𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Study | College!Au

Summary: Finals are coming up and Y/N and Fred needs to study.

The warm summer breeze that seemed to settle in the campus atmosphere, did not help with the lingering desire for the upcoming summer vacation.

Especially with finals just around the corner.

"Can't you continue studying later?" Fred asked, jutting his bottom lip out in a small pout.

"Freddie," I cooed, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "I can't. Finals are nearing with every passing hour."

"If you want, you can go hangout with George and Lee." I offered, going back to reading the book that rested on my lap.

He shook his head, causing my attention to go back to him, "Who are you? And what have you done with my boyfriend? You never miss out on a chance to hangout with George and Lee."

Fred took out a book from his bag before plopping down beside me, "Just thought of staying and studying with you."

I chuckled, "That's a first."

He smiled, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek as his free hand grasped mine, "We can even pull an all-nighter if you want."

"That sounds wonderful." I said.
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I sighed, exasperated as I pushed my hair out of my face for what seemed like the thousandth time today.

I suddenly felt my hair get pulled back, I turned and saw my loving boyfriend pulling my hair back with a hair tie in his hand.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Tying your hair. You seem so irritated with it." He said, successfully tying it into a messy bun.

I gave him a small smile, "Thanks."

He grinned, "Anything to make my princess comfortable."

A small knock was heard on the door, I was about to stand up and open it when Fred ran up to the door and said, "I'll get it!"

He opened the door, to reveal his sister standing there, "Hey sis! What can I help you with?"

She rolled her eyes at him, "I'm not here to see you. In fact, I'm here to see your girlfriend."

I appeared behind Fred, "I'm here. So, how can I help you?"

Ginny gave a shy smile, "Can we talk in private please?"

I nodded, stepping out of the room before Fred could even react, "We'll be back in a minute."

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it, "Okay. You never ask to talk to me in private unless you have some tea. So, spill."

Her cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, "Harry asked me out."

My hands flew to my mouth, "Really? When?"

"Just this morning, during breakfast." She said, the smile not leaving her lips, "We're actually going out tonight."

"That's great Ginny!" I said, giving her a hug.

"Can I ask you a question?" She said.

I nodded, "Of course! What is it?"

"Is this what it feels like?" She asked, "When Fred asked you out?"

"The ecstasy? The seemingly unending happiness? The feeling like you're on cloud 9?"
Ginny nodded.

"Then that's exactly what it feels like."

The youngest Weasley grinned, pulling me into a hug, "Thank you so much Y/N!"

Once she left, I went back into the room to find
Fred with his arms crossed over his chest, "Harry asked Ginny out?"

I raised a brow at him, "You eavesdropped, didn't you?"

He ignored the question, "Doesn't matter. Ginny has a date."

I shrugged, picking up my book, "Freddie, I don't see a problem with it. Ginny can handle herself. Besides, she's already dated Michael Corner and Dean Thomas."

Fred sighed, burying his head in the crook of my neck, "If you say so."
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I stretched, letting out a yawn. I glanced at the clock: 3:45 am.

Fred grabbed the keys from the coffee table,
"I'm running down to Starbucks for a bit. Just gonna get some coffee."

"Can you please get me a latte?" I requested.

"Who said I was also getting you coffee?" He joked.

I glared at him as best as I could in my sleep state, "Frederick Gideon Weasley, I swear on all things holy that I will sell your soul to the devil."

He chuckled, "Are you going to hate me forever if I do this?"

I nodded, "Yes."

We both knew that I was exaggerating, but I needed my coffee.

Fred laughed, "Don't worry. I'll get your latte."

A few moments later, he came back holding his macchiato and my latte.

I smiled, making granny hands towards him, "Thank you!"

He smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple, "Can't risk having you hate me forever, can I?"