weasley twins one shots

a dream is a wish // fred weasley

Summary: Reader can't stand Fred Weasley, but what happens when a dream changes that?

Prompts: "do you have to be that painfully beautiful?" x "well, if you saw yourself how I saw you, could you blame me?"

Warnings: injury, maybe like one swear word?

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: this came out much later than i intended but ah! here it is! enjoy :)

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/626730692505731072/a-dream-is-a-wish-fw

It was safe to say you were not a fan of Fred Weasley.

Never have been, and most likely never will be. He was always loud, boisterous, arrogant, annoying, and most of all, found pleasure in disrupting the educational system any chance he could get. I mean, who does that, right?

Whether it be causing distractions with his equally-arrogant twin during class, or setting fireworks and other shenanigans loose in the hallways, you wanted to try and avoid both of them as much as possible.

But, it was Fred that you disliked more. He was the louder one, the one who knew exactly how to get under your skin and piss you off in all the wrong ways. The one that despite how much your friends thought him hilarious and charming, you'd never be able to get on the same page with. What was charming about someone who chose to disrespect all rules and live a carefree lifestyle?

That was not for you.

You were glad, on this day, that you could escape the confining castle walls and the hustle and bustle of the school on the weekend and make off to Hogsmeade with your pals, the cool autumn air a refreshing awakening as soon as you stepped outside. The leaves were changing colours and collecting in piles on the ground, the skies were gloomy and cloudy, and somehow, the smell of cinnamon was always in the air in the small Wizarding village.

"Can we head into Honeydukes's afterwards?" your fellow Gryffindor, Megan, turned to ask as you guys entered the Three Broomsticks, the tip of her nose looking pink and her cheeks pale. It was rather cold for November.

"Sure thing," you nodded, smiling in comfort at the familiar cozy atmosphere of the dingy pub. Students all around were crowded around in bundles, drinking hot butterbeer. You couldn't wait to have one yourself.

Megan led you to the table where Ginny was sitting, a large cup of hot cocoa in her hands as she waved you guys over.

"Been waiting forever," she grinned, "You guys go order, I'll save your seats."

You turned around and headed back towards the bar with Megan, the two of you catching the bartender's attention and ordering yourselves each a nice hot butterbeer. You hadn't felt so cold outside, but now that you were in the warmth, you could feel your fingers begin to burn as they thawed.

After a few moments wait, you grabbed the butterbeer mug between your already warm fingers and began to walk back to the table. You had to scooch around other tables and chairs, but eventually, you spotted Ginny's red hair once more in the same table by the window.

Unfortunately, though, you spotted two other heads of red hair as well. Fred and George were crouched over their younger sister, a large Zonko's bag on the table as they showed off their latest purchases.

"Bloody fantastic," you groaned, causing Megan to chuckle as the two of you arrived at the table.

"Well, afternoon, ladies," Fred grinned, taking his eyes off of his products to look at the two of you, "Fancy seeing you here."