Harry Potter Imagines

Silent treatment F.W

You're bored, the most bored you'd ever been perhaps. You've been sitting in the library with Fred for hours, waiting for him to finish up his essay. Finally you got so bored you started mindlessly chatting with him even though he'd barely respond.

"So what color do you think I should get?" You ask your boyfriend while picking at your chipped nail polish.

"I think that if you'd just shut up I'd already be done with this potions essay."

Ouch. He didn't even look up from the parchment paper.

"Sorry for inconveniencing with you with my presence, I won't be bothering you anymore." You say as you gather your stuff and storm out the library, your feelings hurt. How dare he speak to you like that.

Most the time he's a sweetheart with you but he is Fred Weasley and he can still be a downright asshole. So if he wants you to shut up, that's exactly what he'll get. You know that giving him the silent treatment is a bit childish but you really are hurt by his mean words, a little revenge will surely make you feel better.

The next morning when you walk into the great hall for breakfast Fred's already waiting for you at the entrance. He smiles at you, waiting for his kiss but you just look at him and walk right past, not saying a word. You find a seat by George and Ron, Fred having followed you takes the seat next to yours.

"Is everything alright darling?" He whispers in your ear. You act as if you hadn't heard a thing, continuing the conversation with your two friends. The rest of breakfast was spent the same way, you blatantly ignoring him as he tried to get your attention.

You didn't even glance at him before grabbing your bag and heading to your first lesson. The fact that he doesn't know why you're upset makes you even angrier. You had almost every class with Fred but were determined to keep your silence.

Easier said than done. The boy is infuriatingly persistent. The first half of the day he spent following you around begging you to tell him why you wouldn't speak to him, even apologizing for the unknown reason of your silence. Once he realized you weren't going to tell him he switched tactics, deciding that the best way to get you to talk to him was by annoying the living shit out of you. It almost worked. He kept tugging on your hair or pinching your side, trying his hardest to get any kind of sound out of you. He even tried taking your books from you but he gave them back as quickly as he took them once you kicked him in the shin.

"Come on Y/N, I'd rather you scream at me, this is bloody ridiculous." You're boyfriend was beyond frustrated at this point, you made it through all your classes without uttering a single word to him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss joking around with him but you'd be damned if you let him get away with speaking to you the way he had. So you just continue to stare at him with a tiny smirk on your face, loving the way Fred was turning red with anger. He's sexy when he's angry.

The boy wasn't used to being ignored and he sure as hell did not like it. The frustration from the lack of attention clear on his face. You knew you were being a bit dramatic for dragging it out this long but you are dating Fred, you had to get on his level for it to really get under his skin.

Next thing you know he's carrying you over his shoulder straight to his dorm, his hand resting on your ass. Once inside he had you pressed on the door with his face an inch away from yours, his arms on either side of your head had you trapped. You hadn't been this close to him all day, you could smell the familiar aroma of his cologne.

"If you aren't going to speak on your own terms I'm just gonna have to make you my darling." One of his hands grabbed the end of your hair, yanking your head back, giving himself full access to your neck. His lips feel like velvet on your skin, you have to bite your lip to keep any noises from slipping out.