intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Truth Comes Out

*Y/N's POV*

   The next month, I never felt a hundred percent. Some days were better than others but I still didn't like feeling like shit constantly. Fred, with a bit of help from George and Lee, always made a strong effort to comfort me. They figured that my sweet tooth had finally caught up with me, as well as some input from the blood malediction, Molly made the same deduction and they had me regulating my sugar intake now. 

   "How many teaspoons did you put in your tea this morning?" Fred asked as we got ready to head out to Ginny's Quidditch match. 

   "None, just a splash of milk," I explained. Fred narrowed his brows as I tossed my hair up, "Don't believe me?" 

   "Not even one teaspoon?" he pushed. 

   "No, Fred," I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Want to use Veritaserum on me? I'm not lying. Godric," I huffed. 

   "Darling, I promise you that I'm not doing this because I want to pester you constantly or make you upset. I just want to make sure I'm helping you because I care about you." 

   "Fred, love, I appreciate the effort, I do. But I'm an adult woman, I don't need you or anybody else playing doctor for me," I kissed his cheek, "I'm fine. If I feel any other way, I'll let you know." 

   "Alright," he sighed, "I'll lay off. But just know that if you feel any type of uneasiness today then we are apparating straight home, got it?" 

   "Bloody hell," I groaned. 

   "Y/N, promise me you'll tell me." 

   I huffed, "I promise I'll tell you if I start to feel funny."

   "Thank you," Fred kissed the top of my head, "Now, I'm going to make sure George is almost ready. Angelina said that a scouting agent will be there today, do you think Ginny knows about it?" 

   "Yeah, Hermione owled me the other night that Ginny was a bit nervous cause of it. I told her that she has nothing to worry about, she's gonna do great. Hopefully, Hermione relayed the message."

   "Lee and Blaise are meeting us there, right?" I nodded as Fred left to go get George. 

   We apparated to Hogwarts, it always seemed surreal whenever we were there after so much time. The last time we were here, I thought Fred had died and I'd never get to apologize. Bloody hell, we've come quite a long way. 

   "Feeling okay still?" Fred asked as we walked towards the pitch. 

   "I'm fine, Fred," I answered, "Stop worrying so much." 

   "Yeah, or else she might hex you, Freddie," George joked. 

   "Piss off," I giggled, "Let's find everybody else." 

   We all continued towards the pitch until we saw Blaise, Lee, and Angelina talking with another older woman. 

   "Hello everybody," I smiled as we approached. 

   "Y/N," Angelina hugged me, "How're you feeling? Lee and Blaise were just telling me that you've been feeling off for a little while." 

   "I'm alright," I nodded, "This paranoid git has made sure of that." 

   "I'm trying to be a good husband," Fred fussed. 

   "And my nanny at the same time," I chuckled. Some silence passed before Angelina finally spoke up. 

  "Oh Y/N, Fred, George, this is my captain, Gwenog Jones. She's-"

   "Beater for the Holyhead Harpies," George finished off, "Nice to meet ma'am. My brother and I here were actually Beaters for the Gryffindor Quidditch team during our time here."