#fredrick weasley

“Sshhhh, it’s okay, princess- just take a deeeepppp breath.” He whispers into your ear, his cock buried deep in your soaked core as one of his hands holds the side of your beautiful red birthday dress up at your thigh- the thigh of the leg thrown over his waist.

His fingers skilfully circle your puffy red button at a painfully slow pace- they can do so much more than just juggle for royals, that’s for sure.

Your delicate panties lay forgotten at the floor next to the two of you, his polyester pants untied and unzipped at his feet.

“Freddie- anyone could see-” you pant against his skin as you nervously look around- up and down one of the many long, marble, hallways of your castle for a maid or servant- or worse one of your parents. The dinner your mother decided to host for your birthday is still taking place just down the hall- and you just know they’ll notice your disappearance any minute now.

Before your beautiful jester managed to charm and joke his way into your bed, you had never been taken by anyone before. You can imagine the gleeful look on his face the first time he got you alone and you were so tight around him and how pretty you looked with white and red clown makeup stained on your inner thighs.

He kisses down your neck slowly- “They won’t, love. I swear to you.” He mumbles between kisses, black lipstick staining the top of your breasts just above where your dresses neckline is. “I bloody promise-”

He presses harder down on your clit as he begins to slowly reverse hips- then slams them forwards, smirking at the way you let out a small scream and grip harshly onto his shoulders. “Freddie!” You mewl, tilting your head back against the cold wall behind you.

The pleasure is addicting and your trying your hardest not to rock your hips against his faster, desperate for that release you could already feel threatening to snap in your lower tummy.

“Ssssh! You wanna get caught being a slut for the fool?” He mocks as he repeats the action- only harder this time. “Hm?!”

He knows that- if the two of you are caught, he’d be hung for treason. They’d play it off as him forcing himself on you, that the beloved and innocent princess would never give into such..sinful activities.

He knew the truth though.

You’re just a dirty little slut who likes to be dicked by the lower class.

You let out a small whimper. “No!” You whisper, pulling his body closer to yours with your leg and hands, needing him as near to you as possible.

“So shut up.” He snarls against your skin as he bites down on your neck, making you whimper and quickly clasp a hand over your own mouth to quiet yourself.

He begins to thrust slowly into you, grunting at the feeling of you clenching and throbbing around him. “Still so fucking tight.” He mutters as his pace picks up, putting his body entirely against yours, moving his fingers faster against your clit. “Just as tight as the day I ruined you-”

Your eyes roll back and your toes curl inside your heels, all you can feel is his fat tip nudging that spot so far inside you you’ve never quite been able to reach it yourself.

“Fuck, you’re such good girl for Freddie, aren’t you? All mine too, wouldn’t let anyone else touch you, right? You’re mine.” He growls as he smashes his lips against yours, forcing his tongue against yours, his haps flapping against yours faster and harder, turning your brain to jelly.

You moan hopelessly- god you’ll never get enough of him. “I’m yours! Never let anyone touch me- ever!” You whisper against his lips.

You don’t even realise what you’re saying- too blinded by how fucking good he feels inside you, he kisses you again, eyes closing as he looses himself in you. He can never get enough of you, ever.

You’re getting closer..and closer, his fingers circle faster and his dick pulses and twitches inside you- making him move even faster, the sound of wet skin on skin echos down the hall now and anyone paying close enough attention in the main hall would certainly be able to hear you, nevermind the workers going in and out with food and drink.

“Freddie- Freddie! fuck, I’m- gone cum!” Your hips twitch and jerk against his and his fingers on your thigh dig into the material of your dress, pressing into your body-

“Good girl, shit- such a good girl, it’s okay- go on cum for me!” He pants, already feeling himself getting closer at just the sight of your face convulsing in pleasure.

You moan louder at his words and close your eyes, letting your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt as that knot that’s been tightened and tightened by him finally snaps, making you see stars behind your eyelids. “F-fuck-!” You whimper, rocking your hips against his fingers to ride out that red-hot pleasure.

He moans at the feeling of your pretty pussy clamping down on him and he stills against you, dick buried to the hilt as he shoots his sticky, white, ropes of cum inside you..

“Shit.” He puts his head against yours as he breathes heavily, hands stopping their attack on your clit, gently putting your leg on his hip back to the floor.

“Motherfucker, you’re so good for me.” He grabs your panties and shoves them into his chest pocket, letting go of your dress so it falls back around your feet.

“W-wait! Hey- my-” he presses a finger to your lips. “It’s a parting gift. You’ll get them back…eventually.” He smirks and picks up his pants, tying them back to and fixing his belt in its rightful place just above his v-line.

“Oh..I- okay.” You take a deep breath- fixing your hair and adjusting your dress to make sure nobody knows what you were doing out here..

“Happy birthday, beautiful.” You look up and he smirks as he pecks your lips, leaning back and walking towards the hall as if nothing had happened.

…“thanks.” You mumble, panting softly as you scrunch your nose up at the feeling of your mixed liquids spilling down your thighs with nothing to stop it dripping down your legs and the black and white marks on your chest and neck..

Bill - William

Charlie - Charles

Percy - Percival

Fred - Fredrick

Ron - Ronald

Ginny - Ginevra

But then George is just

(OHHH MYYY GOODDD I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MANY PPL HAVE BEEN BEGGING ME TO GET THIS OUT! Well it’s finally here! I hope everyone likes it. 🩷🩷)

He grunts softly above you with every slow, wet, needy, slop- slop- slop- of his hips against yours.

The two of you have been at it for nearly an hour. He was feeling..particularly risky tonight, having found out about your father’s plans on marrying you off to a duke in the south. He was half-way down the hall to your room when he had overheard the meeting..his blood had never ran so cold so quick..

You’ve been bent over your desk for the better part of half an hour now- after moving from your bed to your chair- now here. His pants on the floor around his feet, your red dress pushed up, just above your ass with your panties ripped and thrown to the side.

His hands hold your hips with a bruising intensity- forcing you back against him harshly against his thrusts as he moves himself in and out of you- and he’s sooo deep- god, you swear you feel him all up in your guts.

He’s given you orgasm after orgasm tonight and you’re not sure how many more you can take. You have no idea what’s gotten into him but you’re surprisingly delighted by it..he’s normally so..soft with you. Today? He practically jumped on you the second he got in.

Your hands grab onto the edge of the wood in front of you, whimpering and moaning at the pure pleasure his pulsing hot length is giving you. He leans over your back- his weight pushing your body further against the desk, his thrusts slowing slightly, making you gasp as he rasps into your ear-

“Ssshhh..you never know who could hear us and walk in, princess- you don’t wanna get caught. Right? You know what happens to us both if we get caught. If you get caught with your favourite fool?”

The sound of his scratchy voice makes your eyes close as you put your head against the wood beneath you, his words of warning barely getting through to your cock-drunk brain.

God- you can feel that glorious heat in your tummy burning up at just his voice- it would be so embarrassing if you weren’t all fucked out and used..

“F-Freddie…” You babble, subconsciously grinding back to try and speed him up again- he lets out a disappointed tut, one of his gloved hands going to the back of your head to gently pull it up slightly.

“I’ll move again, don’t worry. But you’ve gotta be good and quiet for me.” He mutters, his other hand going to your hip. With every noise he makes your twitchy, desperate, clit- the same one he’s been abusing relentlessly for awhile now -only throbs harder.

You let out a small, chocked, sob- “please- please, please- I’ll be quiet-” he smirks and tilts his head down to push his nose against your neck, taking in how good you smell- how your body feels pressed right against his…and not some duke from the south.

“Ssshhh, sweetheart, please..” he kisses a small spot below your ear then the bottom of your cheek before he suddenly gives you a particularly harsh thrust, making your entire body, and the table, shift forward. “Please be good for me, for your foolish boy.”

“Ngh- Freddie-” You moan out, lips parted and eyes glossy. You’ve never felt anything quite like this..so..raw- so..much. “C-can’t- can’t take m-much more-”

“Yes you can.” He thrusts again- you gasp. “I know you can. I know you better than anyone-“ Another thrust. “In this-” Another, harder, thrust, one that you swear makes you see stars- “fucking castle.” You let out a louder, very risky moan. “Don’t I?” He pauses once again. He’s teasing you- god, he’s fucking messing with your head.

“Why’re being so mean?” You sniffle, hips jerking against his- “say it.” He growls into your neck almost..possessively, ignoring your cry.

You nod quickly. “You know-” your voice catches in your throat- “You know me better than anyone.”

“Good girl..” He leans back up- his left hand moving to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze and the other goes to your thigh. “Good- now say your mine.” He whispers huskily.

“I’m yours.” You say immediately. You say it so quick because a part of you knows..it’s true. You are his.

At your words, he picks up speed, the intent incredibly obvious now- he’s panting, whining and oh-so jealous. “Yeah- yeah, your mine..fuck- mine.” You pant, nose scrunching up and your lips parting as his hips move faster once again and he hums into your skin. “Good girl.”

Your eyebrows furrow and your mouth opens as he suddenly hits that spot, the spot that makes you wanna scream. “O-oh!” You smack the table to stop yourself from being too loud. That did something for you oh. heavens that really hit the spot.

He lets out a quiet moan as he shoves himself further into the crook of your neck, biting down gently on your skin to stop himself from being too loud. You struggle to breathe as your -nth orgasm hits you at last- and he can only bury his length as deep as he can..

He stills for a couple of seconds, breathing heavily against you, his face still pressed against your neck.

He’s silently hoping, praying, that you’ll refuse this..dukes hand in marriage, that he’ll be enough to make you say no- and maybe even take him instead..

“God, Freddie.” Is all you can muster, you are utterly and completely wrecked. You’re useless right now- nothing but fredfredfred in your mind..

He leans back and slowly slides out of you, making your breath hitch- “f-fuck..” you mutter, practically going limp against the table.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He gently grabs your waist, slowly lifting you up against him as he turns you to face him, looking over your face and neck. You smile, half-dazed, at him as you nod.

“I’m…shit- I’m incredible.” You lean in and kiss him, your arms moving to wrap around his neck as you press your chest against his.

He smiles into the kiss and leans back after a couple of moments, awkwardly leaning down to pull up his pants- “I’m glad you’re happy.” He says playfully, buckling his pants with one hand as he leads you by the dip of your back to your bed across the room, wanting to make sure you don’t fall-

“I’m very happy.” You mumble, leaning into him as you walk with a slight limp…which makes him smirk smugly to himself with a pleased look on his face.

He unties your corset expertly and helps you step out of your dress as you get to your bed- he throws the covers out the way as you lie down, sighing softly as your head meets your feather stuffed pillow. “Why..don’t you stay?” You whisper, watching as he pulls the cover back over your bare body.

‘Because the maids would catch us..tell your parents and I’d be hung, you cast aside to be a spinster.’ Is what he thinks..but he doesn’t say it…he’s too scared to- because he knows that, when he does, it’ll all become just a little bit too real for him.

“Because we could get caught.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before he leans back and looks at your face for a couple of seconds…

“I know but…you could sneak out before they get there.” You whisper but you know for a fact it would never work.

He scoffs. “I wish.” He smirks and winks as he leans back. “I will..see you next time, princess.” He walks towards the door. You watch as he leaves…a sigh leaving your lips as he closes the door behind him. A sigh leaves his own lips and he thinks about you- with another man, a duke- nonetheless…

The thought haunts him for the rest of the night..

(TY FOR ALL THE LOVE. I DID THE FIRST ONE AS A JOKE NOW I HAVE PPL BEGGING FOR NEW PARTS?? AND IM ALREADY STARTING PART 4??!! INSANE. 🩷)

(ITS FINALLY HERE!! 🩷 TY TO EVERYONE WHO LIKED AND WANTED THIS, HOPE ITS GOOD!)

You can’t helped the shocked sobs that escape your mouth as you cling desperately onto his orange locks- which are suprisingly soft for someone of such a low class.

The jesters head is between your thighs- and you wish you could say that this isn’t your average Wednesday afternoon…but you’d be lying.

You seem to lie a lot nowadays.

Your favourite red dress- the one he absolutely wrecked you in not two days before at your birthday -lays on the floor next to the two of you.

The moon shines in on the two of you- casting a euphoric light on the two of you that makes you feel as if you’ve stepped into a fantasy novel, one of the..restricted ones your mother has almost caught you reading more times than you’d like to admit.

he has you pressed against your glass (very see-through) balcony door with one of your thighs over his shoulder and panties pushed lazily to the side, his left hand holding you by your hip with a bruising grip and his other hand on your knee, keeping you as close as possible as he works against you.

“O-oh-! Freddie-” You pant- “I- I can’t!” His tongue swipes eagerly at your throbbing little button, ignoring your pleas, because he knows it isn’t a plea at all. It never is. “Mhm- Freddie! The glass-” you turn your head just enough to look outside, down to the royal gardens your bedroom overlooks.

“Ssshhhh, sweet girl- c’mon, you can take it..you just taste so fucking good.” He whines, the neediness of it sends a wave of heat right to your core, making you buckle into his mouth- which makes him smirk.

He suddenly leans in and kisses your sopping entrance once..twice..on the third time he pauses, his lips and chin now covered in your sweet, sweet nectar- “Just hold on real tight, okay- gonna make you feel so good.” He says against you. God, he could drown in you.

You feel tears brew in your eyes at how beautifully his tounge is working below you- how mischievous he looks as he smirks and licks at you like a man starved of what he truly wants.

It’s sloppy and messy, your inner thighs are a wet mess, marked with his bright red lipstick and white makeup, the black eyeshadow now smeared and smudged around his pretty brown eyes and you’ve never quite felt anything like it.

He brings one hand to your folds and parts them with his middle and pointer finger, opening you up wider for him as he sucks like a madman at your entrance, swallowing all that you have to give to him- moving his attack up and down- from your clit to your hole then back again.

The sensation of him make your eyebrows furrow in pleasure and your mouth open in a silent scream. “What if they see- or hear-?! there are guards everywhere-”

He stops, putting his head against your lower tummy with a sigh, making you grunt and pull slightly rougher at his hair. “Wh-” he cuts you off with his finger as it gently taps your clit, making you jerk and gasp in surprise.

“We had this conversation the other day.” Another tap. “I won’t let anyone see us.” Another, harsher, tap- making your hand shoot up to your mouth to cover any other noises that could echo in your large bedroom.

“I’d be killed, you’d be deemed a common whore- and nobody wants that, right, princess?” He looks up at you before he gently rubs your thigh with the tip of his nose. “Right?” You shake your head quickly, watching as he kisses your thigh gently.

“That’s what I thought.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh one last time before sucking it, letting his teeth create one of those bruises you remember you had to hide from your maids for days after-

“hmph- Freddie- please, I’m sorry-” your eyes roll back at the sensation. “Won’t speak up again, promise-”

“Oh yeah? Is her majesty gonna be a good girl for her fool?” He whispers against your skin, his other hand gently rubs against your bare hip, slowly inching up towards your breast.

He grins when he feels your body shift as you nod, pushing your hips towards his face desperately.

He knows it’s..wrong- and he most definitely should not be in the position he’s in now, on his knees for you- the bloody princess.

For heavens sake, what would his brothers and sister say if they found out he was in trouble for his scandals? His father and mother? He’d surely be sent to die..but he truly cant help himself.

He would gladly die if it meant having had you- if it meant having had tasted and drank you. He wonders often if you get off on the fact the two of you have to sneak about and worry about not getting caught, being so taken and corrupted by lust you’re willing to risk so much.

He wonders how many nights you’ve came with your fingers between your thighs on the nights he hadn’t been able to sneak past your guards-

The thought nearly sends him off the edge as he attaches his pretty lips to your clit and sucks with obvious delight, vigorously moaning against your folds.

You moan, your head tilting back as his fingers run over your pebbled nipple, moving to pull and twist at it- his tongue circling as his hand on your hip tightens, his eyes closing as he looses himself in the erotica.

“Please, please- Freddie, oh- making me feel so good, so so good-” You ramble, bringing one hand down behind you to press against the glass- the sudden chill making goosebumps shoot up your spine, your eyes shutting in pure bliss.

You pant softly as that warm feeling in your lower tummy gets hotter and hotter- just waiting be lit and that is when the fireworks go off- the fireworks only he’s only ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Ah! Oh- oh god!” You sniffle- tears beginning to settle in your eyes, blurring your vision as you begin to push against him- needing more of that gorgeous friction.

“You feel good, my love?” He says against you- noticing the way you’re eagerly moving against him, nodding as you focus on the fact that your about to reach that release-

He stops suddenly, making you groan. “Stop stoping- please, I’m so close-”

He shakes his head. “Sshhh. There’s a good girl- just be as quiet as you can for me, alright? If Mary comes knocking again, I’m gonna loose it.” He mumbles jokingly- referring to your head maid who seems to knock at all the worst times.

Your eyes widen in surprise as he sticks out his for you to simply grind yourself on, a mix of your desire and his slobber coming off the tip of it. It’s disgusting and so, so, wrong..but it’s so hot at the same time.

You grip tighter onto his head steady as you begin to slowly bring your hips forwards..then backwards against the pink muscle.

You let out a shaky, guttural, moan at the feeling- a tear falling down your cheek in pure pleasure as you rock against him at a slow pace.

You sniffle again- your hand on the glass shoots to his right hand- the one on your left hip, taking it in your own. He’s quick to hold onto you, looking up through his lashes at the ruined expression on your face. The one he’s seen many times before- just..not from this angle.

“Bloody hell.” He mumbles, his length pressing uncomfortably against the uncomfortable leather of his red uniform- your movements becoming more and more frantic the closer you get.

“Freddie! Fred! Oh fuck-!” you whisper, telling yourself not to moan as you look towards the door across the room with lidded eyes, praying someone doesn’t come knocking to see if you’re okay. (Cough cough- Mary.)

You move faster against him, now having no control over your own movements, as if the eagerness to cum has possessed you.

“ah- ah- ah-” You moan with every thrust forwards- you can feel yourself running towards the edge, all you need is to take that leap of faith to jump off it.

“I’m so close- Fred, I’m so close-” you warn and he can only nod, obviously ready for everything you have to give him, his hair tickling your upper thighs as he does, thumbs pressing tightly onto where your pelvis dips down towards your folds.

You let out a moan as you suddenly finish. Your hips jerk radically against his face and your fingernails scratch against his head as your eyes roll back, you swear you see stars as your vision goes white- hot pleasure taking over you.

He stays still as he lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, moaning as your taste overrides his senses. He’ll never ever get enough of you. Ever. You go still, breathing heavily as you relax against the door behind you.

He watches the way your chest rises and falls as you calm down, your breasts as they move with your breathing. He leans back after a couple of moments. “Such a good girl for me, hm?” He whispers.

The sound of his voice makes you look down and your eyes lock with his..his chin and the skin below his nose is soaked- his lips are wet and parted with lust and suprise at what he’s just had the luck of watching and his clown makeup is pretty much completely ruined.

He turns his head, keeping his big, brown, eyes on yours, as he kisses your lower thigh- feather-light and full of love.

He leans up and presses another soft kiss to your mid-thigh before continuing them up, he hooks one finger under the middle of your panties and pulls them back into place.

You gently push his hair out of the side of his face as he stops at your upper thigh, leaning back gently on the heels of his feet as he takes your weight off his shoulder and he slowly stands up, making sure your steady on your feet as he does.

“Freddie…” You whisper as he slowly leans in, his lips inches from yours. You go to bring your hand down- to the, rather obvious, tent in his pants, but his own takes yours before you can.

“This was about..you. Not me.” He mutters, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to your lipstick-marked lips. Your eyebrows furrow in slight confusion but you close your eyes and kiss him back anyway, letting him move your wrists suddenly towards his chest. “Okay..it’s no problem, though-”

“Until next time, princess.” He says, cutting you off, before he turns and walks towards the door, leaving your hands in the air where his body once was…you watch as he opens the door with a practiced silence and closes it the same way.

You look down to your dress on the floor and then the darkening mark on your panties from where he’s pulled them back over to catch whatever’s left of your release and you sigh, practically glowing in post-orgasm.

He may joke and juggle in front of the royal courts and your parents- but here, when you’re alone with him, you see a different side to the jester.

A side your sure you can get used too.

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A 12 year old Fred Weasley walks into the medical wing of Hogwarts, an almost anxious look on his face. There aren’t too many, just a couple of sixth year and one or two second.

Madam Pomfrey sees him walk into and has to stop herself from sighing.

Fred is what she calls a regular. “ah, Mr. weasley. What is it this time- firework burn? Too many puking pasties?” She tuts and motions for him to sit on one of the cots.

He swallows as he sits down on the cot closest to her, holding his stomach. “No..” He frowns, looking up at her with big, tear-filled, brown, eyes.

She raises an eyebrow. He’s not normally so…quiet. The energy she’s used to is non-existent. “Well, what then?” She turns to him, her hands on her hips.

A moment goes..then two- then three before he blurts out- “I think y/n y/l/n hexed me!”

Her lips part in confusion. She wasn’t too familiar with you- you’ve come in once or twice over a headache or the flu but nothing too serious. She knows you’re a bright student who would never hex someone…not without good reason, anyway.

“Mr. Weasley..I doubt she hexed you, but why do you think that?” She looks him over? Looking for any physical evidence or proof you did anything to him.

He takes a deep breath and his hands go to his stomach. “Everytime I look or think about her I feel sick. Really sick- and my hands get sweaty and my heart beats faster.” He scoffs. “And I can’t stop thinking about her and my stomach gets all weird, like I’ve been hit by a bludger, but worse- she must have done something! We should tell Dumbledore- or snape- Can you fix it?!”

She lets herself think it over for a couple of moments before she laughs softly- “Does this only happen when they’re there..?” He shakes his head quickly- “No, it happens when I think about her too..”

“Do you..find yourself thinking about her a lot?”

He nods.

She can only laugh harder.

“What’s so funny?! I’m being serious!” He huffs, watching her laugh with a distraught expression. He’s not used to being taken seriously but this was different! This was real- something was genuinely wrong with him!

“She didn’t hex you.” She explains gently, smiling in amusement. “You have feelings for her..”

The words hit Fred..hard.

No…surely not…

“Wha?..no I don’t.” He scoffs- that was stupid. He’d never like you- right?

She nods her head- “yes you do. Heart racing, thinking about her a lot, sweating-”

“This was stupid!” He stands up and quickly walks towards the door to leave. “I don’t fancy y/n! I would never fancy her!” He scoffs to himself.

“She hasn’t hexed you, Mr. Weasley. You’d be smart not to repeat that to anyone else.” She calls out towards him before turning towards another cot to help someone else.

He continues to grumble to himself until he gets to his common room- then his dorm room, before he throws himself onto his bed- his face buried into his pillow, a hot pink flush on his cheeks and his ears red as he thinks over her words…

He didn’t fancy you…! He NEVER would!…

Right?

…

The shop over the street- at it again!

Fred and George Weasley have been competing with the new shop that opened just across the street for months now. It’s a very successful business- they’ll give it that and George has a lot of respect for the father flirtatious woman who owns it…Fred- not so much.

Warnings: beefing, flirty reader, competing for customers, reader owns a clothing store- Folks ‘N’ Cloaks, Fred ends up falling for reader.

Fred is going about his shop- putting sweets in their respective places, pranks on shelves -as usual. He’s now 25 and one of the most successful shop owners, alongside his brother, in diagon alley. George has recently gotten engaged and he’s happy, the war ended three years ago and his head is fully healed- only a small scar lay a reminder..it’s safe to say that almost nothing is going wrong..

Almost.

You’ve been irritating and flirting with Fred for weeks now. You’re someone who opened a..very popular and (he’ll admit) stylish shop, just across from his own. Folks ‘N’ Cloaks. The kids love it, the adults love how cheap some of the school uniforms can be and how cool the shop looked from the outside and in..it’s become one of the top places for first and second years to go to.

he knew you went to Hogwarts with him- just a year down and you were apparently a good student- with your own flaws of course..he’s always found you and your confidence attractive.

He’s not..irritated because of how..good your shop is. But- not that he’d admit it to anyone else, he was jealous. You opened about a month ago and you already have the same amount of customers that he had after a year.

He’s spoken to you maybe once in Hogwarts and twice since you opened the shop…both of those times you’ve been able to match his wit in the most irritating way possible. Been able to mock him and take the mocking he gives you from what he’s seen..

You irritate him most of the time..when you look over at him- so smug every time you take money off a customer..the way you smirk and wink at him every time he walks past your shop to go to his brothers apartment just up the road..how you seem to always have more customers than him..

George has told him multiple times- “you need to actually have a conversation with her, she’s actually good fun when you get to know her.” And every time he’s refused.

The twins are both working on the first floor of the shop. It’s a quiet day- it being the start of the week and all. Fred is stood at the window, glaring out of it.

George stops next to him, an unamused look on his face. “what are we lookin’ at?”

He looks around for a moment or two- before his eyes lock onto your shop. It stands our in the most perfect way possible- mannequins and dresses and skirts in the windows, the name written in bold, fancy, letters above the door- the elegance that shines from it is a stark contrast to the gloomy, dark coloured, diagon alley.

“The shop over the street- at it again! Look at how smug she looks- welcoming customers and smiling at them and taking their money..” he scoffs..but his cheeks flush slightly when you give the customer a warm, genuine, smile. Sometimes he’s happy the front window of your shop is in direct line of the till your normally stood at.

“I’m pretty sure that’s her job, Freddie.” George says sarcastically, walking towards the counter to grab a box from under it.

“I’m gonna work on those papers mr. Floop sent you about the fireworks, make sure to stack these frogs.” George calls over to him as he walks towards their shared office. “Okay, just tell me what he’s been saying! If we get another complain I’ll go mad..”

“Don’t state at y/n all day.” Fred rolls his eyes- “wanker.” George snickers in response and closes the door behind him.

Fred mutters in annoyance to himself as he walks towards the box- “stupid, perfect face- her weird nose..pretty eyes..”

He looks over when he hears the small bell above the door ring- signalling someone coming in. It’s mid-day Monday so it’s odd for anyone to be in his shop..

He sighs when he sees you..

You’ve made it your mission to “pop in” every now and then to check in on (gloat to) him and George.

You smile and lean against the counter, looking him up and down. “Hey handsome. It’s spacious in here.” You look around- smirking at the sheer emptiness of the shop. “I have three people working at the minute, can’t seem to catch more than a five minute break.”

He closes his eyes in annoyance. “It’s a Monday during school term, of course it’s empty.” He walks past you with a box in hand, full of chocolate frogs and rock sweets on sticks that make your tounge go multi-coloured. “How do you even know it’s me- I could be here for all you know.”

“You have a fiery, confident aura George seems to be missing.” You turn on your heel and follow him almost immediately, you love getting on his nerves. One of the highlights of your week if your being honest.

“How did you even get over here so quick? You were at the till five seconds ago.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You were watching me, then?” You wiggle your eyebrows playfully up at him, checking him out as you do. His cheeks go red- “you wish. I just happened to notice you.” It’s obvious you dont believe a word he’s saying and it makes him eternally die.

God, what are you doing to him? Back at Hogwarts it the girls used to pretend to be oblivious to his dieting and looks- they used to act innocent and stupid..but your shameless, you want him to see how much you want him and you want to see him flustered.

“I take it business isn’t booming lately then?”

You lean against the middle of the shelf he stops at, putting the tins in a neat orderly fashion along one of them. He ignores your presence at first- until he gets to where the side of your shoulder blocks him any further.

“What exactly do you want?” He rests the box on one hip, looking down into your eyes- his body just in-front of and next to yours. He didn’t serve and almost die in the war for this.

“One date?” You shrug casually. “The tension is honestly mad-” you don’t miss the way his cheeks flush slightly and he decides to completely miss out the section of the shelf your leant against- continuing to stack on just pass you.

You’re not an idiot. You know how attractive Fred is- you’d be a fool not to. And when he’s not being a dick he’s actually somewhat nice..and it’s obvious he has something for you- not just hatred.

“You know you want too.” You turn your head to watch as he continues to work..“we can get food- dinner, split the bill- get dessert..maybe end up at one of our shops afterwards..don’t tell me that doesn’t appeal to you.” He can tell your being half serious with what you say…it makes his heart pound.

He sighs and stops..he HAS always found you attractive and what’s one date with a pretty girl? Plus it could be a good way to shit you up..yeah- shut you up. Thats all this is..

“Fine..one date.” He grumbles. “Saturday, 7:20, meet me here.” He walks past you- a smug smirk appearing on his face when he hears your breath hitch at his words.

“Wait, really-?!” You shout suspiciously over to where he’s going up the stairs. “Yeah, really.” He shrugs as he turns the corner, disappearing behind a couple of stands..you smirk and shout- “See you Saturday!” Before walking towards the door and leaving.

After hearing the bell then the small thud of the door closing, Fred runs towards the stairs once again and towards the office where his brother is working- he has to tell him the good news about the inconvenience.