𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Best Friend's Brother | F.W. x Reader

Summary: When Y/N comes over to stay at the Burrow for the summer, she meets her best friend's older brother and starts to catch feelings.

A/N: I don't know if I was able to live up to the sexual tension, but I tried.

"Will you please stay over for the summer?" My best friend, Ron, pleaded for what seemed like the umpteenth time of the day.

I gave a small laugh, "Come on Ron, I don't want to be a bother."

"You won't be a bother." He insisted, "Besides, mum has been bugging me about inviting you over."

I contemplated it for a moment. I had heard amazing stories from Harry and Hermione about spending the holidays at the Burrow. So, the idea didn't seem so bad after all.

"Fine." I said, "But, if you're family doesn't like me, I'm blaming you for having me tag along."

He rolled his eyes, "My family will just adore you. Trust me."

"I'll hold you to that."

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That's how I ended up standing in front of the Burrow, looking up in awe at the house.

"Are you going to come in? Or are you going to stand there gaping all day?" Ron asked impatiently.

I chuckled, "I'm sorry. I just can't believe I'm really here."

He rolled his eyes, "You're acting worse than somebody meeting their partner's family for the first time."

I smacked his arm, "Just wait until you've gotten the guts to ask Hermione out, then you'll know how it feels."

Harry put a hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry, Molly would love you, just wait and see."

Ron knocked on the wooden door, "Mum! They're here!"

The door swung open, and Mrs. Weasley could be found standing by the doorway, greeting us with a warm smile.

After giving her son a hug, she gave Harry one too.

When she spotted me, she gave a huge smile as she pulled me into one of her famous bone crushing hugs.

"You must be Y/N!" She said, "I've been telling Ron to invite you over. I don't know what took that boy so long."

I chuckled, "It's mostly my fault Mrs. Weasley, I didn't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense." She said, "And please dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old. Now, come on in, you and Harry must've been tired." She then ushered us into the Burrow.

I got introduced to the rest of the family, Ginny immediately launching herself into my arms as soon as she saw me.

Even though I was in the same year as Ron, Ginny and I had a very close bond.

"Where's Hermione?" The youngest Weasley asked her brother.

Ron shrugged, "She's coming over the day after tomorrow."

"Who have you brought home ickle Ronniekins?" A teasing voice called from the staircase.

Two identical looking gingers appeared into the kitchen, I assumed that they were the twins.

They had quite a reputation at Hogwarts, though I have never met either of them in person.

"Why, is this the famous Y/N, mum always wants to invite?" One of them asked.

"Of course, it is. Who else would it be?" The other one said.

The taller twin stepped forward, taking my left hand as he grazed his lips along my knuckles, "I'm Fred, darling, and obviously I'm the better-looking twin."