Harry Potter characters x Reader (Oneshots)

(Bartender) Fred oneshot

A/N: it's my biggest pet peeve when people comment "omg i would never do that!" or like "that's so not me"  like i'm really sorry but i can't write everyone's personality 😭 like i try my best but i can't get it right everytime, so sorry if y/n is "tOo sHy" i do be trying

She was just closing up when the bell hanging on the top of the door chimed in an announcement of someone's arrival.

"I'll take a red currant."

The girl threw a glance over her shoulder, not expecting to see a young, handsome and seemingly happy man looking back at her. He was alone, the only one in the entire bar for the past hour. It was eleven at night on a Wednesday, who the hell would waltz into the Leaky Cauldron at this time of week?

"Er, alright," the cleaning cloth in her hand was flung over her shoulder before she turned to look at him. "Ice?"

"Just straight." replied the man, his eyes locking onto hers. She took in his features for a moment, his hair a striking shade of red which fit nicely with his cedar eyes. His face held a little smirk, only growing when she made eye contact with him.

While she fixed his drink, it was like she could feel his eyes on her back as she moved left to right by the counter.

"So, how long have you worked here?"

Pouring the rum into the little glass, she smiled to herself. It wasn't rare that she would get hit on by the men at the bars, but typically they were older and more sleezy. There was something alluring about this man.

But she was on the clock. She couldn't go around romancing her customers.

Get yourself together, she chided herself.

"A few months." she responded. "Would you like me to bring the check now?"

He stared down at the drink placed in front of him, his eyes flitting back up to hers before he ran his tongue on the inside of his cheek. She felt butterflies flutter in the bottom of her stomach.

"Actually, no," he propped his head up on two folded hands. "Make yourself a drink. On me."

She hated herself for blushing, but she couldn't help it.

"I... er, I'm not allowed to do that, sir."

"Ah, I won't tell anyone," winked the man. "Your secret's safe with me. Do you not drink?"

"No I do, it's just..." she trailed off before shrugging in defeat. "Oh, fine, what the hell."

"Atta girl," praised the man, raising his drink up towards her. "Get yourself whatever you like. I have a feeling you'll have no problem with that."

She snorted, pouring herself a shot before sliding it in the seat next to the redhead. His eyes never left her as she made her way from behind the counter to the chair next to him.

"Do you have a name, darling?"

She said her name, fiddling with the shot glass in her hand.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." grinned the man. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley, I run the joke shop down the street."

"Joke shop?" she raised her eyebrows. "I wouldn't have pegged that for your profession."

"Well, that's cause you just met me." laughed Fred. "You might change your mind when I leave."

It was strange to her but the thought of him leaving soon made her sad. With a short peek at her watch, she tried not to think about how she was supposed to close five minutes ago.

"So, what do you do?" Fred asked. "I imagine you're a smart girl."

When he finished his statement, he threw back his shot. She did the same, the two of them hardly wincing at the taste.

"Well, I just graduated from Hogwarts," she said. "This is just my temporary job for now."

"Ah, you're just a wee lass," he teased. "Once you get to my hardened old age of twenty-four, I bet you'll lead a great career. I can just tell."

"Well, from what you ordered I would've assumed you're at the ripe age of sixty-five." she jested back. He cracked a smile at that.

"Alright, kid, don't get too ahead of yourself."

Chuckling, she glanced back down at their empty glasses. As if on cue, he picked up his own glass and nodded towards the bar.

"You mind fixing me another one? And yourself one more?"

"Certainly for you, but I think I'm good for now."

"Alright, miss, whatever you say." chirped Fred. She chuckled; she could totally see the joke shop parallel now.

She made short work of the rum, sliding it over to him. Her hands stayed pressed against the counter as she examined him again, discreet enough while he downed the rum.

"What are you doing here on a Wednesday night?"

"Well, if you really wanna know," For the first time since he'd walked in, he seemed a bit timid but quickly shielded it with a smirk. He looked up to her before continuing, "I knew you would be less busy."

"Oh, yeah, it's never crowded on weekdays-"

"No." His gaze fixed onto her again. "You, specifically."

"I'm... sorry?"

"Why?"

He seemed to think that was funny, laughing as he pushed his empty glass away from him. The alcohol was probably starting to set in.

"You came here for... me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" said Fred. "I've been seeing you here for awhile now. Figured you had a boyfriend or something- you don't, right?"

"No," she shook her head. "No, I don't."

"What a shame." tsked Fred. "I can see you're doing just fine on your own, but I think a certain bloke could treat you right."

She felt a little bit cocky from the buzz as she leaned towards his face, hands still propped against counter.

"And who would that be?"

Her heart nearly stopped when he leaned in closer, his eyes smoldering with a tinge of lust. The smell of fruity rum fanned in front of her face from his hot breath.

"Hm," He brought his hand to her face to brush a stray strand of hair from her eyes. She shuddered without thinking. "I don't know. One that's the size of a tree, has obnoxious hair that hurts the eyes if you look too long..."

She didn't say anything, her heart beat nearly pounding through her chest. She almost died right then and there when he moved in closer, his lips pressing to her ear to whisper,

"And a really good kisser."

It was insane to her how aroused she was and he hadn't even touched her.

"Who... who would that be?" she played along in a whisper.

"Wanna find out?"

She couldn't say anything in reply because his lips crashed onto hers, the two of them leaned over each side of the bar at an angle where she could smell him; it was a nice scent of firewood, chocolate, and candies.

There had definitely been times where she'd kissed people but this was so fucking different. Not only did he hold up to being a good kisser, but his hands pressed against her face to pull her closer just made her want it to be never-ending.

When he pulled away, they both panted for a few seconds until Fred opened his mouth to speak. It came out in one breath,

"Could I get you dinner sometime?"

"Sure," nodded the girl before smiling playfully, also still heaving. "As long as it's when I'm not trying to do my job, Weasley."