harry potter characters x reader one-shots

wicked (f.w.)

⚠️WARNINGS: none⚠️

word count: 1006

pairing: fred weasley x female!reader

time period: goblet of fire

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"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception." McGonagall announced, "On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the great hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the hosts, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is first and foremost...a dance." she explained.

Everyone started whispering to each other, girls and boys. The girls were grinning excitedly, and the boys began groaning in annoyance.

"Silence!" McGonagall called, "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries! I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling, band of baboons!"

(y/n) spotted Fred and George whispering to each other and messing about in the corner opposite her, laughing as they did so. She gave Fred a quizzical look when he glanced at her, and he just stuck his tongue out at her playfully, her rolling her eyes at him.

"Now, to dance is to let the body breathe! Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth into flight! Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance! Mr Weasley!" the witch said, approaching Ron as he'd made fun of one of the girls, Eloise Midgeon.

"Yes?" he asked anxiously.

"Will you join me, please?" she asked, taking his arm and leading him to the floor, "Now, place your right hand on my waist."

"Where?!"

"My waist."

There was a wolf whistle from the boys' side, and (y/n) was trying so hard not to burst out laughing at Ron's face, which was becoming redder with every second.

"Now, bend your arm—Mr Filch, if you please!" the music started, and McGonagall counted in time, dancing with the poor ginger boy.

Fred and George leant over to Harry to whisper something, shaking their heads and grinning.

"Everybody, come together! Boys, on your feet!" McGonagall said, as the girls eagerly got up, but the boys stayed sat in their seats. Neville bravely stood up first, and the other boys reluctantly followed.

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A couple of weeks later, the students of Hogwarts were busy thinking about who they'd take to the Yule Ball as their date. (y/n) expected that Fred and George would have girls flinging themselves at them, asking them to be their dates.

(y/n) had had the biggest crush on Fred for as long as she could remember. She'd been friends with the Weasleys her whole life, and being the same age as the twins, she grew close with them very quickly.

Now in their sixth year at Hogwarts, her feelings for Fred only escalated, and she was beyond convinced that he had no interest in her, and was instead after Angelina Johnson, the gorgeous Gryffindor chaser. Why wouldn't he be? Angelina was everything (y/n) wasn't. She was perfect.

With all the talk of dates, those feelings of doubt only grew stronger, but it was in their private study session when her perception of things completely changed.

(y/n) was wedged in between Angelina and Alicia Spinnet, scribbling away at a charms essay Flitwick had set the day before, when she felt something hit her in the head - it was a paper ball, and she looked up to see Fred whispering her name.

"What?" she whispered, annoyed.

"Do you—" he mouthed, pointing at her, "—want to go to ball—" he mimed dancing, "—with me?" he finished, pointing to himself.

The poor girl couldn't believe her eyes, she blushed lightly, but agreed nonetheless. He smirked at her and then turned to Ron opposite him, shooting a wink his way and making the people around him laugh quietly.

(y/n) finished her essay as quickly as she could, not even trying to hide her smile, and then turned her work in to Snape, who dismissed her.

"(y/n)!" Fred's voice called out in the corridor. She spun around to see him jogging over to her, grinning as he did so, "So you'll go with me, then? To the ball."

"Yes, I'll go with you - that's the whole point of what 'yes' means, dummy." the girl chuckled, nudging his arm with her elbow as they walked.

"Wicked." he grinned.

"But I thought...no, never mind." (y/n) thought aloud.

"You thought what?" Fred asked.

(y/n) sighed, and stopped walking. "I always thought you'd want to go with Angelina. I mean, she's everything I'm not, and you've liked her for ages now, and I—"

"Since when did I like Angelina?" Fred laughed.

"You mean you...don't like her?" the (h/c) girl asked, eyebrows raised.

"No, stupid." the older twin chuckled, stepping closer to her and sliding his arms around her waist, "I like you. Because you're everything she's not."

(y/n) was awe-struck. She couldn't think to speak, but she didn't need to, as Fred had pressed his lips against her own. Her knees nearly gave way under her at the sheer amount of passion the kiss held, so she looped her arms around Fred's neck to stabilise herself, kissing him back as she did so.

The pair reluctantly broke apart, as they remembered that breathing existed, and one needs to breathe so that one may remain alive.

Fred grinned down at (y/n), who was still trying to process what had just happened. She let out a giggle as Fred kissed her forehead, then placed his hand on her cheek.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that, (l/n)." he smirked.

"Oh, I think I have a pretty rough idea myself, Weasley." she replied.

"Would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the ball as my girlfriend?" Fred asked, putting on a posh voice, "I'm serious, by the way." he whispered.

"Yes, good sir, I'd love to." (y/n) giggled again, and kissed him once more.

"Wicked." Fred grinned.