#fredweasleyimagines

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“Princess Y/N, are you listening?” You snapped out of your trance when you noticed that Madam McGonagall, the royal tutor, was waving a hand in front of your face. 

You nodded in reply as you turned your attention away from the window, sitting up straighter in your seat, “Yes…” 

She raised a brow at you, “What was the last concept I discussed?” 

In your peripheral vision, you could see Hermione, your lady-in-waiting, stifling a laugh from where she sat in the corner of the room. 

“Uhm.” You stalled, trying to rack your brain for something that it could’ve subconsciously picked up, “Taxation Laws?” 

Madam McGonagall sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation, because who would dare to berate the Princess of Heart without having their chopped off by the Queen, “Your Highness, you’re mother insists that you learn about basic physics so I suggest to place your undivided attention on this. Now, as I was saying…” 

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“Y/N, are you okay? You seem to be distracted.” Hermione voiced her concern once the two of you were left alone in the library.

Out of all the palace staff, Hermione (besides your mother of course) was the only one permitted to address you without any formal titles. Something you insisted on since you first met her back when you were both 11.

A shiver ran down your spine as you recalled the earlier conversation with your mother, “They want me to get married ‘Mione.” 

“I mean eventually, you are expected to-“ Hermione started to say before you interrupted.

“Not eventually, they want me to get married in six months. They’re arranging a ball to find me a husband as we speak.”

This was the first time you had ever seen Hermione Granger at a lost for words.

With a sigh, you turned your attention back to the window which gave you an overlooking view of the garden adorned with thousands of red roses.

“I’m barely 20, how can they expect me to get married?” You said, fiddling with the locket given by your late father, “And to someone I don’t even know nor care about.”

Hermione gave a sad smile, “That’s just the way life is sometimes.” 

Silence fell between the two as Y/N continued to watch the falling leaves dance in the wind.

“You know what ‘Mione?” You suddenly said, turning your attention back to your lady-in-waiting, “That might be how someone else’s life would go, but certainly not mine.” 

She frowned, “What do you mean?” 

Pointing towards the window, you said, “All my life, the farthest I’ve gone out of the palace is up to those gardens.I want to go beyond them. I want to see what Wonderland truly has to offer!”

“But your mother, the Queen wouldn’t approve-“

“And who said anything about asking permission?”

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“I still think that this is a really terrible idea.” Hermione chimed in as she helped you with the finishing touches of your disguise.

The two of you figured that best way for you to freely roam the weekend without the Press or your mother getting alerted was to blend in. 

“Relax ‘Mione,” you reassured her as you both made your way to the backdoor that led to the gardens, “We’ve planned this out properly.” 

The Queen of Hearts never really looked for nor required your presence until it was dinner time.

So, you had to be back at the palace by 7 pm. But aside from that? Nothing was standing in your way.

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“I never knew everything outside would be so… colorful.” You said in awe after passing by the singing flowers.

Hermione giggled, finishing up the ice cream both of you had bought earlier, “That’s just because you’re used to seeing red and black.” 

You sighed happily, “I can’t believe that my mother never let me go out and see this. It’s all so beautiful.”

Hermione’s reply was cut off when a force suddenly knocked you off your feet. 

You would’ve fallen into the mud if someone hadn’t caught you just in time.

Looking up at your saviour, the first thing that caught your attention was the ginger hair.

Then the top hat with a maroon scarf that went around it and the cheeky smile.

“We’ve just met and you seem to be falling for me already. I’m Fred Weasley.” 

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment. 

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?” 

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?” 

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.” 

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter. 

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly. 

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.” 

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand. 

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?” 

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?” 

–

The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights. 

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights. 

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her. 

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

“Fred.” You said, giving the Gryffindor a smile.

“Y/N.” He countered, smile still not leaving his lips.

“So, how’re you liking the party?” He asked.

You smiled, “It’s amazing! I knew you threw great parties but I didn’t know you could do all this.”

“Well, George and I do love a challenge.” Fred said. 

Taking another look around, you nodded, “Looks like you and George really gave it your all.”

Before anything else could be said, you heard Y/B/F/N call out your names.

“Fred! Y/N! C’mon, we’re playing truth or dare.”

—

That’s how the two of you ended up in a circle with the rest of your friends, an enchanted bottle in the middle.

Truth or Dare was just a harmless muggle teenage game, right? Nothing could absolutely go wrong with this.

How wrong you were with that notion.

The bottle spun around the circle before coming to a stop, pointing towards Y/B/F/N. 

A girl you didn’t recognize gave your best friend a smile, “Truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” Y/B/F/N answered confidently. 

“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of the person you fancy?” The girl asked. 

Y/B/F/N’s cheeks quickly turned pink at the question, “I’d rather not say.” 

The girl nudged a shot glass towards her and Y/B/F/N downed it in one gulp.

The bottle was spun twice more, landing on Angelina then a guy from Hufflepuff and this time, it landed directly on Fred. 

George his twin a toothy grin, “What’s it going to be, Freddie?” 

The older twin grew silent for a moment, before saying, “Dare.” 

No surprise in that.

George’s grin even wider, “I dare you…to kiss the prettiest girl in this circle.” 

You felt the heat growing in your cheeks as Fred glanced at you.

The ginger stood up, gaze still fixated on you as he went through with the dare. 

Next thing you knew, he was kneeling right in front of you.

“Can I?” He asked, voice merely above a whisper. 

It was as if your brain had malfunctioned as you could voice out the answer, only managing to nod.

His lips were pressed against you, cheers echoing within the circle you were sitting in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the affection with the same vigor.

No words were exchanged, only the two of you smiling at each other like the most lovesick idiots (which you were).

Y/B/F/N suddenly clapped her hands together, startling the two of you, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone now, our work here is done.” 

“This was a set-up?” You and Fred asked at the same time. 

“I promise.” You said, still smiling up at him.

“C’mon Fred! You’re just parting for the summer! You’re not a soldier going into war.” George called out from the spot where he and the rest of the Weasley family were waiting.

Fred rolled his eyes at his twin, causing you to laugh.

“Go! Your family is waiting.”

“They can wait a little bit longer.” He muttered, bending down to connect your lips in a brief kiss.

“Oi lover boy! Hurry up!” George’s call came again.

“Coming!” Fred said, littering kisses all over your face before he made his way to his family,

“Bye! Write to me everyday! I love you!”

You laughed, waving at him, “Yes, I promise that I’ll write everyday! I love you too!”

–

That was two weeks ago. And you had kept your promise to your boyfriend that you would write to him everyday.

“Writing to your boyfriend, again?” Your sister mused, peeking over your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You said, not looking up from your letter, “Why?”

Y/S/N shrugged, “You just wrote him a letter yesterday, and the day before that.”

“So?”

“So? Normally when my boyfriend and I exchange love letters its either on a special occasion or a weekly basis.”

“Well, my relationship is different from yours.” You said, sealing the letter in an envelope.

“Good point.” Y/S/N agreed, “But, why everyday?”

You smiled, remembering the little exchange before you temporarily parted ways with your respective families.

“Fred is clingy, in a good way. He’s just adorable when he’s clingy. He even told me once that if there ever passes a day that he doesn’t get to see even just a glimpse of me - then his day isn’t complete. So, he made me promise - three times if I may mention - that I would write to him everyday so that ‘he doesn’t miss me as much’.”

“Why didn’t you bring him over?” Your sister said, giving you a look, “I would’ve loved to meet him!”

You smiled at her, “I won’t make any promises - but, maybe next year.”

“I’ll take that then.” She teased.

–

A day later, you had received a letter from Fred.

Opening it, you found it quite odd that the letter was short and vague (compared to the novel-like letters he’s been sending you for the past two weeks).

Hey love,

I miss you terribly. (George just smacked me on the back of the head and said that I whine about it everyday).

Okay, maybe I do.

Anyway, we just played a little Quidditch today - George teases that my team won just because you weren’t here to distract me. But, what can I say? You’re a wonderful distraction.

I hope you’re having a wonderful day princess. Write to you again soon! I love you!

Lots of love from your dearest boyfriend,

Freddie

Nevertheless, the letter was still sweet and maybe Fred was just busy that day.

Grabbing your quill and some parchment, you penned out your letter in reply.

“Isn’t someone lovesick?” Your sister cooed, noticing the dopey smile on your lips that never seemed to waver since reading your boyfriend’s letter.

You poked your tongue out at her, “Oh, sod off.”

–

Fred’s letters were getting more and more vague with each passing week.

For the first few, you just brushed it off, thinking that he was just busy - Molly did keep everyone from getting bored at the Burrow.

“And you don’t think that it’s weird?” Your sister said once you accidentally let slip your little “observation”

You shrugged in reply, “Maybe he’s just busy?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” Y/S/N noted, “But, in all honesty Y/N, I read some of Fred’s letters to you and from what I can tell - he’s never busy when it comes to you. I haven’t met him yet - but in every word that he writes in his letters, I can feel just how much he loves you.”

“I don’t know.” You hesitated, “Maybe his mum is keeping him busy?”

Your sister gave you a look, “Believe me, from what I’ve read - I can see that Fred would drop everything just for you.”

–

The vague letters continued on for the next week.

You decided that you would ask your boyfriend what was wrong. But, after you’ve taken a shower.

You and your sister decided to take a little swim, so you wanted to freshen up a bit.

Once you’ve dried your hair and wrapped the towel around your body, you opened the door that connected your bathroom to your bedroom and stepped out.

But, you almost jumped out of your skin as you saw someone sitting on your bed, recognizing the ginger hair and the familiar smile - you knew just exactly who it was.

“Godric Fred!” You scolded your boyfriend, hitting him on the shoulder as he started to laugh, “It’s not funny!”

“Why not?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“I literally just got out of the shower, Freddie.” You deadpanned.

“So?” He said, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you smacked his arm again, “Fred!”

“Sis? Are you alright in there?” Y/S/N’s voice came from the other side of your bedroom door.

“Yes!” You immediately reply, covering your boyfriend’s mouth with your hand, “Fine, just thought I saw a spider.”

“Really?” Your sister said, a teasing tone starting to lace her voice, “And the spider’s name just happens to be the name of your boyfriend?”

You could’ve sworn that your cheeks just got redder.

“What?” Your sister laughed, noting your silence, “He just appeared at our doorstep. Who do you think let him in your room?”

“You could’ve at least had him stay in the living room and wait until I had some clothes on and somehow looked decent.” You said.

“So? How was I supposed to know that you were in the shower? Besides, like Fred said, it isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before.” Y/S/N countered.

“See?” Fred said, poking his tongue out at you.

You pulled Fred up by his arm, the other hand making sure that the towel didn’t fall off you as you opened the door to reveal your sister and pushed your boyfriend, “Out. Now, stay in the living room and wait for me to put one some clothes.”

Before your boyfriend could protest, you shut the door.

–

Once you looked pretty decent, you went down to the living room where you saw your sister in the kitchen and your boyfriend waiting on the couch.

You sat down next to your boyfriend, giving him a smile, “Hey.”

Fred leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Hey beautiful.”

“So, what brings you here?” You asked, “Missed me too much?”

“Kind off.” He admitted, “But, unfortunately, that’s not why I’m here.’

“Why are you here then?” You started to feel worried.

“Well, you know how You-Know-Who is back and all right?” He said.

“Yeah, and what does that have to do with you coming here?”

“In the first wizarding war, Dumbledore put together a group called the Order of the Phoenix, which fought against You-Know-Who. Now, since he’s back, Dumbledore called the Order again, and since my parents are part of it - where staying at Sirius’ childhood home.” Fred explained.

“Okay.” You said, slightly confused, “You could’ve just told me this in a letter.”

“That’s the point.” He sighed, “As much as I’ve wanted to tell you these in my letters I can’t. As a precaution, Dumbledore doesn’t want us to include much information in our letters because it might fall into the wrong hands. That’s why my letters have been short lately. I hope that you’re not mad at me.”

You giggled, gently pinching his cheek, “Of course not! I have to admit that I did miss your novel-like letters, but I just assumed you were busy and you didn’t have much time to write.”

“Sweetheart,” Fred cooed, nudging your cheek with his nose, “I’ll always have time for you.”

“I told you!” Your sister shouted from the kitchen causing you to burst out laughing while Fred just furrowed his brows at you.

“What does she mean?” your boyfriend asked.

“Well, she knew that I assumed that you were busy lately, and she said that she had read your letters to me and from that, she can say that you’re never busy when it comes to me.” You said, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Anyway.” You stirred the topic back to the reason why your boyfriend was here, “You just came to tell me about the Order?”

“No.” Fred grinned, “I’m here to take you to the Order.”

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Earlier that morning, the redhead had approached you and asked if you could help with some homework that he couldn’t get the gist of and you happily agreed. Why wouldn’t you? The excuse to spend time with him was literally presented to you.

“Are you sure it’s okay with you?” Fred asked as the two of you walked to the library, “Because if you have something else to do, then I can ask someone else. 

Shaking your head, you gave him a smile. “It’s fine, I swear. I don’t have anything else to do anyway.” 

“If you say so.” The redhead said as he opened the door for you, the pleasant burst of air conditioning hitting your face. 

“Done.” Fred said in triumph, dotting a period before turning the textbook over to you, “Is that okay?” 

Pulling the textbook closer, you scanned over his answers before pushing it back to him, “Yep, that’s better.” 

“Yes!” Fred grinned triumphantly, closing the book with a snap, “Finally!”

You stifled a laugh, “See? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

Fred chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Guess not.” 

In the next two hours, the two of you managed to get a majority of your work done.

“Thanks again.” He smiled, walking out of the library with you, “You’re a lifesaver.” 

–

“Morning sunshine.” Fred greeted, plopping down next to you, “Can I have some of that?”

“Get your own breakfast.” You said, sipping on some pumpkin juice, “It’s all literally right in front of you.”

“Come on sunshine. Sharing is caring.” He cooed.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Then I don’t care for you until after breakfast.”

To anyone who had just met the two, they would’ve assumed that they were a couple who had possibly been together for a couple of months.

But, their friend group (and practically the whole population of Hogwarts) knew that the two were just “best friends” or to put it lightly, “blind to the fact that the other reciprocates the romantic feelings”.

While they witnessed the scene in front of them, they could only hope that you and Fred would come to your senses sooner rather than later.

Or they could lock the two of you in a broom closet…

“C’mon sunshine.” Fred stood up the moment he finished his breakfast, “I’ll walk you to your class.”

“Coming!” You said, getting up as well before waving to your friends, “See you guys later!”

On the walk to your classroom, Fred’s hand kept brushing over yours slightly but never actually touching.

Your schedule was almost exactly the same - except for the one class in the morning that you took that Fred didn’t.

The two of you stood in front of your classroom, facing each other but none of you making a move.

“Aren’t you gonna be late to your class?” You asked, looking down to avoid his intense gaze and to try to calm down the butterflies bouncing around inside you.

Fred just shrugged, a blush rising up to his cheeks at the realization that you noticed him staring, “When am I ever on time to class?”

You laughed, “Then exceed their expectations this time, carrothead.”

“Hey!” He warned with a small smile, “Call me carrothead one more time and I won’t give you any chocolate.”

“You’re lucky I love chocolate then.”

“More than me?”

That question was supposed to be easy to answer. If only you had the courage to say that you loved him much more than chocolate, much more than friends should, much more than anything else in this world.

“Cat got your tongue?” Fred retorted with a smile.

“Oh shut it, Weasley! Run along to your class now.” You came back to your senses, hitting him on the shoulder.

Before Fred could process what was happening, he quickly kissed you on the cheek before running along to his own class.

You stood there, dumbfounded, cheeks redder than any of the Weasleys' hair.

Did Frederick Gideon Weasley, your best friend and long-time crush, just kiss you on the cheek?

But, hearing your professor’s voice from afar, immediately brought you back to your senses.

“Looks like someone had a good morning.” Your friend nodded to the blush that was still on your cheeks as you sat down beside her.

You smiled, “Actually. I had.”

–

Fred walked into Herbology, not caring one bit that he was five minutes late as he replayed the events from earlier.

“Did you finally ask her out?” George teased upon seeing his twins’ dazed smile.

Fred shook his head, “Nope.”

“Then what do you have that idiotic i’m-so-in-love-with-her smile for?” George asked.

“I kissed her on the cheek.” Fred mumbled excitedly.

“You what?” George said, “You better not be sarcastic right now.”

“I kissed her on the cheek.” He repeated, before his smile faded as if the realization had just struck, “Oh Godric! I kissed her on the cheek. I’m such an idiot.”

George noticed the change in his twin’s demeanor, “What? What’s the problem with kissing Y/N on the cheek - you fancy her, don’t you?”

“I do!” Fred whisper-shouted, “That’s the problem! If I kissed her then I should’ve just as well told her my feelings which is the worst idea ever.”

“How did she react when you kissed her?” George asked.

Fred shrugged, “Don’t know. I already ran off afterwards.”

Silence for a moment, before a smack was heard as George’s hand hit the back of Fred’s head.

“You idiot!” He hissed, ”I wonder what kind of a boyfriend you are if you just run off the minute you kiss your girlfriend.”

“I was going to be late!”

“Since when did you care about being late to class?”

“...Today?”

“Uh huh.”

“Just tell her already.” George encouraged, “A girl like that won’t wait around for long. So, take my advice before you spend the rest of your life regretting it when you see her on the arm of some other guy.”

–

For the whole day, you couldn’t get the feeling, the moment of Fred kissing your cheek out of your mind.

If you were being completely honest, it was the only thing you could think of.

You were walking on cloud nine, your fantasies coming to life even for a mere moment.

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” The voice that belonged to none other than the guy you’ve been daydreaming about since that morning.

“Mind if I walk with you?” Fred asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Not at all.” You smiled, adjusting the strap of the book bag on your shoulder.

The two of you started walking at the same pace with each other, no certain destination in mind.

“Look,” Fred suddenly spoke up, mustering as much of his Gryffindor courage as he could, “about this morning.”

Your heart slowly started to sink in your chest just like the Titanic, did he regret it? Was he going to say that he didn’t mean it?

“I know what you’re going to say,” You interrupted, “You’re going to say that it was just something out of the blue and that we’re just best friends.”

“Actually…” Fred trailed off, “I was kind of hoping for the opposite. I have been head over heels in lo-”

You had once again interrupted him, but this time, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.

His hands immediately found his home by your waist, kissing you as if his life literally depended on it.

“Told you so!” The familiar voice of a certain annoying twin made itself heard to the both of you.

Speak of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

George stands at the end of the corridor with a teasing grin,

“Angelina owes me 5 galleons.”

He would cater to your every need and request, he would always be there for you - especially when you need him the most. Fred was literally the man of your dreams and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You still haven’t had enough?” You teased as Fred hovered over you, tracing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

“What kind of a question is that?” He asked with a cheeky grin, sucking his mark on your sweet spot, “I can never get enough of you.”

“Never?” You asked him with an amused smile.

“Never ever.” He confirmed, pressing a kiss to your lips.

--

You had been feeling sick for the past few days, getting up early in the morning to bend over the toilet and empty out the contents of your stomach into it.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital wing and have it checked?” Fred asked, giving you a worried look.

You shook your head, waving him off, “I’m fine. It could just be a bug or something.”

“You sure?” Your boyfriend asked, raising a brow at you.

“I’ll be fine, positive.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“When was the last time you had your period?” Hermione asked a week later, after you’ve told her that you were still vomiting.

You thought about it for a moment before dread washed over you when you realized it, “It’s late… by two weeks.”

Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t in the hospital wing so you managed to get a muggle pregnancy test without anyone giving you a suspicious look.

Hermione then stood outside of the bathroom while you conducted the test.

Your stomach dropped as you stared in horror at the two red lines that stood clearly on the white stick.

You sat down on the lid of the toilet seat, feeling like you would collapse if you didn’t. The tears started flowing down the apple of your cheeks as your whole world was suddenly turned upside down.

Hermione started knocking on the door, “You alright? What’s the result?”

You couldn’t give her an answer - but she could hear you crying and that was enough.

She gently opened the stall door and came in, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“What am I going to do Hermione?” You asked, “We’re just 18. We can’t have a baby yet.”

“I know.” The younger girl consoled, “Everything’s going to be alright.”

You gripped the test tightly, “Everything’s not going to be alright Hermione. Everything’s going to be a disaster.”

“Y/N, you have a wonderful boyfriend who is basically so whipped for you, who would do absolutely anything for you and looks at you like you just gave him the world on a silver platter. I know that this won’t be easy, but I don’t see how this will be a disaster.” Hermione said.

“I won’t be telling him.” You admitted quietly, causing Hermione to stare at you in shock.

“You’re pretty smart Y/N, but that is by far the dumbest idea that I have ever heard.” She said.

“It’s not like I have a choice.” You sighed, “They’re about to open the joke shop, I don’t want to hold him back from his dreams.”

“Then what’re you going to do?”

“I wish I knew - but sadly, I don’t. I don’t have even the slightest clue on what I’m going to do.”

--

It was the day before Fred and George would be making their big escape. And it was the day when you knew your heart would break. But, you didn’t have a choice - it was for the best.

“You’re kidding.” Fred said once you’ve told him, “This one is not up to your usual standards, love. But, I have to admit - you got me for a second there.”

You shook your head, trying to keep the tears at bay, “I’m not joking, Freddie.”

The smile immediately dropped from his lips, “Wait, what? You’re really breaking up with me?”

You guiltily avoided his gaze, not bearing to see how he was looking at you right now.

“Why?” He asked, his voice starting to crack, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No! You didn’t do anything, it’s about me.” You protested.

“What about you?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?” He said, hoping that the whole thing was just a nightmare and he would wake up at any moment with you tucked in his arms.

“I just can’t. Okay? It’s for the best.” You insisted.

Fred ran a hand through his hair, trying to hide the tears that were streaming down his face “For the best? All of this is for the best?”

“Yes, it is Fred.” You said, now openly crying, “I don’t want to do this either, but if you knew my reasons - you would understand.”

“And may I ask what ‘reasons’ are those?” He asked.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Then maybe it is for the best.” Fred said, already getting overwhelmed with his emotions before walking out of the room - leaving you a crying mess.

--

“Here he is.” The healer at St. Mungos smiled at you, gently putting the baby wrapped in a small blanket in your arms.

You felt your heart melt as you looked down at the baby in your arms. The small, red patch of ginger hair marked him as a true Weasley.

He looked up at you with big eyes, eyes that he had definitely inherited from you.

You were unaware of the tears of joy that were falling down your cheeks as the tip of your finger traced his little cheek.

He was perfect. But, you wished that Fred was sharing this moment with you.

The two haven’t talked ever since the day that you broke up with him. The other day, you saw a picture of him and George standing proudly in front of their shop in the Daily Prophet.

Despite still longing for him, you were so proud of how far he has come.

And that was possible with the sacrifice you made.

--

It had been 8 months ever since you first gave birth to your wonderful baby boy.

Now, you were standing in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. You didn’t know why you suddenly had the impulse to come here. Your baby was nestled in your arms, a small bonnet covering his head from the chill.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door of the shop.

You felt like your breath was being taken away as you took a look around. All of their products were lined up on the shelves, some were familiar to you and others were not.

At such a young age, your baby already had a knack for mischief as he started reaching out to every colorful item within his reach while he babbled in his own language.

You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes at him, “No. You’re too young for that.”

As if making excuses, your baby continued on babbling, poking his tongue out at you.

--

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He had just came out of his flat on the second floor with the paper works in his hand when he stood over the railing and he immediately caught sight of you.

You were standing by one of the shelves, a small smile adorning your lips.

No matter how long it has been since you ended the relationship – he still found you breathtakingly beautiful.

The way you somehow had the ability to do a better job than the sun at lighting up your whole world with just your smile. The way that your eyes twinkled under the lights, the way you laughed still seemed like the most beautiful sound he ever heard.

Every single day, he would always hope that he would wake up and have you in his arms – that breaking up with you never really happened at all.

Don’t get him wrong, he was more than happy with the shop booming with business and all – but there was something missing and he knew that that something was you.

It wouldn’t hurt to say hi. He thought.

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“For the last time.” You laughed, gently taking away another one of the products from your baby, “I’m not buying you these yet – at least, not until you’re older.”

He pouted, causing a wave of nostalgia to wash over you as you were reminded of his father.

“I didn’t know you had a knack for babysitting.” The voice you haven’t heard in over a year reached your ears.

And you could’ve swore that your heart literally missed a beat.

You turned around, facing the owner of the voice, “Hey Freddie.”

You suddenly felt like all of the air was sucked out of your lungs as you looked at him, he was just as handsome (if not more) as you remembered.

“So, how are you?” He asked, giving you a shy smile, “It’s been, what, a year and five months since we last saw each other?”

Yes, Fred really kept count on how long it was – partly because he was hoping that the time would come that he would stop counting because you would complete him again.

“Yeah.” You chuckled, “It has.”

“Niece, I’m guessing.” He said, nodding towards the baby that was looking at him with wide eyes.

You took a deep breath, not knowing how to respond or to tell him: niece? Nope. This is your son - the sole reason why I broke up with you in the first place.

“First of all, he’s a boy.” You gave a nervous chuckle, avoiding his gaze, “Second of all, he’s not my nephew..”

Fred felt all hope shatter the moment you uttered the three words - “he’s my son.”

“Oh,” was all that Fred managed to say before asking, “How old is he?”

You adjusted the bonnet on his head, “He’s eight months old.”

Fred’s mind automatically made the mental calculations – if he had done the math right, there was a possibility that you were pregnant when the two of you were still together.

His mind then flew to the last time the two of you got tangled in the sheets before you broke up – during that time, he had cast a contraceptive spell.

Could it be?

“Who’s the father?” He asked, even if he had a vague idea of the truth.

“Fred-“

“Just answer the question.”

“You don’t need to know.” You answered, the change in your demeanor was not that subtle.

“Why?” Fred asked, “is he someone I know?”

“Oh, he is someone you really know.” You said.

A blanket of silence and tension fell on top of the two of you for a minute, before Fred reached over and gently pulled off the bonnet that gave away the truth.

“Is he mine?” Fred couldn’t utter the question louder than a whisper as he stared at the patch of ginger hair that adorned your baby’s head.

“As far as I know – I didn’t sleep with any other Weasley.”

That’s when the last piece of the puzzle clicked together.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the mini version of him that was staring up at him with the widest eyes, “Can we talk in private?”

You sighed, knowing there was no escape, “Sure. Why not?”

He led the two of you up to his flat on the second floor of the shop, once he closed the door, he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind, “Is that the reason why you broke up with me? Because you were pregnant?”

“I had no choice, Fred.” You defended.

“You did.” He insisted, “You could’ve told me.”

“I did what was best for us.”

“Best for us? You think that ending our relationship because of our baby was for the best?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Yes, Y/N. I don’t understand so will you please explain it to me how exactly was it ‘for the best’?”

You sat down on the couch, looking down at the result of the love that Fred you had and, hopefully still had, for each other.

You looked up at him, “I, we would’ve held you back Freddie.”

Fred heaved a sigh, relishing in the way his nickname sounded in your voice – the voice he missed so dearly.

He then made his way to where you were seated, also opting to sit down on the couch but leaving enough space between the two of you in order to not barge into your personal space,

“What do you mean?”

“You and George were about to drop out of school and open up the joke shop. I knew that if I had told you that I was pregnant – you won’t continue with your plans. You’ll tell me that we would have no assurance if the shop will be a success or not, so you would rather work a regular 9 to 5 job at the Ministry so that you could provide for our baby. As much as it hurt letting you go Freddie – I would’ve rather endured that pain than living the rest of my life knowing that I became the reason you weren’t able to achieve your dreams.” You said, a year’s worth of sacrifice and longing now being released.

“Love,” Fred said softly, pulling you into a hug as he ran a hand through your hair, “I can see your reasons – I just wish that you told me. I never stopped loving you, Y/N, not even for a second. So, if you’ll let me – can I be a part of your and our baby’s life again?”

You smiled, “Yes Freddie, I would love nothing more.”

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, both of you grinning like mad.

A string of babbles suddenly came into the bubble the two of you created, you looked down to see your baby looking at you and Fred with wide eyes.

“Can I hold him?” Fred asked as the baby started making grabby hands towards him.

You giggled, gently depositing him into his father’s arms, “His name is Dylan – and he definitely takes after you.”

Fred chuckled, visibly melting as Dylan reached out and grabbed his finger in his little hand,

“Hi Dylan,” he cooed, “it’s your dad – I’m here now.”

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