Harry Potter Imagines

Dreams F.W

"Hey y/n," Fred said with a smirk as he walked past you eating breakfast in the great hall. You didn't really think much of it, you and Fred were friends. You weren't incredibly close but you chatted and joked around sometimes. What did strike you as weird is the way he was looking at you, every time you glanced his way. He was grinning slightly, sometimes biting his lip, looking ever so smug. It made your cheeks flush, butterflies rising in your stomach.

"Wow," Harry said sitting down across from you smirking, "someone is getting some attention this morning." Ron sitting down next to Harry. Dean was on your right reading the daily prophet but he finally put it down, intrigued by the beginning of the conversation.

"What are you talking about?" You said frowning, and taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Oh come on y/n," Ron said, "my brother isn't exactly subtle!" You looked over to see Fred still staring, giving a wink as you made eye contact with him..

"Are you saying Fred likes me?"

"You're telling me you haven't seen it before?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Blimey y/n you must be blind," Dean finally interjected, "he's practically undressing you with his eyes!"

"Oh shut it Thomas," you said.

"Y/n he's right," Harry added, "before he was a little more discreet but now he isn't even trying."

"Alright thanks for the info Potter," you said getting up and rolling your eyes.

"Don't hate us for telling the truth!" Ron called after you as you headed to the common room.

Could they be right? You had always kinda liked Fred but you never got your hopes up, he was flirty with everyone. You brushed it off and went about your day, but the thought lingered with you.

You were partners in herbology, and figured you would find out there that he wasn't really interested. Professor Sprout was watching the two of you closely, as you were always joking around during class. Professor sprout cleared her throat. "Mr. Weasley, please stop staring at Ms. y/l/n and pay attention."

The room erupted in giggles and you blushed, not realizing his eyes had been on you for the whole lesson. When you looked at him he didn't even look embarrassed, he was grinning cheekily at you.

You were studying outside on the grass with Hermione, she was waiting for Harry to finish Quidditch practice. You looked at the practice, Fred was sitting casually on his broom. When he caught you looking he grinned.

"Come to cheer me on y/l/n?" He yelled towards you.

"In your dreams Fred," you called back smiling.

"Well you're right about that!"

Now there was no denying it. Fred was certainly flirting and you had no idea where it came from. Since when did he feel that way about you? Could you really be that oblivious? You didn't see Fred nearly get hit by a bludger while he was gazing at you walk away. After practice you went back to the common room and knocked on his door.

"Yeah?"

You walked in the room to see a shirtless Fred in front of you, his pants from practice hanging lowly, showing the V above his pelvis. He looked good, and you felt your cheeks heat up, looking down to the floor. You froze momentarily before collecting yourself, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction. If you got flustered you would never hear the end of it, he already had a shit eating grin on his face from your flustered expression.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise!"

"Where's your shirt?" You asked quirking a brow.

"I was just changing after practice. Should I leave it off?" He asked innocently, and you rolled your eyes.