𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

The Lover's Secret | F.W. x Reader

Summary: While doing wedding plans, Y/N finds out a secret about her fiancé.

It was a nice summer day. You had just gone back from a little girl's day out with Ginny and Hermione.

"Freddie! I'm home!" You announced, shutting the door behind you.

You didn't hear a response, which was a bit odd since Fred always answered, you looked for him around the house only to find him in the bedroom you shared with him. He was writing something down which made you curious.

"Hey, Freddie." You said softly, careful not to startle him

He flinched at the sound of your voice, it was clear he didn't notice when you arrived since he was too busy writing, "H-hey darling, how was your day?" He asked, trying to sound natural but instantly failing.

"It went great, Hermione and I almost splurged at the bookstore." You said with a small laugh, failing to notice the stutter in his words, "How about you?"

He let out a nervous laugh, "Oh, I was just doing work stuff, nothing out of the ordinary" he said, closing the journal that was resting on his lap.

You playfully squinted your eyes at him, "Is there something wrong honey? You look nervous."

His eyes widened at your words, "what are you talking about, darling?" He said, his voice changing to full confidence in a second, shocking you a little bit.

You laughed, brushing it off, "Well, you just sound so nervous. I thought there was something going on."

"I'm not nervous at all, love" he said, scratching the back of his head, when suddenly an idea popped out in his head, "Hey darling, is it okay if we start with the wedding plans? We need to start organizing this thing before it gets a little stressful" he changed the subject, trying to make you forget about his previous antics.

You hummed, noting how quickly he changed the subject as you pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Besides, when was Fred Weasley ever organized?

"Okay then." You answered, "What did you have in mind?"

"Well I think we should decide the time and place, how many guests are going, the bridesmaids and many stuff" he said, opening up his journal, quickly changing the page he was previously writing on, to subtly going through a new page.

You chuckled, "Slow down hotshot, one at a time. What should we do first?"

He playfully rolled his eyes at you, "Who would be the bridesmaids?" He asked, getting ready to write it down.

"That's easy." You said, "Angelina is my maid of honor. Ginny, Hermione, Alicia, Katie and Luna will be my bridesmaids."

He smiled at your comment, quickly writing it down as you tried to ignore his "unique" style of writing, "The best man will be George of course, and also Lee, Oliver, Harry, Ron and Bill." He finished writing that part, "Where do you want to have the wedding?"

"Of course not, darling" he looked at you fondly, "I was going to say the Burrow too" he winked at you, "how many guests do you want to have? I was thinking about 50 maybe?"

"Make it 50 to 60." You decided, "Who are we inviting anyway?"

"Our families and closest friends, I was thinking about inviting Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Sprout, since both of them made a bet before we were dating, about when will we finally be together" He recounted, causing the both of you to laugh at the memory.

"Don't forget Professor Flitwick, he also made a bet. And Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch." You reminded him.

"Let's invite all the professors!" He joked,
"What kind of music would you like?" He asked, making a thinking face which made him look a lot more silly, causing you to giggle.