𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Pretend | F.W. x Reader

Summary: When Cormac won't stop bothering Y/N, Fred comes to her rescue.

"Cormac! How many times have I told you to leave me alone?!" I said, walking away as fast as I could from the boisterous and obnoxious Gryffindor.

"Come on L/N!" He said, standing in front of me, trying to block my path, "I know you find me irresistible."

I rolled my eyes as I tried to swerve away from him, "No. I don't. I actually find you very resistible."

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, "We both know that's not true. So, stop playing hard to get."

I tried to pry my wrist from his grasp, but it was too strong, "Cormac! I'm not interested so can you just please let me go!"

A force suddenly pushed Cormac back, causing him to let go of my wrist as a voice said, "Didn't you hear her mate? She told you to let go!"

I turned to see my best friend (and long time crush), Fred Weasley, my savior.

His jaw was clenched, his hands were balling into fists. His glare shot fire at Cormac. Fred looked like he was ready to take him down in a fight.

Cormac shot a glare at Fred, which looked quite funny since he was a lot shorter than Fred, "What do you think you're playing at? This is none of your business!"

Fred towered over him, "This is exactly my business!" He said as he rested his arm around my shoulders, "Especially if you're harassing my girl."

Cormac's eyes widened in shock as he slowly backed away, "S-sorry mate. I didn't know."

Once Cormac was gone, Fred and I started to make our way to the common room.

"Thank you." I said, "For coming to my rescue."

He chuckled, keeping his arm around me, "Of course. Anything for the princess."

I smiled, "So, my girl huh?"

He shrugged, "Just thought that if that git thinks you had a boyfriend, then he'd stop. How long has he been doing that anyway?"

"About a couple of weeks." I said.

"Blimey Y/N!" He said, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

I gave him a small smile, "I thought that I could handle it. Didn't know that he'd get that bad."

I saw his eyes sparkle at an idea, "I'm listening."

He started to explain, "So, if Cormac thinks that I'm your boyfriend, then he'll stop bothering you. We just have to keep up the act long enough until he completely forgets about you and finds someone new to bother."

I nodded, "That sounds like a great idea. So, when do we start?"

Fred pressed a kiss to my cheek, "Why don't we start now?" He said, nodding towards the direction where Cormac was glaring daggers at Fred and I.
—

"Good morning guys!" I greeted as I sat down in between the twins.

It had been two months ever since Fred and I first made arrangements to fake date. And things were running as smoothly as they can be.

"Good morning sweetheart." Fred greeted with a kiss before handing me a small bouquet of y/f/f.

"Freddie," I said with a small smile, "Thank you. But, you didn't need to do this."
He grinned, "But, I wanted to. Don't worry about it."

We had agreed not to tell anyone about the fact that we were fake dating because news and gossip traveled around Hogwarts faster than the Firebolt. So, everyone thought that we were genuinely dating. They had said, and I quote, "It was about time."

Truth be told, I never want this "arrangement" to end. Because, I know in my heart that I'll never be able to have Fred as my boyfriend. Fake dating him was the closest thing I could get to that.

"Something going on in that pretty head of yours love?" Fred asked, keeping his arm around me as we walked along the courtyard.

"Nothing important." I reassured him.

"Do you think Cormac has already gotten over me?" I asked.

He hesitantly nodded, "Yeah. He barely even looks at you anymore."

"So, should we-"

"But." He cut me off, "We should keep this up for a week or two. Just to make sure."
—
Both of us were hanging out in the common room, it was half past 12. I was finishing up an essay for Transfiguration. And Fred was, well, soundly sleeping beside me.

I was on my closing paragraph when Fred started to talk in his sleep.

"Y/N, sweetheart." He seemed to be pleading, "Please don't leave me. I love you. I really do. I've loved you ever since we were kids. Please, I'm begging you. I'd do anything for you. I'd do everything for you. I don't want to keep pretending anymore. I want what we have right now to be real. Please don't leave me."

I shook his shoulder gently, "Freddie. Freddie. Wake up! You're having a nightmare."

Fred's eyes opened as he shot up from his
relaxed position, his breathing quite fast.

"You were having a nightmare." I said, "Are you okay?"

He nodded, catching his breath, "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Oh, and did you know that you talk in your sleep?" I added.

He suddenly turned pale, "W-what did I say?"

I shrugged, "That you loved me ever since we were kids and you didn't want me to leave you. But, I'm pretty sure that's not true and you may be talking about someone else and-"

I was suddenly interrupted when he crashed our lips together, causing the parchment in my lap to fall onto the floor, forgotten.

Fred cupped my face in his hands, "All of it was true. I never loved someone as much as I loved you. So, can we stop fake dating and date for real?" He asked.

I smiled, "I would love that."