intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Perfect Fit

*TW: MENTIONS OF D*CK SIZES/DRINKING* 

*FRED's POV*

     I huffed, "None of these are good enough."

     "Well, Y/N is going to need some sort of engagement ring at some point, Fred," Ginny spoke.

     "You can't just not get her one," George added.

     "Well, no shit," I scoffed, "Aren't you two just so bloody helpful?"

     "What's wrong with the ring selection this time?" Hermione asked as she, Ron, and Harry rejoined us at the jewelry store.

     "I don't know," Ginny rolled her eyes, "What is it this time, Fred?"

     "They're just-" I didn't really have an actual reason, "I don't know, okay? They just aren't good enough for her, none of them match her the way I want them to."

     "What the bloody hell does that even mean?" Ron asked.

      I sneered at him, "I wouldn't expect you to understand, Ronniekins."

     "Ease up, mate," George nudged me, "We're only here to help."

     "Not that you're making it easy," Ginny spoke through gritted teeth.

     "How did you guys convince Y/N to stay home anyway?" Angelina asked.

     "I told her that she should spend some time with Teddy and Andromeda while George and I got the shop ready for reopening," I answered.

*Y/N's POV*

     "Teddy, please just go to sleep," I begged the sobbing infant, "I've warmed your bottle, changed your diaper, what else could you possibly want?"

     "Still not going down, is he?" my Aunt Andromeda entered the nursery, holding a knitted lilac blanket.

     "Not even close," I shook my head while I rocked him, "What's that?"

     She sighed, "It was Dora's."

     "I think it's worth a try," I smiled softly as I handed her the sniffling baby.

     Nearly as soon as the blanket was wrapped around him, his crying ceased, "There you are, little love," my aunt cooed, "This always got your mum to calm down when she was a baby."

     "It's a beautiful blanket," I smiled softly as I handed her the warm bottle.

     "It was the only thing I ever knitted correctly for her," my aunt whispered as Teddy started to get visibly drowsy as he drank down the bottle, "Tried to make hats, sweaters, even scarves, and they'd always end up with an extra sleeve or no opening to put her head in," she chuckled lightly.

     "Lucky Mrs. Weasley has a knack for knitting and lots of practice," I reassured her.

     "He reminds me of her," my aunt began to sniffle.

     "I think it's the hair," I joked lightheartedly, pointing out Teddy's occasionally turquoise hair.

     "It's everything," she cooed as she rocked the now sleeping infant, "His features, the way he cries, it's all Dora."

     I wrapped my arm around her, "I miss her too," I whispered.

     "She loved him, both of them," my aunt explained as she laid Teddy in his crib, "More than anything in the world."

     "I know," I smiled, "And I'd like to think they made the right decision leaving him in your care."

    "Our care, dear," she reassured me, "Dora left him to you and Harry too."