Y/n's POV:
I woke up from a sound of metal moving on a wood. I turned to my right to see Fred who was trying his best to be silent as he placed a tray on the bedside table. When he successfully placed it down his gaze landed on me.
"I woke you didn't I?" he said frowning in disappointment in himself. I let out a soft chuckle and sat on the bed.
"A little bit." I said. He sat on the bed few steps away from me. I looked at the tray and saw a bowl with soup.
"Mum asked me to bring you some." he said, as if he read what was on my mind. I looked at the clock beside it. It's nearly one.
"Too late for dinner isn't it?" I said as I turned to him. He placed his hand behind his neck. He looks really handsome with the moonlight striking pass his red hair. I still love calling them ginger heads. It's not an insult. I just hate saying red as it makes me think more about blood. I've seen too much as the years pass.
"Well, Mum asked me to do that five hours ago. I woke up and thought it would be cold by now so I heated some up and replaced it." he explained, his ears blending with the color of his hair.
I just stared at him. Him and George has been the best of friends at Hogwarts. They made me really comfortable despite their pranks. I'm glad that they came. I feel safe knowing they're here. He managed to get enough strength to look me in the eye. We were just there. Staring down at each other. He broke out of it first.
"I-I should leave you to sleep. You can eat first." he said awkwardly and pointing at the food. He was about to stand up when I caught his right hand, stopping him midway.
"Can you stay for a bit?" I said looking down. I can feel my face turning red. I feel lucky that the moonlight only strikes farther to the end of the bed.
"Alright." he said with no hesitation. He sat on the floor, leaning on the bed, his back towards me.
"You'll get sick if you slept there." I said. He turned to me.
He chuckled, "Did you expect me to sleep on the bed with you?" he asked. I looked at him.
"Exactly." I said. A glint of surprise ran through his face but was dominated by the redness on his cheeks. "What are you waiting for? We both know I can't carry you to bed." I added.
He quickly stood up and hesitantly lied down beside me. He was staring at the ceiling. I lied down and did the same. A thought came to me.
"Where is Mrs. Weasley sleeping?" I asked.
"In your room." he replied. I felt him move but I didn't exactly know what he did.
"And George?" I asked again.
"On the couch downstairs. I'm supposed to be there with him you know." He said. We both chuckled.
"George can handle himself." I simply stated. I just really don't want Fred to go. If George was here I'd be more glad as they're both here protecting me.
"Can you?" he paused, "Handle yourself?" he asked. I slowly shook my head.
"Eventually." I said. "This feels nice. I've gotten used to not sleeping alone." I chuckled.
"How is that?" he asked.
"Having you and George around felt nice and safe."
"It didn't seem that way when we first met you."
"Hey, give me some slack. I was new and you two were the weirdest out of all people."
"You were really just a shy one, weren't you?"
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Ms. Protector (Fred Weasley x Reader)
Fanfiction(Fred Weasley x Reader) Y/n refused to attend Hogwarts out of fear. Her whole life, her parents never stopped, even for a minute, reminding her how special she is and how much responsibilities are stored for her to take. Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n was born wit...
