Harry Potter Imagines

The common room F.W

(The weasley family is death eater in this story) 

In Fred's eighteen years of life, there have been a lot of things he's craved and longed for. But right now, sitting across the blazing fire in the Gryffindor common room, all he wants is you.

Paper-waist leather trousers and a racer red turtleneck, you sit across the common room, nose buried in your Herbology book as you struggle to make sense of Angelina's unrecognizable notes.

Things have been a little stressful lately, what with being in your final year in Hogwarts. Everyone seems swarmed under pressure for final exams next month, and it's left very little time for anyone to do anything other than study.

"What does that say?" you tilt the book toward Angelina, eyebrows gently pinched.

She squints at her calligraphy, embarrassed that she too, can't make sense of it and snatches it from your hands, a grimace on her lips, but you don't take it personally.

You busy yourself with tidying your own notes, clicking caps on pens and rearranging pieces of perfectly scripted paper. Everyone knows your note-taking is the one thing you pride yourself in—that and Potions class.

Hearing a hustle of laughter as students leave the Gryffindor common room, your eyes follow the noise. Fred sits in an armchair in the corner of the room. He's leaning back, legs spread wide and his arms are resting on the sides of the seat.

A blush finds its way on your cheeks when you realize he's already looking at you. His eyes are cold as ice, skin looking tanned under the warm glow of the fire. You feel a shiver run down your spine.

"I don't know" Angelina huffs. She throws her notes to the side and stands from her position on the floor with you, dusting off her little black dress and pulling up he tights.

"What I do know is that I'm sick of all this stupid studying. George and I are going down to Hogsmeade, are you coming?"

You mull over the idea in your head, line of sight catching with Fred's and you shake your head, an apologetic smile on your lips, but you're not sure what for. You know Angelina couldn't care less if you come or not.

"Next time. I really need to get this done."

She rolls her eyes with a huff and struts off, George offering a wink as he follows and you watch them stop in front of Fred.

"Surely you're coming, right." You shake your head at Angelina's bitter tone. Fred cranes his neck up to look at the dark brown haired girl from his seat in the armchair.

"No. I've got some business to take care of." George doesn't let Angelina stick around long enough for her to ask. He wraps his hand around her arm and tugs her along. Soon enough, the Gryffindor common room is empty, save for you with your notes sprawled across the jade coffee table and Fred, still in his seat.

"Was beginning to wonder if they'd ever leave." He mentions.

Fred's voice is both soft yet assertive as he addresses you, and the sound of it has a bubbling erupt in your lower stomach.

You let out a laugh. "I'm surprised Angelina even did, with that massive thing she's got for you."

Fred's brow lifts at the notion of irritation in your voice. "Is that jealousy I sense, Y/L/N?" He quips teasingly, a smirk on the corners of his lips.

You roll your eyes, tongue peeking between teeth as you frown in concentration. "Why would I be jealous when we both know you're already mine?"

The dominance in your voice rattles Fred to his core, but he can't get enough of it. The possessiveness of your tone gets him a little excited.