fred’s hand Rose lead him out with the rest of the cousins. “We are going to send him off” Rose whispered as they all filed out into the backyard. The bright green grass seemed to glow under a sky filled with stars as all the young kids filed into a circle. Alfie and Emma’s younger sister Isabelle in the center.

Gently, Alfie strummed his gutar as the younger girl started to hum lifting her wand. Slowly each of the other cousins lifted their wands joining in as Isabelle started to gently sing.  

Rose lifted her want into the air shooting up her prayers to the sky and whatever was beyond. To Josh who had left them and for each of those who were still down here. With her free hand, she clung to Fred’s, held onto him as if he was the only anchor holding her down. Down in a reality that didn’t seem quite as dark as the one she kept picturing.

Slowly she turned to him, tears falling down her cheeks. “It’s coming Fred and I’m scared.”

“I’ve got you” he whispered kissing her forehead, “I’ll always protect you”

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Summary: Rose tries to break out of her comfort zone and show a little PDA. [X]

Pairing: Fred X OC 

Notes: OMG ROSE! Where have you been all my life! Look all my Surprise fans Fred and Rose still exist. And honestly, I think I have like maybe 3 or 4 shorts left for them and their story is complete. Except for all the other shit, I will continue to write because this story will NEVER END! -sings in a very foreboding voice- “this is the story that never ends… it goes on and on my friends”

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It was the start of the end of their school career. Their summer had been epic with lots of adventures with both their large families and lots of alone time. Rose wasn’t sure what this last year was about to hold but she did know one thing.

Nothing could break her and Fred.

So it wasn’t really jealous that she felt when she sat there watching all the other girls fawn and flirt with her boyfriend and his twin. With a personality like the Weasley twins’, it wasn’t like she was surprised at how much attention they were getting.

Still, they had been dating almost two years now. You would think that maybe, just maybe, these girls would understand that he was her’s.

“You just need to assert yourself a little” Emma said watching her cousin watch her boyfriend. It was like a watching circle. One that only Emma was truly appreciating. “When he would visit the shop he would get excited when you fawned all over him… as rare as that was.”

“I’m not very good at public displays of mushy stuff.” Rose sighed turning back to her cousin. The young girl flipped her long black hair behind her shoulder in a very knowing manner. If there was anything Emma knew about, it was the proper ways to have a relationship. The girl had so many friends and romantic relationships that Rose sometimes wondered if Emma even knew any of their names

“Do it in your own way, but how will he know how much you like him if you don’t show and tell?”

“I’m pretty sure he knows I like him.”

“Well don’t do it for him then,” Emma said pulling out a nail file starting to play with her nails as if that was the end of her sage advice. However, her pretty blue eyes flickered disapprovingly at one of the girls who was laughing a little too hard at a joke Fred had said.

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They were starting their first game of the year. Everyone was excited to get back into Quittage, especially the Gryffindor team. With Angelia Johnson as the new team captain, George had been excited informing Rose about all the new changes to the team. Fred had added his own two cents mostly just excited to get back to playing.  

While Rose had been his #1 fan once they had started dating (She had even put together a few banners with her sister Clara for the Gryffindor when they had played Slytherin two years ago) she didn’t quite get as festive as many of the other girls did. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t, Fred knew that if he asked she would have, he had honestly never thought about it. That was until all these girls around him were showing off their Gryffindor pride as he got ready to walk onto the pitch.

“FRED!”

Fred turned to see a blonde haired girl bounding up to him. Her lanky legs quickly passing many of the other girls who were walking toward the game chattering excitedly. As she drew closer he could see the scarlet robes she was dressed in, half her face painted in yellow and the other in red.

“Hey you.” He snickered as he flung herself into his arms.

“Good luck on your first game” She whispered before pulling him into a kiss. While over the two years they had kissed many times Fred was much more use to a quick peck in public. While he was ok with Public displays of affection (since he wanted the whole world to know he was dating such an amazing girl) Rose was much more comfortable with a more private setting. 

However, Rose wasn’t messing around today. As she deepened the kiss letting her teeth graze his lower lip Fred felt slightly light headed. Forgetting completely where he was he threw down his broom pulling her closer to him. He would like to say he would never admit it; but hell, everyone knew, she did things to him that no other person could.

After a moment of pure bliss Rose pulled away and as she looked at him with sparkling green eyes she was all he wanted. The game be damned. He just wanted to stand there with her in his arms. Just to be with her.

“Alright Rose, we need our beater,” Angelia said a bit of annoyance in her voice. Next to her George laughed.

“Good luck prying those two apart.”

“No, I’m going,” Rose said pulling away. Fred, still at a loss for words, was still clinging to her hand a goofy smile still on his face as if nothing else mattered.

“Wait… where did that come from?” he managed to choke out. 

“Win and you’ll find out” Rose whispered leaning toward him so only he could hear. Fred was sure he turned three shades of red as she ran back to meet up with Norie and the others. She only stopped once to half way to wave back at him before disappearing into the crowd of people.

Fred just stood there like a total idiot waving back her mind in an another planet - maybe even universe - as he brother dragged him onto the pitch.

However, once they mounted their brooms Fred’s head was in the game. He was on fire. Playing better than he had ever played in his life. Nothing was getting past him. He was blocking balls left and right with a flair that  only Fred Weasley possessed.

During one attack to a bludger, he did two spiral rolls and a triple flips down before hitting the ball so hard knocked the other team’s seeker off their broom.

The crowd erupted at the true grace and power of Fred's abilities. However, he had eyes for only one fan.

“ROSE PIMINGTON! I LOVE YOU” He screamed pointing at his girlfriend who was sitting with her family cheering.

“Was that a declaration of love from Weasley!?! That Rose is one lucky girl!” Lee’s voice could be heard over the crowd.

Rose groaned covering her bright red face in embarrassment. Suddenly regretting her rather reckless actions earlier. 

Norie let out a squeal pulling at her friend’s coat as if it the declarations had been meant for her.

Emma threw back her head laughing as she pointed at Rose’s embarrassment.

From her seat where she was jumping up and down, Clara let out a war whoop as she waved her large Gryffindor sign.

“Finally! Rose use your powers to make my house win!”  

Oneshot request! Number 7! My name is Nadie. Can I be shipped with Fred?:)

07. I almost lost you 

This one was just fun silliness. I like the idea of a sassy Slytherin who captures Fred’s attention because she is just very comfortable in her own skin.

Also writing their interaction on brooms was hard, I’m not sure why but it just was. So I’m sorry if things don’t totally make sense.

Requests list can be found here!

Fred was mad.

Mad at all these stupid bugs that kept biting at him. Mad at how hot and sticky it was outside. Mad that the girl he fancied likes someone else. Mad that George wasn’t there.

Just Mad.

During their Care of Magical Creatures class, the teacher was so annoyed at all of the fighting between the Gryffindors and Slytherins that he had split up the class into pairs one from each house and made them go find a certain collection of flowers that pixie flies eat.

This meant Fred couldn't wallow in his latest suffering with his twin and was instead stuck with a small raven haired girl.

The girl who’s voice broke into his grumblings.

“Yo! String bean! Would you wait up.” He turned to see Nadie, the girl he was paired up with, running toward him. Once she caught up she laughed brushing away a few strands of her black hair.

“I have short legs.” she said gasping for breath, “I almost lost you.”

Fred looked down at the girl who was looking up at him out of breath from laughing and running to keep up with him. Her bright eyes meeting his.

Suddenly he wasn’t mad anymore.

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“String bean, you are never going to keep those bludgers off your players if you don’t learn how to fly better.”

It had been about a week since their adventure into the woods during Care of Magical Creatures. Since then Gryffindor had lost their match to Ravenclaw after a few bludger had gotten passed the twins costing them several points. One had even knocked Angelina off her broom. To say Wood was upset would be an understatement. And since neither would admit who it was who let the bludger past Wood had just yelled at both of them.

Both twins looked up at the black-haired Slytherin as she pulled a few sausages and toast onto a plate. She took a few bites before looking up at the boys.

“Excuse us?”

“I believe she was talking to me, George.”

“Well, you are the more stringy one.”

“I could show you a few things”

George laughed at the girl’s forwardness, “I don’t remember you playing on the Slytherin Quidditch team.”

“I didn’t say I was going to teach him how to play quittage, just fly better.”

Fred surprised his twin with a nod of his head “Ok, what did you have in mind short legs?”

They met the next morning a little way away from the castle. Fred flew up on his Cleansweep to where Nadie was already on her broom flying so high Fred could barely see her. When she saw him she came streaking down toward him only to pull up moments before hitting him.

“Ready to learn String Bean?”

“What makes you think you can teach me anything?” Fred challenged leaning forward. There was no way he was going to let this little cocky Slytherin have all the fun today.

Nadie raised an eyebrow a small crooked smirk on her face. “Because I’m better.”

He rose up so that he was even with her, “Prove it.”

“Ok,” she pointed to a patch of trees. “To those trees, circle around and come back here, any tricks are extra points.”

“Ok”

To say she was good was an understatement. This was her element. She moved the way a dolphin did in the ocean. She didn’t fly on that broom she WAS that broom. She way she would swerve back and forth spinning so fast Fred could hardly see her.

They were halfway around the batch of trees when she stopped so suddenly. Her broom bucked forward flipping over so she was upside down, her eyes locking on Fred’s. She started flying backward so her face was only a few inches away from his.

“Am I too fast for you string bean?” She asked, her dark hair flying like black silk under her. She was enjoying this. Showing off.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to keep up while throwing in a few of his own tricks.

Suddenly she disappeared inside the gathering of trees. He froze trying to find her among the green leaves. When that didn’t work he dove into the foliage trying to catch a glimpse of the raven haired beauty. Unable to find her, he deciding to fly above the treetops to get a better view.

She was sitting casually on her broom watching him. That lopsided smirk on her face.

He smiled back  “I almost lost you.”

“I told you that you need practice.”

“See you tomorrow?”