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The Yule Ball

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,266

Summary: Can I have a Fred Weasley one where we always fight (not dating) but we only fight because we secretly like each other and when it's the Yule Ball there is this guy who is new and he is a player and he asks me and at the Ball he is really touchy and I don't want it and Fred sees it and fights him and in the end with a lot of fluff and confessing our love.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Request for @anyfandomimaginex I hope it’s what you wanted! ^_^

“You two! Could you please stop? You’re making too much noise and I’m trying to study over here. Some of us actually want to pass our exams with good grades,” you said in a whisper-shout, folding your arms on your chest and glaring at the offending red-headed boys who were standing in the library, looking up explosive spells and trying them out on small objects. Colourful smoke was drifting up from what had once been flowerpots and old quills and the table was dotted with ash of all colours. No other student was glaring at them because they were all very fond of the twin brothers but you, as a Prefect, felt the need to tell them off as the library was for studying and not experimenting around with strange spells.

One of the two brothers -Fred, you knew, because he was the only one of the two who ever fought with you- stepped forward and fixed you with a harsh glare. “Oh, it’s little miss Prefect again,” he said, rolling his eyes. He was about to say something else when George grabbed his forearm and gathered all their stuff. “Don’t bother, Fred. Let’s go continue at the Common Room,” he told his brother and hurried off. Fred cast one last look at you before following his brother outside. A part of you was disappointed at that, but you had never actually allowed yourself to admit that perhaps you didn’t really dislike him.

You sighed and decided to get back to studying but instead, you found yourself thinking about the Yule Ball the next week. You didn’t have a date for it, and you weren’t planning on getting one, though you and a couple of your girl friends from your house, who also didn’t have anyone to go with had decided to go for fun, not really expecting to be asked to dance with anybody. Still, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you weren’t going to miss it. That evening, after having mostly finished your homework for almost the whole week, you got up and headed to the Great Hall for dinner. On your way there though, a rather cute brown-haired boy wearing the blue Beauxbatons uniform stopped you. He looked rather confident in himself but his words, in perfectly good, if slightly accented English, were shy.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle. You’re Y/n, right?” he asked you with a blinding grin on his face, though he was blushing a bit nervously. You nodded in response. “I’m Marc. I’m from Beauxbatons, as you can see. And I wanted to ask you... will you be my date for the Ball? I have seen you around, and I think you are very pretty and smart, and it would be my honour if you said yes,” he said. You found his slight French accent cute, and he was rather handsome as well.

Thinking yourself lucky, you smiled right back at him. “Of course, Marc! I’d love to,” you said and he beamed at you before bidding you a good night and hurrying off to dinner.

You spent the rest of the week talking with your friends about the Ball, laughing with them and smiling at Marc whenever you saw him walking around the corridors. All that kept you busy and, thankfully -or not, you weren’t sure- away from the Weasley brothers, and especially Fred.

The night of the Yule Ball you were excited. You felt particularly beautiful in your long blue dress and you were smiling as you descended the countless staircases and traversed the many corridors to reach the Great Hall, outside of which Marc was waiting, dressed in dark blue wizarding robes.

He offered his elbow at you and you hooked your arm through it, beaming up at him as you entered the Great Hall, which looked absolutely beautiful as it was adorned in winter decorations.

You didn’t have a lot of time to appreciate everything though, as you eventually felt a hand trailing up your arm, touching your shoulders. You turned around to see Marc there and you glared at him, shrugging his hand off. You thought that was a one-time-only thing but, eventually, you felt his hands on you again, this time touching your waist and stomach and arms, and you really didn’t like it. You made it obvious and you tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Hey, mate, don’t,” you heard a familiar voice say and both you and Marc turned to meet the glare of Fred Weasley. A glare, which, for once, wasn’t directed to you but instead to the French boy touching you. He looked quite intimidating but Marc didn’t move an inch.

“She’s my date,” he said with a shrug and you were about to retort that you were your own person and, given the opportunity to reach for your wand, you could hex him into the next century, but Fred spoke first.

“The fact that she’s your date doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want to her! She’s a wonderful girl, intelligent and talented and amazing, and she’s not an object for you to touch against her will. So back off, before I make you,” he said, retrieving his wand from a pocket of his robes and pointing it squarely at the French boy’s chest. Marc seemed scared off and, when you elbowed him in the ribs, he hurried off, not looking back.

Fred immediately walked up to you and grabbed hold of your hands tenderly. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you or do anything bad to you?” he asked worriedly, his brown eyes locking with yours.

You found yourself unable to move away. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. And no. No, he didn’t hurt me,” you mumbled, though you were still feeling a bit uneasy. He noticed that and worriedly chewed on his lower lip.

“Would you mind if I hugged you?” he asked tentatively and you nodded your assent at that. Gently, he put his arms around you and hugged you close to him. “That idiot will never touch you again. If you see him again you should curse him, hex him, do something!” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded. “Yes, I will. He just caught me off guard this time and I didn’t know how to react,” you explained. “But... why do you care so much? I thought you disliked me,” you added.

He pulled away from the hug and stopped chewing nervously on his lip. “I, uh... Well, no, I don’t dislike you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I like you -too much- and when I saw that bloody bastard -pardon my language- touching you like that, I saw red. I couldn’t not do that, I hope you understand,” Fred said. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m not expecting that, because I’m definitely not your type and-” You cut him off by grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. It was short and chaste, but it was enough to shut him up.

“What?” he asked rather stupidly, and you giggled.

“I like you too,” you said with a silly grin on your face before leaning closer to him again and capturing his lips with yours in a kiss that was, this time, long and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

When you pulled away to breathe, he grinned a beautiful smile at you and grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers with yours.

“What do you say we end the night on a high note? Let’s have some fun!”

Over the Moon

Summary: The Yule Ball was coming close and you had no date. You just broke up with Cedric Diggory and planned on asking your best friend, Fred Weasley instead. But it looks like he had other plans. Slight angst, fluff, a kiss A/N: This is my first fic so please bear with me. The whole concept was in my script for my DR but I really liked it and decided to write more about it so here!  Feel free to send ur thoughts pls ! <33

Life in Hogwarts was amazing. The magic, the friends, feasts, and drama gives you so much adrenaline. On the other hand, you were living a more exciting student life compared to your other schoolmates because you were best friends with the infamous Weasley twins. The lot of you have been friends since your first train ride to Hogwarts.

You were the brains of the pranks and sometimes the distraction, which made you miss a lot of detention from the teachers. It gets you worried that the twins might think it’s unfair, but they always assure you that it doesn’t bother them at all, and they wouldn’t want you in trouble either.

As your friendship blossomed over the years and you knew the twins deeply, you looked at the older twin differently. Romantically different. Your heart always flutters when you make him laugh or when he leans his head on your shoulder when you read in the common room. Unlike George, Fred would always flirt with you, and you’d do it back, but of course, to you, it’s all platonic fun. You would always comb through his red locks when he’s laying on your lap and hear him sigh, making you confused because why does your heart thump to something your best friend does?

You hate to admit it, but you react differently to Fred’s actions compared to George. You would find it absolutely weird if George flirted with you, laid on your lap, or hooked his arm through yours.

But even if you had felt something for Fred, you never acted on it. You were too scared to ruin something beautiful and something that makes you happy. You would never risk it just for a silly school-girl crush.

But was it really just that?

George had noticed the sudden shift between you and Fred but never really said anything about it since he saw it as some sort of source of entertainment; his two best friends were head over heels for one another, but neither of them had any idea.

You and Cedric have been dating for weeks, but you guys weren’t something too serious. Everyone in school knew about it and thought your relationship was adorable. It started as a friendship; both being skilled Quidditch players and popular students, you were bound to be friends and experiment with something more.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred was feeling down, given your new relationship with the Hufflepuff golden boy. He didn’t ignore you, but he was just a little distant whenever you guys were together. Maybe it was jealousy, Fred thought. But he quickly dismissed it because why would he be so bothered about his best friend’s new boyfriend? They’re clearly happy, and everyone approves, so why would he not?

It has been weeks since Cedric was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and him asking you out right after. You supported him throughout his tasks, school works, and even did Quidditch practices together. All in all, both of you were doing really well.

But it just wasn’t there. The sparks or the excitement when Cedric holds your hand or kisses you. It doesn’t come close to the feeling you get with a certain redhead.

You hate wasting time, so you ended things with Cedric telling him the truth about how you felt.

“Took you long enough.” Cedric huffs.

“What?” You were so baffled at his response. You expected him to be angry or at least sad, but he was showing the complete opposite. The jerk head was even smirking!

“You really think I wouldn’t notice you ogling Weasley all the time? And how you would smile at me awkwardly when I kiss your cheek? It honestly makes me laugh. Seeing you flustered and guilty.” Now you thought that something was wrong with him. Did the golden egg drop on his head? Did the dragon do something to him?

“Seriously, Cedric. What the hell are you talking about? And which Weasley because I heard there are about four of them in this school! But even though, I would never ogle at one of them, that’s weird! They’re like family!”

Except one of them, you thought.

“I know you know who I’m talking about. No one other than the great Fred Weasley. You know, I was even surprised you agreed to go out with me. Even the whole school knows you both have the hots for each other.”

“We do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yup”

“Never.”

“The blush in your cheeks says otherwise.” He said, smirking.

You quickly duck your head and hide your face out of embarrassment. ‘Was I really that obvious?’ You wondered if even Fred himself had picked up on your feelings for him. But your thoughts were interrupted by the golden boy.

“Really, though. No worries at all. Though I was looking forward to going to the ball with you. But at least now you can take someone else” He wiggles his brows suggestively. “Ugh, whatever. But I’m really sorry, Ced. I had a great time with you though. Friends?”

“Friends.”

Days passed, and no one in Hogwarts knew about the break-up, so they still assumed you guys were together. Plus, no one really asked, not even your best friends.

The Yule Ball was getting closer. Some won’t shut up about it, and some are always huddled together, planning how to ask people to the ball. Your conversation with Cedric still occupied your mind. Should you really ask Fred? But what if he has a date already? I mean, he is attractive. But you thought that Fred would appreciate that you would want to go to the ball with him, so you decided on asking him tomorrow morning.

It was the morning after, and all of you were sitting in the Great Hall. With the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Angelina & Katie nearby, and Ginny with her friends in the distance. You sat across the twins giving you a clear and complete view of them.

Ever since you sat down, your hands have been shaking out of anxiety. What if this goes wrong? You stop rambling in your head, and you start to write on a piece of paper.

“Have you got a date to the ball, Freddie? :)”

You decide this is good enough, so you fold it up to hide it from Snape, who’s lingering around.

“Psst!” You hiss at Fred and pass the note to him quickly. He collects it and reads it over. He looks back at you, and you shoot him a smirk. He starts to glare at you and which gets you stunned. You didn’t know, but Fred Weasley thought you were boasting about how you had a date, and he had no one yet. He didn’t know that Cedric and you were over. He was offended by your act and decided to retaliate.

Everything was so sudden.

He starts tearing a piece from his notebook, balling it up in his fist, and throwing it at Angelina Johnson. She looks back to see the culprit and glares at Fred.

‘Do you want to go to the ball? With me?’ He mouths while making a weird dancing gesture. Angelina quickly nods with a little smile, and Fred gives her a satisfied look.

He goes on to look at you after his whole act to boast as well. But he is caught off-guard by your teary eyes and hard stare. You were very silent, and even Harry and Ron looked at you in fear. You quickly gathered your things and ran out of the hall, your tears finally falling.

Fred turns to his brother and asks, “What’s their problem? They started it.”

“You are one bloody idiot.” His twin replies. Harry and Ron nod in agreement, and Ginny shakes her head in disappointment from afar.

You were in your bed, lying down while tears soaked your pillow. How could he do that? Right in front of you and everybody else. You were so embarrassed and felt so stupid that you even thought of asking him. Of course, he didn’t feel the same way as you did.

Your friends have been trying to cheer you up, but they haven’t been successful until they pushed you to still buy something to wear for the ball. You hastily agreed, thinking that you did not need anyone to bring you. You can dance and have fun with your friends.

But it would be much more fun with him.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, shocked at yourself. You looked amazing. The outfit you picked suited you perfectly. You also had a beautiful necklace draped on your neck and matching earrings as well. Satisfied with how you look, you head down to the hall to attend the ball.

Your friends had gone in with their dates, leaving you behind. But you didn’t really mind. You were walking down the stairs slowly, not wanting to trip. Now, that’s totally embarrassing. You spot your friends, and even Fred, by the end of the stairs near the entrance. Ginny sees you and shouts, “Merlin! It’s Y/N!”

She screamed it pretty loudly, so a lot of people around started to look at you, making you quite queasy in your heels.

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful than you right at this moment. He feels a pain in his chest knowing you won’t be with him tonight, but he wonders where Cedric is. Did he not show up?

You smile at all of them and compliment how good they look.

“You guys look cute.” You tell Fred and Angelina. She replies, “Thank you. You look stunning! Where’s Cedric, though? Aren’t you going with him?”

You facepalm yourself. You forgot no one really knew you guys weren’t a thing now. “Oh! We kinda ended things about a week ago. On good terms, though, so no hard feelings or anything.” You glance at Fred, and he stands there surprised.

He now felt stupid because he thought you were teasing him about not having a date. He now realizes that he was such an asshole for asking Angelina in front of you when you were actually trying to ask him. He stays silent out of regret and shame.

You head into the hall and gaze around the beautiful decorations. Shortly after, Dumbledore announced that the champions would enter soon and have their dance. You move to the side and wait for their entrance.

Music starts playing, and you see Fleur Delacour enter, Krum next, then Cedric. He was hand in hand with Cho Chang. You lock eyes and smile softly at one another. Fred sees your exchange, looks down, and thinks of how stupid he has been for the past few days.

Time has passed, and the ball has turned from elegant to chaotic. Chairs and tables were everywhere, and everyone was dancing by the front while the band was playing. You were dancing with your friends, having so much fun. You even forgot about your whole thing with Fred.

Moments later, the music turned into something softer, and others went back to their dorms to rest. Couples and those with dates started pairing off and danced to the music. You sit by a corner, watching them hopelessly. You spot Fred and Angelina swaying.

It’s too much to bear, so you run out of the hall without saying goodbye to your friends. You head to the balcony near the hall that overlooks the lake. The scene is beautiful, but you feel like shit.

Fred sees you run out, and he goes after you, concerned, quickly apologizing to Angelina for the sudden rush. He sees you by the railing, and his heart breaks by the sight of your shoulders shaking,

He comes close and calls out your name.

You respond but still not looking at him, “Just go back, Fred, I’m alright.” Your voice is slightly quivering.

He’s not convinced, given the state that you’re in. Your hair is ruffled as if hands have been run through it a hundred times. And you’re hugging yourself as if you feel cold — which you are.

He takes his coat off, puts his jacket over your exposed shoulders, and asks you softly, “What’s the problem, love?”

You melt at his soft voice. You realize you’ve missed him so much. You look at him in the eyes. He sees the evident redness and fluffiness in them and instantly feels sad and regretful.

You ask him directly, “Why did you ask Angelina?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden confidence and starts to explain himself.

“I didn’t know you broke up with Cedric, alright? I thought you were bragging or something when you passed me that note. You were going with Diggory, for Godric’s sake! Golden boy and Triwizard champion, of course, you would brag about it. But then, I should have known better. I didn’t think you were actually going to try and ask me. If I knew you weren’t going with Cedric, I would have totally asked you! But I got mad at what I thought you were doing, so I asked Angelina in front of you to get back at you. But when I saw your face after and you ignored me, I instantly regretted it. I’m terribly sorry, I really am. I’m such an idiot…

“…Please, I miss my best friend.” He finishes.

Though his whole rambling comforted you since he didn’t mean any harm, you were hurt by how he called you his best friend. But why would you? You are his best friend.

But is that all I’ll ever be?

You decide to ask him. You can’t wait any longer. You didn’t want to put yourself in this situation again.

“Is that all I’ll ever be to you, Freddie? Your best friend?” You say almost in a whisper. He looks shocked, but he stays silent, so you go on. “I like you, and Cedric knew. Though I didn’t really know until he pointed it out. I mean, who wouldn’t? With all the stuff we do…

“I’m not sure anymore. Sometimes you act like you feel the same, but you go and do things that contradict that like, asking freaking Angelina out in front of me!” He looks away sheepishly.

“I just realized that recently and I think I’ve liked you for a very long time now. Why do you think I can distinguish who you are between you and your twin? Why do you think we instantly know what to do when we see each other? Why do we cuddle and hold hands, but I don’t with George? Why do I constantly look for you and crave your presence as if I’ll die without it?!”

Fred looks stunned.

“I’m sorry….” You bloody idiot! You just embarrassed yourself big time.

You turn your gaze to the view before you. The moon shines brightly, and the lake is calm. You start thinking, given all this silence. Does he feel the same way? I shouldn’t have said all that. He probably thinks I’m weird. He’s being so quiet it’s scaring me. I think he’s planning to escape. I mean, I would do the same too if my best friend for six years just told me she likes me.

“I can’t believe it.” He blurts out, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it.

“I can’t believe you feel the same. It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth.”

I’m stunned.

“I thought I was the only one who got confused about all the things we did. When we’re together, I feel like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. When the day ends, and I see you on the couch by the fire, I want to freeze time and look at you forever because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and peaceful. When I lay on your lap, and you touch my hair, Godric, I feel like a moron for smiling so much, and I never want to leave. I never want to be away from you. I want you by my side at all times, hooking your arm through mine and smiling up at me.

“All I ever wanted was you. No one else.” He finishes, and I look at him softly.

It’s like you’re locked at this moment. Looking at one other with so much love and all emotions that have been tucked away for years are right here in this time, between your gazes. There’s nothing else to say but also so much.

After a while, you both smile. His hand reaches out for yours that’s sitting on the railing. You intertwine your fingers and pull him close, giving him a big warm hug.

You pull back and smile up at him. He does the same. You sigh and look back at the beautiful scene right before you, the moon shining brightly in contrast to the dark starry night while being in the arms of the boy you loved.

You stay like this for what feels like hours.

“So, what’s gonna happen now?”

“I don’t know. What do you think we should do, Freddie?”

“I think… we should do this.”

In no time, he cups your face and pulls you close. He puts his lips on yours. You don’t respond for a while out of shock. But a few seconds later, you start to kiss him back.

It’s quite funny ‘cause your teeth are clashing because of the big smiles on your faces. You both can’t hold it in, so you laugh at your state. His laugh sounds amazing, so warm.

“So, do you want to be officially mine?”

“Never thought you’d ask.”

You kiss again, softly this time.

You both hear cheering in the distance and see George, and everyone else, even Angelina, cheering you on.

“Finally!” George shouts.

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