intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Wedding

*FRED's POV*

     She looked so peaceful after the night we had all had. I wasn't sure how affected by it she truly was. Not until she came to our room begging for me, crying for me. Sure, there were plenty of times when the sex was rough but those were tears of pleasure and euphoria. These were real tears, painful and heartbreaking sobs. She was trying to hide it, the tears and the sobs but I heard it all. The only reason I didn't ask was because she hated when people pried, she hated people worrying about her when there was "plenty else to worry about." I admired her selflessness, I did, but she had a bad habit of never putting her feelings or problems into consideration. I had reminded her countless times that she could never and would never be a burden to me or to my family, we loved her.

     It was such a relief that she had finally let herself sleep, I heard her sniffles while I pretended to sleep with my arms around her as tight as they could be. A sympathetic smile on my face seeing my locket clutched between her hands. I didn't want to wake her up, I didn't want her to go about what should be a happy day, shoving her problems back because she refused to deem them important in her mind. But I knew if I didn't do it, then somebody else would, in a well-intended, but poorly executed way.

     "Lestrange," I shook her arm slightly, "It's time to get up, darling."

     "Already?" she muttered, still not opening her eyes.

     "Unfortunately. Mum needs our help with some of the more last-minute things. Says she's got wedding presents covering her whole room that need to be moved outside once the boys and I set up the tent," I whispered.

     She rubbed her eyes, the crying had made them a bit puffy, "Why'd they have to get married so early?"

     "They're getting married at three, love. It's already twelve," I chuckled.

     "Bloody hell," she mumbled into the pillow.

     "Come on," I took her hands, pulling her to sit up on the edge of the bed, "Good afternoon, beautiful," I brushed her curls from her face, kissing her forehead.

     "I would kiss you back but I still have morning breath," she chuckled softly.

     "Later then," I smiled, "Now, go get ready. I'm going to go help set up the tent outside." I kissed her cheek this time before closing my bedroom door behind me.

*Y/N's POV*

     It was so selfish of me to feel so dreadful on such a happy day. Especially on a day that had nothing to do with me, a day that was meant to celebrate something so beautiful between two people who truly wanted and deserved it. Every wedding I had attended in the past was an arrangement to continue a pureblood line, never for love or friendship, but in spite and hate. Bill and Fleur were a love story that I had always been rooting for, especially when he was attacked.

     So, because today was not about me, I had to pretend as if nothing was amiss. Why would I want to spend my final day with the people I loved wallowing in my own sorrow and self-pity?

     "Could you zip me Y/N?" Hermione asked.

     "Yeah, turn around," I instructed, pulling up the zipper of her ruby dress, smoothing it over.

     "Do I look alright?"

     I looked up at her bewildered, "More than alright, 'Mione," I smiled, squeezing her shoulders.

     "Thanks, Y/N," she blushed, "Where's your dress?"

     "Oh shoot, I must've left it in Fred's room. Give me a second," I excused myself and went back to the twins' room.