Im obsessed with Fred right now so if you guys don't mind, here's another smut!
No one would ever call Fred Weasley a jealous person to his, nor would they call him mean or petty or vengeful. What they might call him is territorial, about his family, friends, business and own life. But above all, he was territorial of you, his person, his other half and his only love. So, it's understandable that he was never going to react kindly towards someone hitting on you, especially in the busy store, surrounded by browsing customers during the summer holidays.
When he saw Cormac McLaggen leaning over the counter and talking with you as you quickly packaged up various items, Fred at first thought nothing of it, deciding his time would be better spent unloading stock than watching the blonde-haired youth. Until he caught McLaggen placing his beefy hand on your arm, leaning in closer as if to whisper in your ear and send you that charming smirk that nearly always worked. Fred was furious then, and after quickly placing the boxes down and fixing his button up shirt, he strode towards the pair of you, catching your attention before McLaggen.
"Hey, sweetheart, you alright? Want me to put that back on the shelf for you?" Fred pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth before gesturing towards the large box of Puking Pasties in front of you. You smiled up at him, leaning against him slightly as McLaggen gawped at the two of you, eyes darting around like something didn't make sense.
"I'm alright, Freddie, but you can definitely deal with that box, there's no way I'm going to be able to reach the shelf without the stool." Fred nodded to you, picked the box up and placed it on the shelf above your head, and glanced back at McLaggen, who had started to talk again.
"Well, I can't say I'm not surprised. But woah, Y/N, I thought you would have moved on by now." Fred knew instantly that Cormac had hit a nerve in you, because he could see the way that your shoulders tensed, brows pulled together and a scowl covered your face.
"Oh yeah, on what do you mean by 'moved on', McLaggen?" The younger man didn't take the hint to back off and run while he could, and that made Fred shake his head in amusement, knowing what Cormac was about to face if he stated what he thought.
"I mean, you know what some of us thought at Hogwarts, you, um, deserved better than a Weasley man and you definitely deserved better than working in a joke store." He sucked in a breath after he had finished speaking, and Fred thought that was a good idea, because he was going to need all the air he could use if you were going to make him run out of the shop.
But in honesty, you had no words due to being so shocked with what McLaggen had said, so Fred stepped up closer, arm wrapping around your waist tightly and a firm glare directed right at the younger man.
"You know what, McLaggen? You wanna hear all the things I heard about you during school? You wanna know how most of the girls couldn't stand you because you were too pushy and self-involved, how you thought you were the greatest man on earth even though everyone knew the only reason you were popular was because of your daddy's influence and money." McLaggen swallowed thickly in response to Fred's words, wanting to fight back but at the same time knowing all of it was true. "Now, if you would be so kind to get your pompous arse out of our store that would be grand. Oh, and remember this, Cormac, if you even think you deserve to be with someone like Y/N you're extremely wrong. In fact, you don't even deserve to be in the same room as them, and neither do I, but at least I love them for who they are, and not just because of their family name, money or looks. Leave, now." Fred's face was inches from Cormac's own when he spat those final words in his face, a look of such fury cast over his features that even you were a little intimidated of your partner. And it didn't take long for Cormac to turn around and leave, moving as fast as his long legs would carry him.
