Fred Weasley X Reader: A Lucky Guy

Fred wandered into the Gryffindor common room, the warmth of the everlasting fire enveloping him like an embrace. The floor was empty of anyone. The Christmas holidays always left the castle vacant and lonely. It was only him, his brothers, your beautiful self, and a handful of other students in other houses. That didn’t mean the months were boring, though. In fact, his eyes lit up at the sight of a stray present lying precariously on the arm of one of the comfy chairs. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, he silently slipped over to the seat and snatched the small gift. The wrapping paper was gold with a maroon bow adorning the corner, elegant writing scrawled onto the tag.

To: Freddy
From: (Y/n)
Don’t open until Christmas!

He found his lips curling into a grin at the familiar words. You wrote them on every present, regardless of who was receiving it. You made the lettering especially big for the Weasley twins, though. They couldn’t say they “missed the note” after that. Fred always ignored it, knowing you could never stay mad at him, and quietly began to peel away the tape concealing the gift. A cute little box was awaiting him, his blue eyes alight with curiosity. Lifting the flaps of the small box, he found himself tumbling to the floor at the sight of red sparks flying towards his face. His limbs suddenly went completely straight before his arms were restrained to his sides. It was as if invisible ropes had crept from the box and wrapped tightly around him. From his place on the carpet, he heard a familiar giggle edge down the stairs and towards his figure.

“I knew you couldn’t resist it.”

He could barely make out your amused (e/c) orbs as you chuckled from above him. Fred couldn’t help but grin himself as he struggled against the hex you had inadvertently placed on him.

“You know we never can. A little help?”

You pulled your wand from your boot, easily performing the counter-curse to set him free. Using the ability to move again, Fred ungracefully jumped to his feet. You had to crane your neck to look up at the ginger, his crooked smile mischievous as ever as he feigned a firm tone of voice.

“It isn’t nice to curse your friends, (y/n) (l/n).”

You merely shrugged as you flopped into one of the comfortable chairs.

“It isn’t nice to bewitch snowballs to constantly fly at the back of my head, Fred Weasley.”

He laughed at the memory as he threw himself beside you, your bodies alarmingly close as to keep from falling to the floor. You never did mind though. Fred was always your best friend, and you could never deny that you loved him with everything you had. Your fingers absentmindedly found his ginger locks, twirling them around your knuckles.

“Where’s George?”

The Weasley shrugged, humming quietly at the blissful feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp.

“Dunno. Probably snogging a Hufflepuff or something.”

You giggled, dropping your hand back to your side much to his dismay. Fred let his hand fall to your side, his index finger immediately finding a stray thread on your sweater. It was the one his mother gave you the year before, a faded (y/i) plastered on the front. Your eyes fluttered shut at the warmth both he and fire put off.

“He’s a lucky guy, I guess…”

Fred scoffed, his fingers trailing to your hip where they began to trace random patterns.

“Not as lucky as me.”

You opened an eye, raising your eyebrows in confusion. He simply shrugged as he avoided your gaze. The shapes he was placing on your waist were suddenly the most interesting things in the world.

“I mean, I’m with my best friend who’s also smart, talented, and a great prankster. I’d say that’s much better than some random Hufflepuff. So yeah. I am luckier.”

Your lips curled into a content smile as you took his hand in yours, pausing his fidgeting and forcing him to look at you.

“You mean that?”

Fred grinned, grabbing the thread he had before and pulling with everything he had. You yelled in retaliation as he leapt to his feet. Your glare simply made him laugh.

“Nah, I actually hate your guts, (l/n).”

You rolled your eyes, trying to fix the crinkle in your sweater. You couldn’t wait to get your new one when Christmas finally arrived.

“Whatever…”

Fred picked up the decorative paper that fell to the floor, crumpling it easily before he tossed it to your lap.

“I’m bored. Can we go to Hogsmeade?”

You glanced at him from where you threw the paper into the blazing fire.

“It’s freezing.”

He shot you a wink, his smile actually endearing.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

Rolling your eyes again, you smiled despite yourself and grabbed your coat from the sofa.

“Alright, Prince Charming, let’s go.”

Fred interlocked your fingers to pull you along, ignoring your protests that he was practically running down the halls.

*~~*

You rushed into the nearly empty Three Broomsticks, Fred hot on your heels with bags from Zonko’s hanging from his arms. Madam Rosemerta looked back at the two of you from where she was cleaning a table, her lips pulling into a smile.

“Shouldn’t you two be back at the castle?”

Fred grinned, setting down your things at a nearby table and offering you a seat.

“Two butterbeers sounds great, actually. Thanks Rosemerta.”

The woman playfully rolled her eyes before going to get your order. You scooted closer to Fred in an attempt to warm up. He took the hint before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You thanked Madam Rosemerta as she placed two piping hot butterbeers in front of you before she retreated to other dirty tables. Fred leaned his head against yours, still shivering ever so slightly.

“I was being serious, by the way.”

You looked up at him, curious as to what he meant as he offered you a genuine smile.

“I am luckier than George. And I do think you’re beautiful and all that.”

You grinned before you leaned in to place a chaste kiss to his cold lips.

“I know, Weasley.”

Fred chuckled, kissing your cheek before he returned to the butterbeer in front of you. If that couldn’t warm his heart, you certainly wouldn’t fail to.