𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Dancing in the Rain on a Summer Day | F.W. x Reader

Summary: During one summer at the Burrow, Fred and Y/N go dancing in the rain.

I woke up at the crack of dawn to the unusual silence that filled the Burrow.

Looking over to the side, seeing that Hermione and Ginny were still fast asleep.

I slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up the two as I headed downstairs.

Walking out towards the garden, I settled down on the grass, watching the impending sunrise.

“What are you doing awake at this ungodly hour of the morning?” The familiar voice of one of my best friends, Fred Weasley, asked as he sat down beside me.

“Well, I woke up, couldn’t get back to sleep. So here I am.” I said as I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to calm down my racing heart and the butterflies that were starting to come to life in my stomach.

He chuckled, putting a hand around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

“It’s rare, isn’t it?” I asked, breaking the comfortable silence that has been lingering between us.

“What is?” Fred asked, slightly confused.

“The silence.” I responded as he ran his fingers through my hair.

He licked his lips, “It is. It’s very rare to have quiet moments here.”

“So, you must’ve been staying over here for a long time to get used to all the noise.” He joked.

I playfully rolled my eyes as I smacked his on the arm, “Well, how could I resist the invitation when my favorite Weasley invites me over.”

A cheeky grin adorned his already handsome features, “Oh yeah? Who’s your favorite Weasley then?”

I scoffed, “Isn’t that obvious? My favorite is George.”

He bit his bottom lips, hands dangerously hovering over my sides, “You sure? You still have the chance to take it back sweetheart.”

I giggled, “Okay, okay. I’m pretty sure Ron’s my favorite.”

His hands inched a bit closer, “Sweetheart.” He warned.

I braced myself on one knee, not being able to keep the grin off my face, “Fine, the truth about my favorite Weasley, it’s Ginny.” I said, before standing up and dashing away from Fred as fast as I could.

“Oh, you’re so going to regret what you just said sweetheart.” Fred said before chasing me around the garden.

Being taller and having longer legs, Fred had the advantage of catching up to me even though I had a head start.

He grabbed me by my waist, spinning me around as I erupted into a fit of giggles.

“Not so fast sweetheart.” He said, through laughter as I turned around to face him, resting my arms around his neck.

We stood there, facing each other, breathless from our little chase.

I noticed his eyes flickering from mine down to my lips as he slowly started to lean forward.