#secondstartotheright

“You ready to go?” He asked, interrupting my thoughts, causing me to look up at him, my jaw dropping.

He was wearing a green shirt and pants of the same color, similar to the style of Peter Pan.

A thin band was around his head and a small green hat was on his ginger hair. He looked at me, a huge grin on his face, waiting for my reaction.

He was dressed as Peter Pan.

“I think it’s a bit too early for Halloween.” I joked.

He laughed, “It’s not actually for Halloween. It’s for you.” He said.

I was taken aback, “Me?”

A sheepish grin grew on his lips, “Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I just remember about the muggle fairytale you told me. The one about Peter Pan and Neverland.”

He glanced towards the window, “And to go to Neverland, you have to go to the second star to the right and straight on till morning.”

I looked at the sky, sure enough there was the second star to right, shining brightly in the night.

Fred held out his hand, “So, wanna go to Neverland?”

I smiled, taking it, “Take me away then, Freddie. Or should I say, Peter Pan?”

We ran through the corridors, our laughter echoing off the walls, hiding to avoid the teachers every now and then.

We arrived at the Black Lake still laughing like crazy, the wind blowing through our hair. We sat down on the grass, taking a quick break.

“So,” I said, leaning on my elbows, “how did you manage to acquire that costume?” I asked.

He blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ve had help from Harry and Hermione.”

I smiled, looking up at the night sky, “But why, Peter Pan?”

Fred grinned, “I think that I kind of liked the idea of going to a place where no one would care how childish you act. The idea of having comfort in showing that no matter how old you are, you could still be a child at heart.” He turned to me, “Besides you were the one who told me that story.”

I laughed, “So, let’s say Hermione told you that story.”

He chuckled, “I would definitely forget about it within 2 seconds.”

Fred stood up, running a hand through his windswept hair, “Want a better view of the stars?”

I stood up, “Where? The astronomy tower?”

A smile lit up his handsome features as he shook his head, “There’s someplace with a much better view.”

I cocked my head to the side, “And where is that?”

He took my hand and pulled me further through the castle, “You’ll see.”

We arrived at the Quidditch pitch as Fred took out his broom from the shed.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Fred looked at me, allowing me to spot the sparkle in his eyes that was present earlier.

“Giving you a better view of the stars.”

My eyes widened as I realized what he meant, “Are you mad?” I said.

He climbed onto the broom, holding out his hand to me, “Do you trust me?”

I raised an eyebrow at him while crossing my arms over my chest, “With my life? Yes. But, riding on your broom just to have a better view of the stars? Maybe not.”

He chuckled as I smiled, “But, I think I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt anyway.” I said as I took his hand and climbed on.

Without a warning, he then took off.

“Woah!” I yelped as I wrapped my arms around his torso to keep myself from falling off.

“Hold on, darling!” Fred said as he went higher.

“I don’t plan on letting go anyway.” I said as the wind blew through my hair.

A few minutes later, we came to a stop. And Fred was right, the view was much better here.

“It is better.” I said in awe.

“Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.” Fred suddenly said.

I looked at him in disbelief, blushing slightly as I realized that he was staring at me, “You remembered.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, “Of course. I told you I remember everything you tell me.”

When the sun started to come up, we flew back down to the ground. Fred returned the broom to the shed.

“I think that they’re still one more thing we need to do while we’re still in Neverland.” He said with a sweet smile that made the butterflies in my stomach come alive.

“And what is that?” I asked.

He bowed down as he took my hand and kissed the back of it, “May I have this dance?”

I giggled then gave a little curtsy as I said, “It would be my pleasure.”

There was no music, but Fred spun me around in his arms as if there was music playing.

(Author’s POV)

To others, especially to the ones that don’t know the two of them that well, it would have been a weird sight. The two of them were dancing on the grass with no music. The ginger was wearing a green costume. The both of them laughing, making it obvious that they were having the time of their lives.

But to their close friends, who have watched them pining at each other for the past year, the friends who have watched them be oblivious to the obvious fact that they are in love with each other. It would have been a sight for sore eyes for their friends. Nobody can deny the fact that they were hopelessly in love.

To Fred, it would have been one of the happiest days of his life. The girl that he loved dearly was dancing in his arms. The girl that he loved was happy with the adventure that they just had. He was ecstatic because he could see the smile on Y/N’s face. She was the girl who owned his heart, he couldn’t deny that she had him wrapped around her finger, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

To Y/N, the night that she had with Fred felt like a dream. It was a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. It was a dream that she wanted to live in forever. She was at her happiest when she was with him. She never needed to pretend that she was someone else whenever she was with Fred. If there was one person in the world she can’t live without, it was Fred.

Ask anyone in Hogwarts, even the Professors, no one will deny that Fred Weasley and Y/N L/N were in love with each other,

(Reader’s POV)

Fred spun me around one last time, before we sat down on the grass.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, seeing the look on his face.

He looked at me, coming out of his trance, “Do you remember when I told you that the reason I couldn’t sleep was because I was thinking about someone?”

I nodded, “Yeah, why?”

“Because that someone is you.” He said, leaning back on his elbows.

I followed suit, matching his position, “Me?”

He looked down, the smile evident on his face, “Yeah, I think about you all the time. You’re so gorgeous, you’re so smart, amazing, brilliant, kind, sweet, caring, loving. You laugh at my puns and my stupid jokes. You’re always there when I need a shoulder to cry on. You know and understand the real me. It’s like you’re my Neverland, you’re my Peter Pan. You don’t care how childish I act. And I find refuge in you.” He looked up, his chocolate brown eyes meeting mine, “I don’t think I can keep it a secret anymore. But I love you Y/N. More as a friend, I love you.”

I was speechless, I couldn’t believe what I heard, Fred Weasley, my best friend, the boy I had been head over heels in love with ever since I could remember shares the same feelings as me.

“Look,” He said, “I understand if you don’t-“

I leaned forward and crashed my lips with his, interrupting whatever he was going to say. He placed one hand on my cheek as the other went promptly to my waist. He started kissing me as if I was oxygen, as if his life depended on it. Our lips moved together, finally having the moment we always longed for.

We pulled away minutes later, lungs demanding oxygen.

“I love you too Freddie.” I said looking up at him, a pinkish tint painting his cheeks, “I always have.”

A few minutes of staying in comfortable silence being cuddled up by Fred’s side, resting my head on his chest.

“Peter Pan was right.” I suddenly said.

Fred raised an eyebrow, “About what?”