#howarts

You and Fred had been friends since your first year at Hogwarts. Despite being sorted into a different house, you had become close friends with Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet so you were always around.

The two of you weren't necessarily that close at the beginning. You thought he was a meathead who didn't care about school and he thought you were too stuck up about school to have any real fun.

You did however find common ground with your mutual love for quidditch.

As time went on you and Fred has only grown closer. You weren't just Angelina and Alicia's friend, you were his friend too.

If anything, you were closer to him then either Alicia or Angelina.

During your third year a fight had broken out on the quidditch pitch between your team and the Slytherin players.

Fred was down on the field in an instant, pulling you away from the fight. Snatching your wand from your hand before you could do anything.

"Let me go Fred Weasley or I will hex you into next century."

That was the first time Fred thought he liked you. Him dragging you from the pitch as you threatened to hex him.

Fuming you aggressively paced back and forth in the locker room.

"C'mon Y/N, just sit down."

"No, Fred. You don't understand. You—you don't know what he said."

"Who who said? Love, just sit down," Fred stated as he pulled your arm so you now sat on the bench.

"Flint...called me a scumsucker. Said I was a perfect match for the bloodtraitior Weaselbees," you mumbled out.

Fred didn't say anything, he just pulled you in and held you as you sniffled.

Seeing you get riled up about a comment like that made his heart flutter. Sure, Flint was out of line…but knowing you were ready to fight him in defense of your friends…

“Quite feisty, sure the sorting hat was right?” he joked with you. You pulled away from him slightly, pushing him back with your hand in a joking manner.

Partying in the Gryffindor common after their particularly grueling match against your house, you stood in the corner gossiping with Angelina, Alicia, and Katie Bell.

“Excuse me ladies, mind if I steal miss Y/N here?” Fred asked, extending his hand out to you. Giggling you took his hand and followed him to a quieter area of the common room.

“I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Looking at him curiously, you responded…

“There isn’t a Hogsmeade trip this weekend,” you stated matter of factly. Wiggling his eye brows he pulled a map out of his back pocket. You had see. it before, but only small glimpses before him and George charmed it so you girls couldn’t see what they were doing.

“I’d love to”

That secret Hogsmeade trip was just the first of many for you and Fred.

Spending most free time with each other and being significantly closer, you and Fred were basically dating without the label. The line of snogging, cuddling, and handholding was passed a long time ago.

He’d join you in the common room as you studied by the fire, dragging his science experiments with George downstairs to work on.

Occasionally asking you for advice or ideas.

When you suggested something particularly exciting he would kiss your cheek and exclaim…

“You’re bloody brilliant love!”

When the Yule Ball was announced, Fred layed in your dorm, absentmindedly talking about how you would all meet up in the common room once everyone was ready and walk down together.

“Well, I’ll let you know. I’m not sure who I’m going with,” you spoke, nonchalantly flipping the pages of your textbook. This caused Fred to immediately sit up, giving you an incredulous look.

“What?” you asked innocently.

“You have a date…ME! You’re INCREDIBLE boyfriend,” he stated obviously.

“You’re my boyfriend?” you teased jokingly.

“Sure bloody hope so. Unless I’m not the only one you go around snogging.”

Once establishing your relationship, not much changed. Fred continued to be as kind, considerate, and annoying as always.

You were sad when George and him decided to leave Hogwarts, you knew it was for the best. You just had to wait until you could be with him again.

When you finally left Hogwarts you moved in with Fred and George in their apartment above the shop.

It was definitely odd at first, but you guys made it work. How could you not, you loved each other.

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Your sex life with Fred was unbelievable. Bastard was horny and cheeky as hell.

You always wanted to try new things and he loved to satisfy your needs.

Whether it was new positions or a public place with the potential of being seen/caught...name the place and time, he was down for whatever.

Although he loved taking care of you, he wouldn't deny that he craved the times when you were a slut for him.

He'd snatch you into empty classrooms or broom closets and fuck you right there, wasting no time by hiking up your skirt and yanking your panties until they pooled around your ankles.

Of course, you loved when he acted like this and often anticipated the moment. Choosing to wear no panties and hike your skirt up a little higher than normal when you know Fred would catch a glimpse of you.

"Look at you, you fucking slut. Needed my cock so badly, I should make you beg."

He'd take his time teasing you with his fingers as he swiped them through your folds, refusing to rub over your bundle of nerves.

"Pleaseeee Freddie," you would whine.

"Use your words. Good girls know how to ask politely."

"I want you Freddie."

"Want what?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Your—your fingers, your mouth. Bloody fucking hell just fuck me Fred."

And without anything else he touched you exactly where you needed him for a few moments before he replaced his hand with his cock, immediately sliding into you and finding a hard and steady rhythm.

One thing you loved, which you hated to admit, was when he'd fuck you after losing a quidditch game.

Dragging you through the Gryffindor common room, he'd grab whatever drink someone left unattended and led you up to his dorm room.

He'd take all his frustration and anger out on you, often leaving you sore for the next few days.

You hated seeing him so upset, but you couldn't deny how hot he looked as he fucked you senseless, one hand with a fairly firm grip on your throat as the other hand rested on the wall above the bed.

Afterwards though, you would care for him. Taking a position as a little spoon, you'd wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back and doing your best to soothe him.

"I'm so proud of you Freddie. I love you."

Turning in your embrace he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you love. I love you too."

When you had moved into the apartment above the shop with them, Fred hadn’t seen you in person for quite some time…so sex was 24/7.

The two of you were respectful enough that you tried to not be too loud, but sometimes you just couldn’t help it.

“You fucking slut, moaning out loud for my brother to hear? Naughty girls don’t get what they want,” Fred would say as he pounded into you from behind at an unruly place.

The best you could do was shove your face into the sheets, but with one particular hard stroke you were coming undone. A mumbling mess as you moaned out loud…

“Freddieeee.”

With a quick knock to the door you could barely hear George’s muffled voice cursing about how he had two bloody idiot roomates.

Your facing turning a deep red as you shouted out…

“Sorry Georgie!”

Turning onto your back, you looked up at Fred who sat on his knees watching you laid out in front of him. His favorite sight.

Reaching forward to grab his sore red cock, you teased the tip with your fingers.

“Your turn.”

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