❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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AS MUCH AS FRED Weasley might've wished to stay within the kitchen with everyone else, to finally listen in on what they've all been kept out of, it was seconds before he appeared right outside his girlfriend's bedroom door. In actuality, he also knew that George wouldn't dare shy away from telling him once the whole meeting was over and they were forced back to their rooms, so he wasn't too concerned of missing out. Raising up a hand to the oak door – which he knew remained unlocked due to the joint charms placed on it by both their parents – he still rapped his knuckles a few times against it anyways and forced his ear to the wood.
"I'm not leaving this hallway unless you allow me inside," Fred uttered simply, hearing the pacing footsteps falter and the mattress creak slightly, "there's no need for you to brood all alone."
"I'm not brooding." Rebecca's voice came muffled from the inside of the room.
"Are you faced down in your pillow right now?" He questioned knowingly, at the sudden silence he received in return, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted – letting his head peer inside the room to find her, sure enough, laying face down into a fluffy pillow and her arms tucked under it, "yup, just as I thought."
Fred rounded the bed, almost cackling at the sight of her quickly spreading herself across the mattress like a starfish, trying to take up as much space as possible so he wouldn't have room to sit. With a stifled chuckle, he bent over slightly and gave a small jab to her side that was exposed from tossing her arms out.
"Alright, Love, move over –" Rebecca gave a noise of protest, Fred grinning slyly as she squirmed at him gently digging his fingers into her sides, "c'mon, or I'll have to move you myself."
"I'd like to see you try." She retorted in a muffled scoff, her own fingers quickly grasping tightly onto the duvet.
Fred let a small laugh escape his lips, echoing around the room slightly and sending proper flutters right to Rebecca's heart – a fond smile playing across her lips that she quickly hid within the pillow. Without hesitation, he dug his hands right under her figure, earning a small yelp from her lips when he tugged. She tried scrambling away from his grasp, stifling her laughs as he circled his arms fully around her – his chest pressed flush to her back, face digging into the crook of her neck from behind. With a last, firm tug, Fred sat back against the headboard and easily pulled her into his lap.
"Gotchuuu..." He teased, shuffling slightly to get a bit more comfortable and tuck one of the pillows behind himself, "see, that wasn't so hard."
"Stop it," Rebecca let out a small, playful whine, tugging her knees up so her heels were on the outer side of his thigh, her temple pressed to his shoulder, "you're ruining my brooding by making me happy again."
