Hopelessly Romantic Ficlets: "Fred Weasley"
Title: Hopelessly Romantic Ficlets: "Fred Weasley"
Author: Chellendora
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Romantic, angst, reader insert
Starring: Fred Weasley, you
Pairing: Fred/you
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor you.
Summary: You think back on you and Fred's relationship, and miss him all the more now that he's gone.
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“Fred, put me down!” you shrieked into the ear of the much taller red headed boy. He had thrown you over his shoulder and was running towards the lake with every intention of throwing you in. “Don’t you dare! Fred!”
Fred only laughed and upon reaching the edge of the lake, tossed you into the water. You didn’t go without a fight though, because before you were completely free of him, you managed to grab a hold of the front of his robes and bring him in with you.
You smiled at the memory, looking up at the sky as you rocked back and forth on your porch swing. Fred had always been a lot of fun, even when you were mad. But looking back on it, being dunked into the lake wasn’t all that bad.
You stood on the tips of your toes and pressed your lips to his. For a moment he was surprised, but in the next moment he had relaxed and pulled your body flush against his. You tangled your fingers in his red hair and hooked one leg around his.
You stood and walked back into the house. You pulled a photo album from the desk and began to go through it. It was filled with the moving pictures you had taken at Hogwarts; of friends, of teachers, of the Quidditch matches. And of Fred Weasley.
There were many of you two together, and a few of you together at his store he had opened with his brother.
“We’re a success!” Fred exclaimed and picked you up, flinging you around as he hugged you tightly. “The students love us!”
“Of course they do,” you laughed, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You enable them to worry their teachers to death!”
You came to the last picture in the album. You were wearing a beautiful black and white dress and had your arms around Fred’s middle. It was at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. That was the last picture that was ever taken of Fred.
You ran to the Great Hall, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. You had a few scraps and burns, but other than that you were okay. At least for the time being.
Upon entering the Great Hall you ran into George, who looked down at you with a sudden expression of pity. He had been crying.
“No…No!” you shrieked and ran past George, falling on your knees next to the body of his twin. You threw yourself onto his chest, clutching at his sweater and screaming. “No! No! Fred! FRED!”
You swallowed and closed the album as the first few tears fell from your chin. It had been five years since the battle, but it didn’t matter. You would never forget the boy that gave you your last laugh, and who forever would have the last smile he ever wore etched onto his face.
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