Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

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Requested on Tumblr- Hiya! I was wondering if I could get number eight from your prompt list with Fred Weasley? :D I love your work! Congrats on 100!!!!

A/n- Hiya! Omg ty!!!🥺 And of course you can! I hope you like it!

Summary- Fred's busy with the shop and you would love to help him, but you're exhausted. Fred thought the symptoms were symptoms of a cold, but you're brain can't help but wander.

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Year- After Hogwarts

House- Doesn't matter

Y/n= Your name

Warnings- arguing (it's not bad at all, but just in case)

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The prompts off of my Christmas Prompt List on Tumblr-

8. "You mean... you're...?" "Pregnant!"

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To say that Fred was busy is an understatement. The man barely got any sleep, the bags under his eyes were more prominent than ever, he just looked so exhausted. You wished you could help your boyfriend, but you were feeling exhausted too. The one confusing thing though was that you didn't even work that much, you worked at a small bookstore down the way from Weasley Wizards Wheezes 4 days a week for 5 hours, which is much less than most people.

You were also gaining weight, which was weird as well because recently you had started to eat healthier for your health and because, why not?

You were just lying in your bed one night, Fred still in his office downstairs working on some paperwork. You were reading a book when all of the sudden your boobs started to feel weird, almost sore, which was odd because you haven't done anything all day, you were too exhausted honestly, and the only time your boobs were ever sore was after a... night... with Fred. That hasn't happened in weeks though.

"Aw shit," you groaned and tried to rub your boob, only making you hiss in pain, they were really tender. You tried to go back to reading but with your boobs hurting like hell and the fact that your eyes were barely able to stay open, you decided to call it a night.

As you closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep, you heard the flat door open followed by two voices. "Oi, shut up, she's probably asleep," you heard Fred whisper. "Okay, okay, sorry. Night," George whispered, you then heard a door close, you assumed it was Georges bedroom door.

Then you heard your bedroom door open and a bit of shuffling before you felt a dip in your bed. Fred sighed while looking down at his already "asleep" girlfriend.

"Night my love," he whispered to you before wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulled you close to his chest before you finally let sleep take you over.

You woke up very early the next morning with the feeling that your dinner from last night was in your throat. "Oh my g-" you cut yourself off by quickly throwing Fred's arms off of you and darting to the bathroom connected to your guy's room. You threw up everything in your stomach into the bathtub.

You were trying to catch your breath all while trying to stay up on your knees, you felt so exhausted that you thought your limbs were going to give out. "Hey, y/n, are you alright?" you heard Fred next to you. You nodded your head and leaned your head against the edge of the bathtub.

"Come on, you get back to bed, I'll clean this up," he told you. You shook your head and said, "No you go, I'll do it". He was hesitant to follow through but he was really tired so he just complied and walked back to bed.