#fredweasleyxreader

“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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The winter holidays came and went. The Weasley’s stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, but Jordyn went home. On Christmas morning, Jordyn was surprised to find a package delivered by an owl from Molly.

Dear Jordyn,

Fred told me about his scarf that got ruined by the weather last quidditch game, so I made you a replacement. 

Happy Christmas, love, 

Molly Weasley

Jordyn pulled out a gold and red scarf from the package. She threw it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her body. A familiar smell of vanilla and fire mixed together and lingered on the scarf, a smell she found herself sensing often when around the Weasley children. 

“Who’s that from?” Mrs. Marchbanks asked.

“It’s from Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George’s mum,” 

“Well isn’t that nice of her, we’ll have to do something in return.”

“I think she’d like that. We could knit her something this summer, and you could help me!” Jordyn suggested.

“I love that idea,”

Jordyn returned to Hogwarts the first week of January. After returning, it felt like the next months of school rushed together. Nights were spent until the closing minutes of the library, trying to help the twins study, but neither of them focused enough. She also helped Cedric study, which was much easier than helping the twins, since he actually wanted to do well on his O.W.L.S. Jordyn found herself spending a lot more time with her roommates than she ever had in the years before, gossiping about boys, Lissie and Savannah trying to find out which Weasley twin was which and which one Jordyn liked, but she didn’t tell anyone. She hadn’t even come to terms with herself about falling head over heels for Fred. In the Gryffindor common room, there was another break in by Sirius Black, and Jordyn had her recurring nightmare once more, before Cedric got her more dreamless sleeping potion. Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup, leading to a nightmare party, where Jordyn experienced a drunk Fred and George for the first time. 

One night in the common room, with Cedric and Jordyn studying, Cedric broke the silence in the room.

“Dad got tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” he started.

“What is that exactly?” Jordyn asked.

“It’s a quidditch match that happens every four years against worldwide quidditch teams. This year is Ireland versus Bulgaria!”

“Oh so it’s like the Olympics!”

“The what?”

“I’ll explain later. Get on with the world cup.”

“And mum isn’t exactly the quidditch watching type, and dad’s got an extra ticket, so would you like to come with the two of us?” Cedric asked.

“I would love to! That’s so exciting!”

O.W.L.S came and went, and school was coming to an end. Jordyn couldn’t wait for the summer. 

“Ms. Marchbanks, Ms. Marchbanks, wake up.” 

Jordyn woke up to Professor Sprout shaking her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Professor Dumbledore requested your presence, come with me.”

Jordyn’s stomach dropped. She got up from her bed and followed Sprout to Dumbledore’s office, where he sat by himself, with a phoenix in his office.

“Ah, Ms. Marchbanks, I’m sorry to bother you this late, but we received a letter from your mother, somehow, I assume you have an owl that visits often. Besides the point,”

He handed her the letter. Jordyn’s hands trembled as she opened it.

Jordyn,

Hi love. I hate to tell you this news over a letter, but it couldn’t wait another week or so until you got home. 

Your father got into a car crash this morning, I’m so sorry, but he’s

Jordyn didn’t finish the letter. She felt her legs give out from underneath her. She started to cry, trying to keep it silent as she fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Marchbanks. If you would like, we can send you home now.” Dumbledore said.

“Please,” was all Jordyn could say.

Sprout helped her up and they went back to the common room, where she packed all her things and wrote quick letters to Cedric and the twins. 

Dumbledore and many of the other professors met Jordyn and Sprout at the Great Hall. Jordyn had left her note for Cedric on her roommates trunk, along with a smaller note for them so they would give it to him. She then asked Professor McGonnagall to give her letter to the twins.

That night became blocked out from her memory. She didn’t remember getting back home, she must have been asleep most of the way, but she remembered hugging her mom when she got to Kings Cross Station and the two cried together. When they got to their house, they sat on the couch and cried some more. 

There were things left to Jordyn, such as her dad’s guitars. He had so many, and she didn’t know how to keep them all. There was a note from him as well, reflecting on how special she was and how he couldn’t be more proud of her. She wondered when he wrote it and when he had planned on giving it to her, it’s not like he could have known this would happen. 

Cedric and the twins came to the funeral. She couldn’t have been more grateful for them at a time like this. Cedric left that night, but Molly allowed the twins to stay over. They did what they normally did: watched old movies and listened to records, and they sat together, letting Jordyn cry as her dad’s favorite songs played.

The next morning when they left, she gave them both a guitar.

“Jordyn, we can’t take these.” George said.

“Please, my dad would have wanted it. Plus, I have so many more. I know you guys wanted some, so, please take them.”

“Of course,” Fred said.

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.

--

“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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