#hponeshots

He rolled his eyes, “My family will just adore you. Trust me.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

--

That’s how I ended up standing in front of the Burrow, looking up in awe at the house.

“Are you going to come in? Or are you going to stand there gaping all day?” Ron asked impatiently.

I chuckled, “I’m sorry. I just can’t believe I’m really here.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re acting worse than somebody meeting their partner’s family for the first time.”

I smacked his arm, “Just wait until you’ve gotten the guts to ask Hermione out, then you’ll know how it feels.”

Harry put a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, Molly would love you, just wait and see.”

Ron knocked on the wooden door, “Mum! They’re here!”

The door swung open, and Mrs. Weasley could be found standing by the doorway, greeting us with a warm smile.

After giving her son a hug, she gave Harry one too.

When she spotted me, she gave a huge smile as she pulled me into one of her famous bone crushing hugs.

“You must be Y/N!” She said, “I’ve been telling Ron to invite you over. I don’t know what took that boy so long.”

I chuckled, “It’s mostly my fault Mrs. Weasley, I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“Nonsense.” She said, “And please dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old. Now, come on in, you and Harry must’ve been tired.” She then ushered us into the Burrow.

I got introduced to the rest of the family, Ginny immediately launching herself into my arms as soon as she saw me.

Even though I was in the same year as Ron, Ginny and I had a very close bond.

“Where’s Hermione?” The youngest Weasley asked her brother.

Ron shrugged, “She’s coming over the day after tomorrow.”

“Who have you brought home ickle Ronniekins?” A teasing voice called from the staircase.

Two identical looking gingers appeared into the kitchen, I assumed that they were the twins.

They had quite a reputation at Hogwarts, though I have never met either of them in person.

“Why, is this the famous Y/N, mum always wants to invite?” One of them asked.

“Of course, it is. Who else would it be?” The other one said.

The taller twin stepped forward, taking my left hand as he grazed his lips along my knuckles, “I’m Fred, darling, and obviously I’m the better-looking twin.”

Ron rolled his eyes, ‘Stop flirting, will ya?”

“I’m not flirting,” Fred retorted, “I’m just making a good impression.”

“Don’t worry about them.” Fred’s twin, the one I now knew was George, stood by my side, “They’re always like that.”

I laughed, “I figured.”

--

It was the crack of dawn, since my insomnia refused to let me get anymore sleep, I decided to head down and read.

I turned another page on the book that Hermione had recommended me: Five Feet Apart. True to her word, it was a really good book.

“What are you reading?” a deep, yet familiar, voice asked.

I looked up, seeing Fred with a soft smile, unaware to the fact that he had been right in front of me.

“A book.” I answered, “What else would I be reading?”

His laugh awakened thousands of butterflies in my stomach. The way his hair was slightly tousled, the way his smile seemed to brighten up the dim room.

Merlin, out of everyone in the whole bloody world, why does Ron have to be the one with the hot older brother.

“I was asking about the title, darling.” He said.

I smiled, “It’s Five Feet Apart. Hermione recommended it to me.”

“What’s it about?” Fred asked.

I raised a brow at him, “Since when did you become interested in books?”

He gave a sheepish grin, “Since I saw you so engrossed in it just moments ago.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization that he had been watching me all along, “Well, it revolves around these two people who have the same illness, and they have to be six feet apart at all times. But the two main characters decided to be rebellious and take back a foot, thus the title: Five Feet Apart.”

“That sounds interesting.” Fred commented, resting his cheek on his hand, maintaining eye contact, “Mind reading it to me sometime?”

I giggled, “Of course.”

“Woah, woah.” A voice suddenly said, causing the both of us to jump, “Get a room you two, seeing you two flirting isn’t what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, shut up Ron!” I chastised, raising the book to cover my bright red cheeks as I saw Fred’s cheeks were painted with a light shade of pink.

--

The boys were out in the backyard playing Quidditch, while Hermione, Ginny and I were inside catching up.

I was seated by the window, having the perfect view of the game happening outside.

Fred could be seen zooming around on his broom as they passed on a ball to each other. His hair was slightly sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. The shirt he was wearing clung on tightly to his body, the faint outline of his chest slightly visible.

I had realized that I had zoned out on the full conversation until I heard somebody say, “So, yeah, Ginny will be marrying Harry tomorrow.”

I automatically nodded, “Yeah, that’s great.”

That was until I realized what they had said.

“Wait what?” I asked, finally turning my attention back to them, “Who’s marrying who?”

Hermione and Ginny started bursting into laughter.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione reassured, “No one’s getting married.”

“But” Ginny said with a cheeky smirk, lacing her hands together in an intimidating matter, “It did seem that you had zoned out and couldn’t stop staring at Fred.”

“What? No!” I said defensively, “I wasn’t staring at Fred.”

“Oh yeah?” Hermione teased, cocking her head to the side, “So, who were you staring at?”

“Um. George. I was staring at George.”

Hermione and Ginny shared a look, “What color is the shirt George was wearing then?”

I looked out the window, but I couldn’t spot George anywhere.

“Green?” I guessed, hopefully I was right.

“Wrong,” Ginny said, “He’s wearing a blue shirt.”

“What color is the shirt Fred’s wearing?” Hermione asked.

“Red.” I automatically answered without a second thought, blushing slightly as the two girls gave me knowing grins.

Hermione squeezed my hand, “Come on, just admit it. It’s just the three of us here anyway. It’s not like Ginny and I would announce your secret to the world.”

I sighed, “Okay, fine, I do fancy Fred. Happy now?”

Ginny squealed, “I knew it!”

“Besides,” Hermione said with a small smile, “you and Fred would make a cute couple.”

(Fred’s POV)

The girls were chatting inside while we were playing Quidditch.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off Y/N, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders effortlessly. The way her smile seemed to outshine the sun itself, the way her eyes sparkled like diamonds while she laughed.

My thoughts were interrupted when the ball hit me in the chest, “Hey! What was that for?”

My twin rolled his eyes, “In case you were too captivated by Y/N’s beauty Freddie, let me remind you that we are playing Quidditch.”

“Do us all a favor will ya?” Ron shouted from George’s side, “Just ask her out so all of us won’t have to suffer from your longing glances and your mutual pining!”

I snorted, “Give me a break Ron. She’s your best friend.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “So what? If you need my blessing so badly, then you have it!”

“And” I continued, “Why would she ever like me, Ron?”

Harry spewed out the water he was drinking, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Fred! That girl is basically head over heels in love with you. We can all see it in her eyes.”

“You guys really think so?” I asked.

George clapped my shoulder, “We know so.”

We then headed inside, only being able to catch a snippet of the girls’ chat.

It was Hermione who said, “… would make a cute couple.”

“Who would make a cute couple?” I asked as I stood behind Y/N’s chair.

(Reader’s POV)

“Who would make a cute couple?” I heard a voice behind me suddenly say as I took a glance and saw Fred.

Great. Just great.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something when I answered for her, “We were talking about how Hermione and Ron would make such a cute couple.”

Fred gave a small chuckle, “I can’t say I don’t agree.”

“Hey!” Hermione complained as we all bursted into hysterics.

--

It was now one of the last few weeks of summer. So, we decided that we wanted to make the most of them.

Tonight, we were going to have a movie night for the film adaptation of Five Feet Apart.

I was getting the popcorn from the kitchen when the stars decided that I would bump into no other than Ron’s hot older brother, Fred Weasley.

And the stars may have forgotten to mention that I would literally fall into his arms.

“Careful there, love.” He said with his signature smile.

I giggled, “Sorry, I could be a bit clumsy sometimes.”

He shrugged, “We all have our days.”

“So, how’s your stay here been?” He asked after a period of silence.

“It’s absolutely wonderful.” I said with a small smile, “I really enjoyed spending the summer here.”

“Can I ask you something?” He suddenly said.

I nodded, “Sure.”

“Why have you been a bit jumpy around me? Do I intimidate you or anything?”

I bit my lip, thinking about my answer for a minute.

Well, I couldn’t just say, No, I just have this massive crush on you. That’s why.

“What was that?” Fred suddenly said.

I looked at him, slightly confused, “What was what?”

“What you just said.”

I silently cursed myself, in my daze, I must’ve muttered the thought instead of keeping it to myself.

“It was nothing.” I said, feeling a blush rising to my cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow as a cheeky smirk grew on his lips, “Oh yeah? Then if it’s nothing then why are you blushing like mad?”

“I-I’m not.” I managed to stutter out.

“Darling, your face is as red as my hair now.” He said, advancing towards me, causing me to walk back until I hit the wall.

“So,” He said, “Are you gonna tell me now?”

I licked my lips, “No, because there’s nothing to tell.”

Fred slowly leaned forward to the point that I could feel his breathe fanning over my face, “What if I kiss you? Then you’ll tell me?” He whispered.

“Even if you do kiss me,” I said, “there’s nothing to tell.”

His lips brushed against mine, my breathe hitching in my throat, “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait it out then.”

He stood up, his eye dropping into a wink before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me flustered and my heart hammering in my chest.

Ron entered the kitchen, taking the popcorn bowl from the counter, “If the two of you continue being the oblivious idiots you are, I have half a mind to lock you in a broom closet until you confess your undying love for each other.”

I snatched the popcorn bowl from him, “Oh piss off.”

--

We would be heading back to Hogwarts tomorrow, I was in Ginny’s room, packing up the rest of my things.

I heard a small knock preceded by Harry poking his head through the small gap in the door, “Hey Y/N, Fred asked for you.”

“Really?” I asked, “Why?”

He shrugged, “He didn’t say.”

After thanking him, I headed up to the twins’ room, fiddling with the end of my shirt nervously.

I tentatively knocked on the door, hearing a faint “Just a minute.” Before the door opened and Fred leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“You called for me?” I said.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah. I just wanted to tell you something for a long time and I really hadn’t worked up the courage for it until now.”

“So, what is it?”

He took a deep breath, “I have developed a liking to you over the summer, a different kind of liking. But I understand if you don’t feel the same, being Ron’s best friend and all. But I hope that it doesn’t- “

I rolled my eyes, pressing our lips together to cut off his ramble. His hands immediately flew to my waist as he deepens the kiss.

Once we pulled away to take a breather, I smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

He chuckled, “This is officially the best day of my life.”

“Finally!” A voice said causing us to pull apart, “Thought I’d have to lock you two in a broom closet.”

Fred rolled his eyes at his brother, “Oh piss off Ron!”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

I smiled, my mood immediately being uplifted, while I lazily pushed my chair away from the table, standing up and walking over to him as I wrapped my arms around his torso and breathed in his scent.

“Hey darling.” He cooed with a small smile, combing his fingers through my hair.

“What have you been up to?” He asked.

I looked up at him, “Just finished that 12-foot essay for Transfiguration.”

“How about you?” I then asked, “What brings you here?”

He raised a brow, “What brings you here? She asks. I missed you. Isn’t that obvious? Why else would I be here?”

I shrugged, giving him a small smile, “Dunno, maybe you need something from me?”

Fred gasped as he placed a hand over his heart, feigning offence, “How could accuse me of such a deed?! Honestly woman, you call yourself my girlfriend.”

I laughed, pressing a small kiss on his lips, “I’m just joking love. Besides, I know how clingy you could be.”

“Hey!” He protested, “You’re clingier.”

I stuck his tongue out at him, “Am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

Fred rolled his eyes, knowing that I wouldn’t back down because of how stubborn I could get. He crashed our lips together, causing me to stumble back slightly from the force of the kiss.

He sunk his teeth on my bottom lip, nibbling it gently, causing me to moan softly against his mouth.

He placed a hand at the back of my head while I rested my hands on his chest. While he deepened the kiss we slowly walked backwards until my back hit the wall.

The two of us pulled apart, breathless and the temperature of the room rising up by a few degrees.

I looked up at him, feeling my cheeks being painted a tint of pink, “Is that your way of telling me to shut up?”

He grinned sheepishly, “Maybe?”

I giggled, “Then maybe you should shut me up more often.”

Fred smirked, leaning closer that I could practically feel his breath fanning over my face, “What if I shut you up now?”

I bit my lip, feigning innocence, “What’s stopping you?”

My boyfriend was about to reconnect our lips, when a knock on the door caused him to jump slightly.

“Oi Fred!” The familiar voice of his twin could be heard from the other side of the door, “Are you in there?”

Fred muttered something about wrong timing as he answered, “I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

“Well, now’s not the time to be making babies.” His twin retorted, “This product needs your immediate attention. Emphasis on immediate.”

“Why don’t attend to it?” Fred asked, rolling his eyes.

“I have a date with Angelina you oaf! Now, stop your baby-making, get your arse here and fix this.”

“Fine.” Fred huffed as he opened the door and took the box from George.

I sat down on the edge of my bed while Fred sat down on the floor and starting to figure out what was wrong.

“So much for the mood.” I said with a small laugh, moving to sit down in front of him.

“This fever fudge has been on trial for weeks.” He groaned, looking over the ingredients of the product again.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked, resting my chin on the open palm of my hand.

He frustratingly ran a hand through his hair, making it even messier, “It malfunctions. Once you eat it, your temperature will rise up to 40 degrees. Then within mere minutes it’ll go back down to your normal temperature even without the cure.”

I reached out my hand, “Can I see the list?”

He nodded, handing me the piece of parchment as I read over the messy, but thankfully eligible, handwriting.

“That’s why.” I muttered once I’ve finished reading the whole list.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Fred asked as I handed it back to him.

“You’re missing an ingredient.” I explained, “That’s why it malfunctions.”

“What ingredient?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Just a mandrake leaf. Though, I’ve run out of stock. I’ll go ask Hermione if she has some.”

We then started making the potion again, now all we needed was the mandrake leaf.

I walked towards the door and before leaving to Hermione’s dorm, I warned my boyfriend, “Whatever you do. Don’t add anything else to the potion. You behave until I get back with the mandrake leaf.”

Fred nodded, giving a mock salute, “Yes Ma’am!”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him before shutting the door behind me.

(Fred’s POV)

As soon as the door closed, I looked back down at the parchment in my hand, double checking the whole process to make sure that we did it right.

I took a glance at the bubbling potion that was sitting in the cauldron, that’s strange. If I wasn’t mistaken the potion had to be orange, not purple.

I went over the list again and thought that we’ve must’ve added a little less unicorn horn powder than required

Unscrewing the jar, I was about to add a dash of the powder when I stopped in my tracks remembered what my girlfriend told me.

“Whatever you do. Don’t add anything else to the potion. You behave until I get back with the mandrake leaf.”

I hesitated, the ladle hovering above the cauldron.

She did say that I should wait for her, but I’m pretty sure that nothing will go wrong if I just add a dash, right?

Right?

I sighed, quickly tipping over the ladle, watching the powder drop into the potion.

I waited a minute, but nothing seemed to happen.

At that moment, I realized that I should’ve listened.

Fireworks started to explode from the potion, bouncing off the walls and knocking stuff over.

Once the fireworks disappeared, the room was a mess. I mean a literal mess.

Before I could think of a solution to make it look like that nothing happened, I saw the door knob turn.

She was back. I was dead.

(Reader’s POV)

“Thanks Hermione!” I called after the girl as she headed down to Ron and Harry.

I then opened the door to my dorm, only to see a wreck in front of me and my boyfriend with the look of a guilty puppy.

“What in the name of Godric Gryffindor happened here Freddie?” I asked, staring at him agape.

He gave a shy smile, “I may have added a dash of unicorn horn powder to the potion.”

I glared at him as I took out my wand and waved it, the room cleaning itself up, “What did I say?”

He seemed to cower a bit, “You told me to behave.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “And what did you do?”

Fred gave a small, innocent smile, “The exact opposite.”

I sighed, suddenly remembering my Transfiguration essay and rushing immediately towards the table. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the essay was perfectly fine. I tucked it away in my bag before any damage could be made.

I was aware of Fred staring at me with big doe eyes, silently begging me to forgive him.

I gave him the silent treatment, fixing up the rest of the stuff until the room was back to its natural glory.

I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, breathing in Fred’s scent as he rested his cheek on my shoulder, his hair tickling my ear.

I looked at him, once again seeing those big doe eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said, almost in a whisper, “I should’ve listened to you.”

I licked my lips, “You’re lucky the essay I worked on for three hours didn’t get ruined.”

Fred’s eyes lighted up, “Do you forgive me?”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “See? You can’t stay mad at me for long?”

I raised a brow at him, “You want to test that theory out?”

His eyes widened, shaking his head vigorously, “No thanks.”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

--

It was started on a Monday morning at the Cafeteria.

“I thought you were supposed to call me?” My best friend, Jennie, said as she sat in front of me.

Unfortunately, I was too busy staring at the most popular (and most handsome) student in school, Fred Weasley.

I was pulled out of my trance by Jennie snapping her fingers in front of my face, “Hello? Are you even listening?”

I gave her a blank look, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I thought you were supposed to call me?” She repeated.

I smiled sheepishly at her, “Sorry, I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot.”

“Now that’s resolved.” She said with a small smile, “Who were you busy staring at?”

My eyes widened at her words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jennie playfully rolled her eyes, “You fully know what I’m talking about.”

She then turned to look behind her, exactly in the direction I was looking at earlier.

“Ooh.” She mused as I felt my cheeks heat up, “You were staring at Fred.”

I looked down at my hands, “I wasn’t.”

“Come on.” She said, slightly leaning forward “It’s not like I’m a stranger. You know that you can tell me.”

I looked up at her, “You promise you’ll keep it a secret?”

Jennie laughed, “When did I ever share your secrets to anyone else? I didn’t even tell anyone about the party you threw while your parents were away.”

“Fine.” I said, “I have a thing for Fred.”

She squealed, “Do you want me to put in a good word for you? He’s in my friend group.”

“What? No.” I said a little too quickly, “Besides, why would he be interested in me?”

“Why not?” Jennie said, giving me a look, “You’re practically the smartest girls in this school, not to mention the prettiest one too!”

I scoffed, “The prettiest? You flatter me, Jennie.”

“What?” She said, “It’s true.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

“Fine. Fine.” She tutted, “But I can always- “

“Jennie!”

“Okay! I get it, you think that you’re not good enough for him.”

I sighed, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder, “It’s not that I think that I’m not good enough for him. It’s just that there are so many other better options that someone like him can choose from, and I’m not one of them.”

“Fine. Whatever you say.” She said as we entered the classroom.

--

Our Biology class was already dismissed for the day; I was packing up my stuff to leave when our professor called for Fred.

I already slung my bag over my shoulder, and I was about to head out of the door when our professor called me, “Miss L/N, can you stay back for a minute?”

I stopped in my tracks, turning around and slowly walking towards the desk where Professor Lupin and Fred were standing.

“Yes Professor?” I asked, slightly aware of Fred’s gaze on me.

“Mr. Weasley here may be having a bit trouble with the subject. Since you’re the best student in my class. I was hoping that you could tutor him?” He explained.

I swear that my heart started beating faster the moment he said that. He and Fred were looking at me in anticipation.

“S-sure.” I managed to stutter out, “T-that’ll be great.”

Professor Lupin smiled, “Brilliant. Just coordinate with each other what times would be convenient for the both of you. Now, you’re both dismissed.”

Fred and I headed out of the classroom together, walking in comfortable silence.

“Thanks.” He suddenly said, “For willingly spending some extra time so you could tutor me.”

I looked up at him for the first time since leaving the classroom, “Of course. Anything to help.”

He smiled, handing me a piece of paper, “My number’s written there. Maybe we could start this Friday, after class?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

“I’ll see you then.” He said before leaving me to go over to his friends.

I suddenly felt an elbow rest on my left shoulder as I gazed at the direction where Fred had gone.

“So,” A voice spoke, “Spill the tea.”

I turned and saw Jennie, sporting a grin.

“What tea am I going to spill? Chamomile? Mint?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes, gently pushing me as I laughed, “No silly, I’m talking about the tea on you and Fred. Though mint doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well, Professor Lupin asked if I could tutor Fred and of course I agreed.” When I looked at her, she was gaping at me with anticipation.

“Go on.” She urged, “Continue.”

I shrugged, “That’s it, the end.”

“No way!” She said, “Come on, I know there’s so much more to that story. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“That’s really it.” I said.

She huffed, “There’s no fun in that.”

--

Friday came faster than I expected.

I walked into the cafeteria, where I was supposed to meet up with Jennie after I spent free period in the library.

I saw Jennie, talking to Fred, twirling her hair around her finger while she laughed.

On the other hand, Fred smiled at something Jennie had said.

The exchange went on for a while, Fred tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, to which she giggled.

I turned my back at the sight, shoving the hair out of my face as I started to make my way out of the canteen.

I just couldn’t believe it, after everything Jennie said, she was the one who had a thing for Fred all along.

I rushed to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, gathering up my composure and making myself look as presentable as possible before heading back to the canteen.

I saw Jennie sitting by our spot, once she spotted me, I gave her a small smile and sat right across her.

“Hey.” She said, “Where did you go? I saw you already arrived then the next minute you were gone.”

“Oh, I just went to the bathroom for a sec.” I said.

She studied me for a minute, “Have you been crying?”

You really can’t hide anything from your best friend, Jennie knew me too well.

“Yeah.” I admitted quietly.

She reached forward and squeezed my hand gently, “Why?”

“Because, um, remember the book that I read last week that made me cry?” I lied.

Jennie laughed, “Let me guess, you read it again?”

I chuckled, avoiding her gaze, “Yeah. I did.”

“Why did you reread it? I told you not to read it again.” She asked through fits of laughter.

“I’m sorry.” I said giving a chuckle, “I couldn’t help it.”

Jennie shook her head teasingly, “What am I going to do with you?”

--

I sat down at the far end corner of the library, tapping my fingers against the desk while I quietly hummed along to the song I was listening to.

To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call, and say, "Meet me behind the mall”.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder, I immediately pulled out one of the earphones and turned to see Fred standing behind me.

“Hey Fred.” I greeted as he sat down in the seat next to me.

“Hey.” He said, “So, can we get started?”

I stowed away my earphones in my backpack, “Sure. So, what topics do you need help with?”

He shrugged, taking about his textbook, “Our most recent lesson, the one about reproduction.”

That’s when we started.

“Mitosis basically involves the division of body cells and it produces two diploid somatic cells that are genetically identical to each other. On the other hand, meiosis involves the division of sex cells and it produces four haploid gametes that are genetically unique to each other.” I explained.

The ginger nodded, “So, mitosis produces identical cells while meiosis produces different ones.”

I smiled, “Exactly.”

Three hours later, Fred was able to grasp the concept.

“Thank you so much Y/N.” Fred said as we walked out of the library.

“No problem.” I said, “If you have any more questions, you can ask me anytime.”

With that note, we went on our separate ways.

--

The following weeks happened on the same routine, every Friday Fred and I would be at the library after class, working on whatever concept Fred couldn’t understand.

Later that month, we had a surprise pop quiz in Biology.

I was standing by the courtyard, taking a photograph of the sun as part of my project for photography club when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and lift me up in the air, spinning me around.

“Woah.” I said with a small laugh as whoever it was had finally put me down. I turned and saw Fred behind me, a big grin gracing his features.

“Hey Fred.” I said, hopefully that he’ll mistake my red cheeks for the heat, “What’s up.”

He grinned even wider, before pulling a piece of paper out of his bag and handing it to me.

I looked down at it, realizing that it was the pop quiz we had in Biology. And next to his name was the letter A in red ink.

“I got an A on the test.” He said, “I have never gotten an A before!”

I smiled at him, “Congrats! After all the hard work you’ve been doing, you totally deserve it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have done it without you.” He said.

I chuckled, “I only helped you understand it, you were still the one who answered the test.”

“But I wouldn’t be able to answer it if you didn’t help me understand it.” He insisted, “And as a token of my appreciation, I got you this.” Fred then handed me a red box which contained chocolates inside.

“Thanks.” I said, looking up at him.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “No, thank you.”

--

(Fred’s POV)

It’s been a month since I started having tutor sessions with Y/N. I know that she’s one of the smartest people in school, but I don’t know why I didn’t notice her before.

My siblings and I were hanging out by the courtyard, talking about the Biology lesson that had been discussed an hour ago.

“That lesson had been the easiest one ever.” George said.

“Yeah.” Ron agreed, “I have no interest in biology whatsoever, but I have to say this is the concept that I was able to grasp in one lecture.”

“How about you Freddie?” Ginny asked, “What did you think of the lesson?”

I nodded, half of my mind in a daze, “Yeah, it was easy.”

Then I saw Y/N passing by, unaware that I was cutting off a conversation my siblings were trying to get me engaged in, I called out her, “Hey Y/N!”

She turned her head towards me, “Yeah?”

“Can we meet up this Friday? I kinda got confused with the lesson today.” I requested.

She nodded, offering a small smile, “Sure. I’ll see you then.” She said before walking off to her best friend.

I couldn’t keep the smile of my face as I turned my attention back to my siblings, who were now gaping at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You just said no more than five minutes ago that you found the lesson easy and now you want to meet up with Y/N a.k.a. your tutor?!” He asked.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down at my hands, not answering the question.

My sister nudged Ron, “Honestly Ron, are you that blind? It’s obvious that Freddie’s in love with Y/N.”

“Aaw.” My twin cooed, reaching forward to ruffle my hair, “Freddie’s in love.”

I swatted his hand away, “I’m not in love.”

Ginny snorted, “As if we’d believe you Freddie. With all the gifts you’re giving her? The chocolates? The flowers? You almost decided at giving her a necklace at one point. Don’t tell me that it’s ‘just a token of your appreciation’.”

“And the way you would never shut up about her? Please Fred, you could do some much better than that.” George chimed in.

I sighed, feeling the blush on my cheeks transition to a darker shade, “Okay fine. She’s this wonderful angel that I’m pretty sure dropped straight down for heaven. I’m such an idiot for not noticing her sooner. And, with prom coming up next week, I’ve actually been meaning to ask her.” I confessed.

--

(Reader’s POV)

Fred and I were sitting in the library, chatting with each other and not really getting any work done.

“Okay. Okay.” I said after recovering from a laughing fit after Fred told me a story of him and George during their younger years, “But, we have to start on whatever you don’t understand because that’s what we’re here for.”

Fred smiled, “Actually. I understood it just fine.”

I gave him a confused look, “Then why did you asked to meet up?”

He smiled, taking out a bouquet of roses and handing it to me, “Well, since prom is happening in a week. I was wondering if you would be my date?”

I stared at him, awestruck. The Fred Weasley, the most popular guy in school, wanted me to be his date for prom?

“As a friend?” I asked.

He licked his lips, fiddling with the end of his shirt, “Well, I was wondering if you could actually be my date. But if you want to go as friends then it’s fine.”

I grinned, standing up and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I would absolutely love to.”

“Great.” He said, his cheeks being painted with a shade of crimson, “I’ll pick you up at eight?”

I giggled, “That sounds like a great idea.”

--

“My girl’s already grown up now.” My mum cooed, as my father put an arm around her while I walked down the stairs in my y/f/c prom gown.

“How do I look?” I asked nervously, biting my bottom lip.

“Sweetie, you look absolutely wonderful.” My father said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

We suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

“Oh, he’s here!” My mum said as she opened the door, my father following suit.

From my spot at the staircase, I caught a glimpse of him. I swear, I could’ve fainted from how handsome he was.

“Is Y/N ready?” He asked, the grin evident in his voice.

My mum nodded, “Y/N, honey! Fred’s here!”

I came into view, Fred’s jaw visibly dropping as he saw me.

“Hey there beautiful.” He said, his eye dropping into a wink.

I smiled, looking down at my feet, “Thanks.”

He then offered his arm, and I took it as my mum said, “Have fun you two!”

Fred grinned, “We will!”

We both arrived at the venue an hour later.

We had a great time dancing the night away with no one else but each other.

Then came the moment wherein they would announce the prom king and queen.

“Now, I don’t want to keep you waiting anymore.” Professor Lupin said as one of the members of the student council handed him an envelope, “And the tonight’s prom king is none other than: Fred Weasley!”

A roar of applause echoed through the hall as I gently nudged Fred towards the stage as he was awarded with the sash and the crown.

From the rumors that I heard, Jennie was in the leading position for prom queen. So, I would exactly be surprised if she won.

“And now.” Professor Lupin continued as the roars and cheering died down, “For this year’s prom queen, it is none other than: Y/N L/N!”

What? I was prom queen? How did that happen?

Ginny nudged me gently, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Go on.” She urged, “They’re waiting for you.”

Fred was looking at me with a huge grin as I made my way to the stage, last year’s prom queen giving me the sash and the crown.

After the pictures has been taking, it was time for Fred and I to lead the first dance.

He lifted my hand and grazed his lips along the knuckles, “May I have this dance, my queen?”

I giggled, “Yes you may.”

--

As it grew deeper into the night, Fred and I were walking through the gardens under the starry sky.

“Thanks for being my date.” He said with a small smile.

“Of course, thank you for asking me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Well, can I confess something to you?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

Fred turned to face me and suddenly said, “I love you! No time to explain.”

Before I could even open my mouth to say ask what he meant, he suddenly crashed our lips together, my waist fitting perfectly into his hands as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Be my girlfriend?” He asked as we pulled apart.

I smiled, “I would want nothing more.”

Fred grinned as he started to attack my neck with open-mouthed kisses, “Think we should go somewhere private?”

“Absolutely.”

--

It was a week since prom, and it just proves that news and rumors travels fast around school.

“So Fred,” Jennie asked, twirling her hair around her finger, “I heard you have a girlfriend, who is the lucky girl?”

Fred caught my eye from across the way, beckoning me towards him.

“C’mere baby girl, don’t be shy.”

I smiled, walking towards him as he placed an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss on my cheek, causing my best friend’s jaw to drop.

Fred grinned, “I actually like to think that I am the lucky guy to be dating not only the smartest, but also, the prettiest girl in the school.”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

“Hey Freddie.” I greeted, feeling the wind blow on my face as I stepped onto the busy street outside the airport.

“How’s your flight?” He asked.

“It was great.” I said, “I am actually heading back to the apartment now.”

“If I were you sweetheart,” Fred started to say, “I wouldn’t hail a cab.”

I furrowed my brows, “Then, how will I get home?”

“Look behind you.” He answered, a grin evident in his voice.

So, I did what he told me to do and when I did, I saw him standing behind me.

“Freddie!” I exclaimed, letting go of my luggage as I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around his torso.

He smiled, kissing the top of my head, “Hello sweetheart.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to get me from the airport?” I asked, smiling up at him.

He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair, “Well, that’s why it’s called a surprise.”

Fred then took my luggage as he offered his arm, “Let’s apparate home now, shall we love?”

I giggled, looping my arm around his, “We shall.”

Once we were sure that no muggles were in sight, Fred brought out his wand and suddenly the world spun around in a circle as we were slowly lifted off the ground.

We landed in our shared apartment, feeling a little bit dizzy as I sat down on the couch, waiting for the world to stop spinning and the three distorted shapes of my boyfriend, finally blending back into the one I loved.

I then stood up to bring my bags to the bedroom and unpack everything, but Fred started to protest.

“Hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing?” He said while gently pushing me back on the couch.

I raised a brow at him, “I’m going to unpack my things. What do you expect me to do?”

“I expect you to rest. You’ve just gotten back from your flight, so let me do it for you.” He said.

I pouted, “But Freddie- “

He pressed his index finger to my lips, shushing me immediately, “I missed you. Let me take care of you.”

With another wave of his wand, a book and a cup of tea flew onto the coffee table in front of me, “You relax.” He insisted, dragging my bags to our bedroom, “Just give me a call if you need anything.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him before picking up the book and started to read.

--

Once Fred has finished unpacking my stuff for me and I had finally convinced him that I’ve had enough rest.

I was currently in the kitchen, cooking up dinner for Fred and I.

I tensed up when somebody wrapped their arms around my waist, but I relaxed immediately as soon as I realized that somebody was my dork of a boyfriend.

“Hello baby.” He said with a small smile, nudging my cheek with his nose as he started trailing soft kisses on my jaw and neck.

“Looks like somebody missed me.” I teased.

Fred hummed, “I missed you more than you know, had half the mind to fly over to California myself.”

I giggled, turning around in his arms to face him as I pressed a kiss on his lips, “I missed you too.”

He leaned forward and reunited our lips, lifting me up on the counter as he inserted his tongue into my mouth.

“Fred.” I tried to say as we pulled apart, Fred starting to attack my neck with open-mouthed kisses, sucking and biting on my sweet spot.

“Freddie.” I tried again, pushing him away gently.

“What?” He whined, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout.

I laughed at his childish antics, “Freddie, the food’s gonna burn if we don’t stop now. We can always continue this later.” I said, kissing his pout,

Fred leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and huffed, “Fine.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, switching off the stove as we started to eat dinner.

--

This time, the two of us sat in front of the muggle TV while we watched IT.

Did Fred put on a horror movie on purpose? Yes.

Why did he do that? To scare the living hell out of me.

Why would he want to scare the living hell out of me? So that he has an excuse to cuddle with me.

I swear to Merlin, this man is a clingier than a toddler on the first day of preschool.

I almost screamed as I buried my head into my boyfriend’s chest when a last-minute jump scare came at the end of the movie.

“Aw.” Fred cooed teasingly, “Is my princess scared?”

I hit him on the chest, “It’s your fault. You were the one who put on a horror movie.”

His chest vibrated as he let out a laugh, “Okay, fine, I’m sorry.”

I rolled my eyes at him as I stood up, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, I felt something different while I headed back to the living room.

“Freddie?” I called out when I noticed the silence in the room.

No answer.

“Freddie?” I called again, but still no answer.

My heart pounding in my chest, I peaked into the living room, seeing that it was empty.

I suddenly felt two hands grab my shoulders, causing me to scream and hit my back against the doorframe, trying to get away from whoever it was a fast as I could.

“Fred!” I chastised as I saw him on the floor, basically in hysterics.

‘It’s not funny.” I said, plopping down on the couch as I glared at him, “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Fred picked himself up from the floor, still recovering from his laughing fit, “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t spare a glance at him even though he sat beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder, “You scared me, Freddie.”

He looked at me with doe eyes, “I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me.”

I looked at him for a second and preceded to say nothing.

He playfully rolled his eye before he started peppering kisses all over my face, “Fred! Stop!” I said through laughter, “It tickles.”

A smirk appeared on his lips, “Oh yeah, all the reason to continue then.”

“Fred!” I shrieked as his kisses continued to tickle me.

“See?” He said, “You can’t stay mad at me for long.”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

She playfully rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, ask him. He is the one who can’t stop talking about you when you’re not here.”

I threw a pillow at her, “I’m not falling for that Gin.”

Hermione then came into the room, “Well, believe it or not Y/N it’s true. When you’re not here, Fred can’t stop going on about you.”

I sighed, standing up and placing the book back in my trunk, “You two have absolutely no idea how I wish that this dream would meet reality.”

The youngest Weasley offered me a small smile, “Maybe if you weren’t so oblivious sometimes, your wish would actually come true.”

She ducked as I threw another pillow at her, “What? I’m just saying.”

(Ginny’s POV)

“We’ve got to do something about this.” I told Hermione as we trudged down the stairs going to Harry and Ron’s room.

“I know right. I’m sick of the two of them being oblivious.” Hermione agreed.

We entered Ron’s room, to see him, Harry and George, talking among themselves.

Harry sighed, leaning back in his seat as he saw Hermione and I, “I’m so tired of hearing Fred whine about how much he wants Y/N but Y/N doesn’t like him.”

I sat down to next to him as Hermione settled down next to Ron, “Same here, I just want to lock the two of them in a closet until they confess their undying love for each other.”

George laughed, ‘That doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.”

Hermione wore the expression she always wore when she was nursing a brilliant idea, “But we need to make sure the plan is fool-proof. We need to guarantee that it will work.”

As if I could read her mind at that moment I said, “Like a set-up.”

Hermione’s eyes lighted up, ‘Exactly!”

George gave me a proud smile, “I like the way you’re thinking Ginny.”

Ron clapped his hands together, “Finally, so what’s the plan.”

Harry sprung up from his relaxed position, “I was born ready for this.”

I smiled as we started to plot out our little operation.

--

“Mum! Mum!” I called out as I came bounding down the stairs to the kitchen.

“What’s the matter dear?” She asked, turning around to look at me properly.

“We have a plan to finally get Y/N and Fred together and we need your help.” I said, excitedly as I explained our plan to her.

A smile crept to my mum’s lips, “That’s a wonderful idea Ginny! It’s about time those two stopped being so oblivious.”

The plan was to be put in to motion later this day, we could only hope that the plan would be successful.

--

(Reader’s POV)

I woke up from my nap to the strangest thing ever, everything was quiet.

The thing is, it was never quiet at the Burrow. There was always the occasional chatter, the small explosions coming from the twins’ room. But today, there was absolutely nothing.

I went down to kitchen, thinking that they were all down there even if it was only 3:30 in the afternoon.

There was no one.

“Thank Godric!” Somebody suddenly said, making me jump, “someone else is here after all.”

I turned and saw Fred standing behind me, I ran straight into his arms as he hugged me protectively out of instinct. “Thank goodness, I was starting to think that all of you got kidnapped or something like that.”

Fred rubbed my back gently in an attempt to calm down my nerves, “Mum left a note on the table, something about her and dad going sightseeing in the muggle town along with the rest of the group leaving us here.” He said, handing me a piece of paper with Molly’s delicate handwriting written on it.

Dear Fred and Y/N,

Arthur, the rest of the family and I are going out for a bit of sightseeing in the muggle town. We’re leaving the two of you there by yourselves.

Fred, don’t burn the house down. Take good care of Y/N and don’t do anything too stupid.

Y/N, look after Fred, make sure he doesn’t burn the house down or do anything more stupid than he usually does.

We’ll be back soon! Enjoy the peacefulness of the house while you can!

Love,

Molly.

I chuckled, putting the note back on the table, “That explains it then.”

The both of us then plopped down on the couch, “So, what should we do while they’re gone?” Fred asked after a few minutes of silence.

I thought about it for a moment, “You wanna do some baking?”

A mischievous grin graced his already handsome features, “Mum did say to not burn the house down.”

I laughed, “I didn’t say anything about leaving you unsupervised.”

He placed a hand on his chest, a dramatic gasp escaping his lips, “Unsupervised? What am I a five-year-old?”

I playfully rolled my eyes at his antics, “No. But you surely act like one.”

His hands found its way to my sides as he began tickling me, “You’re so going to regret that love.”

I squealed as I tried to pry his hands away, only end up having him tickle me harder.

“Okay! Okay!” I almost screamed, giving into submission, “I take it back! I take it back!”

He sat up, finally getting what he wanted, his hair a little messed up from his little assault.

But in my eyes, he looked as handsome and hot as hell.

“Earth to Y/N.” His voice brought me out of my little daydream.

“Oh sorry.” I said, giving him an apologetic smile, “What were you saying again?”

“I was asking if you were still up for baking?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I said, standing up as we walked to the kitchen.

We took out the necessary ingredients and started.

Everything was going well until I placed the cookie tray into the oven.

Fred suddenly grabbed a handful of flour and launched it at me.

“Oh, you little- “ I said, turning towards him with a small smirk.

He tried for an innocent smile, “What? I didn’t do anything.”

I raised a brow at him, “Oh yeah? Then how did I get covered in flour if we’re still not allowed to use magic outside of school?”

He shrugged, trying to keep up with his act, “I don’t know. Maybe it flew to you on its own.”

Fred didn’t notice that while he was trying to think of an excuse, I had discreetly dipped my hand into the flour, grabbed a handful and threw it towards him the same way he did to me.

As soon I launched my assault, I ran from the kitchen into the garden in order to escape.

But Fred, having the advantage of longer legs had managed to catch up with me as he grabbed me by my waist, causing a small fit of giggles be released into the air.

“You think you can get away with that sweetheart?” He asked, burying his head into the crook of my neck, having the butterflies in my stomach come to life.

I shrugged, trying to keep the blush that had risen up to my cheeks hidden from his view, “Maybe?”

We stayed in that position for a bit more, silence overtaking our surroundings.

“Can I confess something to you?” Fred suddenly asked, suddenly sounding serious for the first time in his life.

“Sure.” I said, feeling a bit worried with the fact that he was being serious.

“Over the years ever since I met you, I have found and still find you absolutely gorgeous, ravishing. In my eyes, every part of you is so bloody attractive and sexy.” He said before taking a deep breath and continuing, “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned. What I’m trying to say is that I love you. More than as a friend. I love you more than anything else in the world.”

I looked longingly at him before pulling away from his grasp.

“Not everything is a joke Fred.” I said, even if my own words felt like stabbing myself in the chest with a knife. I made eye contact with him again, expecting to see the usual glint of mischief in his eyes. But there was none, not even a small sparkle.

Fred stepped forward, pulling me into his arms again, “I’m not joking. I joke about a lot of things baby but this is the one thing that I’ll never joke about.”

I looked up at him again, seeing the yearning in his eyes.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“So, can I?” He asked, slightly leaning forward. Since I had already gotten the gist, I tiptoed and met him halfway, crashing our lips together as he cradled me gently.

“About time!” The familiar voice of his twin whipped through the air, causing the two of us to pull apart. Now noticing that the whole Weasley family was back from their little sightseeing adventure.

Ginny ran up next to George, a huge grin plastered on her lips, “Yes! It worked! It worked!” She chanted in celebration.

“What worked?” Fred asked in confusion.

“Our little operation to set the two of you up.” George said with a proud smirk.

“Ginny thought of the whole thing.” Molly said, joining in.

“You know,” Hermione said, “I imagined a lot of scenarios of how this would end up, but seeing you two snogging in the garden covered in flour isn’t one of it.”

All of us laughed.

“Well Hermione,” I said with a small smile, “That’s what happens when dreams meet reality.”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

I gave George a questioning look over my boyfriend’s shoulder, to which he just shrugged, “Sure, what is it?”

He looked down at our interlocked hands, “I know that this isn’t the right time to ask. But I just want something to look forward to in the midst of this madness. Heck, I don’t even have a bloody ring. But, when all this is over, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

I gave a small chuckle, this was exactly like Fred Weasley, impulsive but spontaneous. And that’s what I loved about him.

I pressed a brief kiss on his lips, “Of course I’ll marry you, Freddie. I wouldn’t want anything more in this world.”

He grinned as he engulfed me in a tight hug, “I love you.” He said as he peppered my face with kisses.

I giggled, “I love you too.”

“Hate to interrupt the sweet moment.” George said, sporting a small smile, “But, we’ve got a war to fight in.”

--

Fred and I refused to leave each other’s side during the course of the battle.

The two of us were standing by the Room of Requirement with Percy by our side. He had finally realized that his family was right all along and decided to fight alongside them in the battle.

Despite how much of a prat Percy has been, Fred was still the first one to welcome him back with open arms.

“Hey minister!” Percy shouted, throwing a spell at the man he used to work for, “Did I mention that I’m resigning?”

Fred’s eye lit up as he gave his older brother a proud look, “You’re joking Perce! You’re actually joking. I haven’t heard you joke since you were-“

What Fred wanted to say next was cut off as the wall in front of us suddenly exploded. The momentum throwing us back while debris flew around. Time seemed to slow down as I hit the ground, instinctively throwing my arms over my head as blocks of stone surrounded me.

“Fred! Y/N! Are you okay?” Percy’s frantic shouts could be heard.

I sat up, my head throbbing slightly, “I’m okay!”

“How about you Fred?” Percy called out, but no answer came.

Percy and I exchanged a look of horror as I called out, in hopes of him answering, “Freddie?”

Silence.

I immediately stood up, looking around in hopes of seeing my boyfriend somewhere, dusting off his clothes with his signature grin.

My blood ran cold as I spotted tufts of ginger hair under rubble.

“Percy.” I said in a low whisper.

Percy’s eyes landed on where I was looking, the both of us running forward and trying to lift the pieces of rubble off of his body.

Once we got the last of the debris off, I immediately knelt by his side, cradling his head on my lap, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Stay with me Freddie, please.” I pleaded as I ran my fingers through his hair.

His face was pale. His eyes were staring up at the ceiling, but there was no glint of mischief in them, nor was any sign of life. The ghost of his last laugh stayed on his lips.

“Percy.” I said, my voice cracking as I looked up at the older Weasley, “we need to bring him to Madam Pomfrey, please.”

He nodded, not saying a word as he looked like he was about to cry as well, helping me lug his brother to the Great Hall.

“Oh my.” The matron said as she saw Fred.

“Please save him.” I pleaded, the tears now flowing down my cheeks, “Please.”

She gave me a sympathetic nod, “I’ll do everything I can.”

The rest of the Weasleys came into the hall, George immediately bursting into tears as he hugged me tightly.

Molly held on to her daughter, who was now also crying, from the look on her face, I could see that she was trying to hold back tears. It hurt her to see her son, barely holding on to life, but she also needed to stay strong for her own family’s sake.

The matron gave us a sorrowful look, “I’m sorry.” She said before walking off to help the other injured staff and students.

Ron arrived with Hermione by his side, a look of horror overtaking his features as George detached himself from me and pulled his younger brother into a hug, the tears still streaming down his face.

I knelt by my fiancé’s side once more, cupping his face in my hands, “Please. Don’t leave me Freddie. Please.” I said through tears.

At the back of my mind, I knew that I could do something to save him, I just needed to remember what.

“Mum!” I screamed as she fell into the freezing lake. It was currently winter in Canada, and we decided to go ice skating on the frozen lakes.

We didn’t know the that the ice was too thin. The moment mum stepped foot on the ice, it cracked underneath her feet and she fell in.

Dad jumped in after her, successfully being able to pull her out. Mum had passed out; she was visibly shivering but her eyes were closed.

“Dad?” I said, getting scared, “What’s happening to mum?”

“Don’t worry dear.” He tried to reassure me but the panic could be heard in his voice, “She’ll be alright. Daddy can fix this.”

He then placed one hand over the other on mum’s chest before starting to pressing hard, muttering words under his breath that I couldn’t comprehend.

Then after a few minutes, mum’s eyes opened as she sat up.

I immediately ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding on to her like a koala.

“What did you daddy?” I asked, staring up at my father with huge eyes, “How did you save mummy?”

My father gave a small smile, “It’s called CPR. Don’t worry honey, I’ll teach you.”

There was a way, I could save him.

Molly tried to pry me off Fred, “It’s okay dear.” She tried to say in a comforting tone, “There’s nothing we can do now. He’s gone.”

“No.” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes, “I can save him Molly.”

I saw that her eyes gleamed with a hopeful sparkle, “Are you sure dear?”

I nodded, “I’m positive. I have to at least try. I can’t move on thinking that I didn’t even try to save him.”

She nodded, letting go of my arm, “Let’s hope that it works then.”

I took a deep breathe, remembering everything my father taught me about CPR.

I tilted his head back slightly, opening up an airway as I placed my hands one on top of the other in the middle of his chest, pressing down hard as I counted the compressions under my breath.

I then pinched his nose before breathing into his mouth and continuing the compressions.

“Come on, come on.” I said, placing two of my fingers over his wrist, feeling for a pulse.

At first there was nothing, I was vaguely aware of the whole Weasley family watching me carefully, their hope stood out like a glass vase. One wrong move and it will break into millions of piecese.

I breathed out a sigh of relief, finally feeling a pulse in his wrist. I looked at the group of gingers with a huge smile, “He’s alive.” I said, not daring to let go of Fred’s wrist.

They started to cheer, George and Molly kneeling down and squeezing me in a bone crushing hug as they repeatedly said thanked me for saving Fred.

“How can someone get some bloody rest if it’s nosier than a New Year’s firework show.” A familiar voice grumbled jokingly.

“Freddie!” I exclaimed while I threw my arms around him as he sat up, “I thought that I lost you for good.” I said while sobbing into his shirt.

He gave a small chuckle, hugging me tightly, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

--

The war was finally over, rubble was still scattered around but we were safe. The Dark Lord was gone, and peace was restored to the world once again.

Fred wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, “Thank you for saving my life.” He said, placing small kisses on my neck.

I giggled, turning around to face him, “I’d do anything for you Freddie. If I even have to trade my own soul for yours then I’d do it.”

He grinned, pulling me in for a brief kiss, “What would I do without you?”

--

“Y/N! Fred!” Molly greeted as she pulled the two of us into a tight hug, “It’s been so long since you last visited, what kept you busy?”

Fred gave a sheepish grin as we shared a glance, “Sorry mum, we just got back from our honeymoon.”

Molly’s eyes widened as she allowed Fred’s words to sink in, “Honeymoon? What do you mean?”

“Well,” Fred said, “The thing is mum, Y/N and I may or may not have eloped around two weeks ago.”

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Molly scolded, hitting him with a dish towel she was holding, “I taught you better than to just elope with your wife instead of giving her a special day!”

She then averted her attention to me, her gaze softening, “Don’t worry dear, we’ll make sure that you have a proper celebration.”

I gave a small laugh, “Don’t worry about it Molly, it’s completely fine.”

“No, I insist.”

“But mum-“

“Shush Fred, I know that I brought you up better than that.”

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

He looked at me skeptically, Fred knew me even better than I knew myself. Perks of being best friends ever since we were eleven.

“You sure?” He asked. To which I answered with a small nod.

We settled back in bed minutes later, I fell asleep immediately, feeling slightly exhausted.

But little did I know, Fred did not fall asleep immediately.

Author’s POV

Fred stared at his wife, who was now sleeping peacefully by his side, his brow furrowed.

He didn’t know what was happening, she only started vomiting yesterday. And even that happened out of the blue.

She didn’t seem sick, one minute she would be fine then the next minute she would already be throwing up. She would also often wake up with a slight headache but later that day, she would be moving around like everything was alright.

As if feeling her significant other’s worry, Y/N mumbled a small, “Go to sleep Freddie.” making him chuckle as he pulled her closer to him and went to sleep.

Reader’s POV

“Are you sure that you’re okay doll?” Fred asked as I prepared to go out to meet up with Hermione and Ginny.

I nodded, sitting down on his lap, “I’ll be fine. I’m not porcelain Freddie. I won’t break that easily.”

He hummed, kissing my cheek, “I’m just worried about you doll.”

I giggled, “I’ll be fine Freddie. Don’t worry.”

--

Later on, as we had tea at Ginny and Harry’s flat, catching up with one another.

Despite the age differences between the three of us, we still grew up with the closeness of sisters. Being the only teenage girls at the Weasley household, we depended on one another, especially for comfort when the boys were being the daft idiots they were.

Everything was going well, until a wave of nausea came over me.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Hermione asked with a concerned look on her face.

I gave her a small smile, “I’m fine. I’ve just been a bit nauseous lately.”

Ginny furrowed her brows, “Have you been throwing up lately?”

I nodded, “It only started the other day.”

Hermione and Ginny exchanged a look, as if having a silent conversation.

“Have you had your period yet?” Hermione asked, having the same look she wore whenever she was close to figuring something out.

“No.” I said, shaking my head, eyes widening as realization struck me, “It’s late by two weeks.”

Ginny smiled, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking.”

Hermione had the same smile, “I am thinking what you’re thinking.”

She then turned to me, “Are you thinking what we’re thinking.”

I bit my lip, getting the gist, “I am. But do you really think that that’s the reason?”

Ginny stood up and with a flick of her wand, a drawer opened, and a pregnancy test flew into her open hand.

My two friends gave me an encouraging smile as I took the test from Ginny’s hand and headed to the bathroom.

Who knew that three minutes could feel so long? I nervously looked at the mirror. The test facing down as I gripped the counter so hard.

“What does it say Y/N?” Ginny asked softly.

“I haven’t checked it yet.” I said.

“You don’t have to rush it.” Came Hermione’s gentle voice, “Look at it when you’re ready.”

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I flipped the test over.

I bit my lips as I slowly opened my eyes to see the result.

Positive.

I opened the door, letting Hermione and Ginny in, knowing that they were also anticipating the result.

“What is it?” They asked as the same time as I pointed to the test.

They both squealed excitedly as they both engulfed me in a hug, my tears flowing down to my cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, cupping my face in her hands, “Aren’t you excited?”

I sniffed, wiping the tears, “I am.” I said, “It’s just a bit hard to process the fact that I’m carrying your brother’s baby as we speak.”

Then I started to fidget with the hem of my shirt, “But what if Fred isn’t ready yet?”

Fred and I have been married for a year. Sure, we talked about having kids but, did he want them already?

“Hey, Fred would be over the moon.” Hermione said, comfortingly, “He always talks about having a mini-Fred and Y/Ns running around the house.”

I giggled, “Yeah, but what if he’s not ready yet?”

“Then, I will kick his arse and hex him senseless.” Ginny said, causing us to laugh.

After we had recovered from our laughing fit, Hermione asked, “How are you going to tell him?”

I smiled, “Well, let’s just say I’ll be needing your help.”

--

I apparated back to our flat, shouldering my bag nervously, knowing that it could contain the biggest and life-changing news of our lives.

“I’m home Freddie!” I announced as I closed the door behind me, taking a deep breath.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist as Fred buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“Hey doll. I missed you.” He said, placing kisses along my shoulder.

I giggled, turning around to face him, “I missed you too Freddie.”

“Come on.” He said, taking my hand, “I made dinner for us.”

I chuckled, “I’m hoping you didn’t burn down the kitchen.”

“You wound me love.” He said with a small smile.

Dinner was absolutely amazing. But my mind kept wandering to what had happened earlier.

“Princess?” Fred asked, causing me to be pulled back into reality.

“Are you okay? You seem distracted.” He said.

I chuckled nervously, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, “I’m fine, Freddie. Everything’s all right.”

After a few minutes, I took a deep breath, gathering up all of my courage and said, “Fred, do you want to have kids?”

He took a sip of water as he smiled, “Of course love, what kind of question is that?”

I took out a small red box out of my bag and handed it to him.

“What’s this love? Hopefully, it’s not a prank right.” He joked.

His eyes scanned the contents of the box, his line of vision alternating between me and the test.

“Doll, this is not a prank isn’t it?” He said.

I bit my lip, shaking my head, “I’m pregnant Fred.”

He was speechless, it took a lot to make Fred Weasley speechless.

“You’re pregnant.” He repeated, standing up and lifting me up as he spun me around.

“I’m going to be a dad.” Fred smiled as he peppered kisses all over my face.

I giggled, “You’re not mad?”

He looked at me as if I dropped the moon, “What do you mean? Why would I be mad? This is the best day of my life.”

He put me down as he started bouncing on his heels excitedly, “Can we tell George now? Please?”

I smiled, “Yes, we can go tell George.”

He hurriedly took his wand as he interlaced our hands together and we apparated to George’s flat.

“Blimey!” George exclaimed in surprise, “Can’t you two bother to give a heads-up next time? I have a date with Angie in ten.”

Fred was bouncing off the walls, “Oh, you wouldn’t want to miss this Georgie. This is the best day of my life!”

“Well go on.” He said impatiently, “I don’t have all day, ya know.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, “But you have to promise us that this will only be between the three of us. You won’t tell anyone else until we tell you too.”

He nodded, “I promise. Now what is it?”

“Y/N is pregnant!” Fred exclaimed, obviously can’t keep his excitement in anymore.

“I’m going to be an uncle?” George exclaimed, as like Fred, he lifted me up and spun me around in a circle.

I smacked George at the back of his head, “I swear on all things holy, if you tell Angelina or anyone else before we give you the go signal. I will hex you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I promise.” George said, rubbing the spot where I hit him.

Fred and I apparated back to our flat before Angelina arrived.

He then knelt down, lifting my shirt a bit and pressing a kiss to my stomach as he looked up at me and said, “Thank you. For the best gift of my entire life.”

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