Fred X Reader: I Still Feel So Alone

You silently sat in the Gryffindor common room, tapping a quill against your lips. A piece of parchment lay on the book in your lap, the blank whiteness of the page making you mentally curse your lack of imagination that you had at the moment. You wracked your mind for the right words. How much he meant to you. How he made you laugh and smile in the darkest times. How much you really cared. But, you had nothing. It all sounded too sappy. For him, anyway. Who? Fred Weasley. He was so ridiculous, but that just made him perfect. His silky ginger hair. Those brown eyes that constantly glittered with amusement. And that perfect and contagious smile. He was your best friend, along with George, but you wanted him to be more to you. You wanted him to hold your hand. To hold you and comfort you when you were scared or upset. To make you smile when you felt so alone. Like when you first met him.

You had just gone through platform 9 ¾, your pet cat, (c/n), comfortably set on your small stack of books. It was your first year to Hogwarts, and you were more than excited. You were a muggle-born so, naturally, wizards and witches were things of fairytales. Now you knew they were real? Hell yeah you were excited! Once the train met your gaze, you were in awe. It was so beautiful. However, your feeling of marvel was cut short when something collided with your back. Letting out a small noise, you turned to be met with bright brown eyes and a mess of red hair. The boy smiled nervously at you, and you couldn’t help but want to smile yourself. His grin was practically infectious.

“Sorry about that. I’m more clumsy than I am human.”

You giggled a bit, moving a stray strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You felt so happy around this stranger.

“You’re not clumsy. The floor just hates you.”

You both laughed, your gaze falling to his hand as he held it out.

“I’m Fred, by the way. Fred Weasley.”

You took his hand, still smiling as you shook it.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

You both just stood there, hands still clutched together. Your (e/c) gaze had met his, and the warmth in his brown orbs made you almost feel like you had the world. However, you were both torn from each other as a woman, looking like his mother, took his arm.

“George! Let’s go, dear! The train is about to leave!”

He shot you a nervous smile, looking back at his mother.

“I’m not George. I’m Fred. Lord, woman, you call yourself our mother?”

You stifled a giggle, watching as the woman apologized to her son before ushering him onto the train. You took your things, letting (c/n) sit on your shoulder. As you boarded the train and found an empty compartment, you couldn’t help but think about that damned Fred Weasley.

It had been two years later, and you still couldn’t stop thinking about that damned Fred Weasley. He was always on your mind when you weren’t with him, and your heart fluttered when you were. You wanted to tell him how you felt, rather he felt the same way or not, but that was a bit hard when he and his twin never separated. He was never alone. You didn’t want to take him from George, not even for a second. So, this was what you came to. A dumb love letter. Or, that’s what you wanted it to be. Your mind had decided to just stop working. You didn’t want to sound cliché. You wanted it to be amusing or at least clever. Wracking your brain, you came up with nothing. Groaning in annoyance at yourself, you decided to go simple. Dipping the quill in some ink, you wrote three simple words:

I love you.

You signed it as ‘Anonymous Friend’ before you folded up the paper. It would have to do. Stacking your things, you wandered up to the girls’ dorm, sliding the note into your book before you crawled in bed. Thinking about him exhausted you in itself.

*~Le next day!~*

You walked down the halls filled with students, heading for History of Magic. The class where you caught up on sleep or work. You walked in the room, stopping in your tracks as the students already there turned to look at you. Most snickered and exchanged whispers. That was weird. You were usually unnoticed. Slowly taking your seat, you took out one of your books, hiding behind it. Everyone still whispered, and you strained to hear what they were saying. Until a Slytherin girl let her words slip a little louder than she probably would have liked.

“Did you hear that (y/n) wrote Fred Weasley a love letter?”

That made you freeze. You had left the note on Fred’s desk. And you could only guess Malfoy or some Slytherin had taken it when he wasn’t looking. Turns out Fred was smarter than you had guessed. He knew it was you. And now the entire school did. Oh God. You were ruined. You hid behind your book the entire class, cursing whoever found the note every time you heard a snicker or a whisper exchanged.

*~~*

It was the night of the Yule Ball, and you were practically famous around the school. Ever since you had given Fred that note, you hadn’t seen him. Making you feel lost and alone. Clad in a (f/c) dress and boots, your (h/l), (h/c) hair in a messy bun, you made you way into the Great Hall. Everyone was dancing. Even Fred. You made your way to the corner, sighing as you watched the girl he was dancing with laugh and blush. You hated yourself. Why were you even here? You leaned against the wall, trying to hold back your tears as your mind reeled a mile a minute. You had not only ruined your social life, but you had ruined your friendship with the one person that made you feel happiest. The tears wouldn’t stay back now. As you felt the hot streaks roll down your cheeks, you had to leave. Hiding your face, you tore out of the large room and into the hall. You made sure you were alone before you let yourself go. The tears fell freely, a shade of grey from your black make-up. There was that feeling. That feeling of being empty. However, you had no idea Fred was watching. You had no idea he had seen your tears. And you really had no idea that he went after you.

“(Y/n)?”

You fell silent and still at his voice, slowly looking up to see those gorgeous brown eyes. The ones you fell so in love with. You sniffled as he wiped some tears from your face.

“Why would you be crying on such a fun night?”

You slightly bit your lip, trying to bite back the words you wanted to say for so long. But, you were sick of that. It was eating you. It had to come out. Besides, he thought you were some ridiculous creep anyway. Right?

“Because you hate me… Because my social life is ruined… Because I can’t get you out of my head… Because I’ve fallen head over heels for you since I first met you… Because I love you with every damn thing I have… Because, despite all that, I still feel so alone…”

Your words shook along with your (s/c) frame. You waited to hear him laugh. To tell you how cliché and stupid that all sounded. Oh, that just made more tears fall. However, they suddenly stopped, along with everything else, as his lips found yours. His lips. They were better than your dreams. They were soft but rough at the same time. After the initial shock, you started to kiss back, your hands finding his mess of red hair. The kiss ended quicker than it had started, sweet and soft. Your eyes opened, (e/c) orbs meeting his brown ones. And that damn contagious smile.

“I never took you as the type.”

That made a small giggle leave your lips, a smile plastered on them.

“Pathetic..?”

He shook his head, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hopelessly cliché and romantic.”

You both laughed, still smiling as he took your hand and started to dance with you.  God, you loved that damned Fred Weasley.