Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #37 - Fred⚡

*Contains smut - a lot of it* 

You stirred in bed, before opening your eyes. It took a while for them to adjust to the room as it was still dark. There was a faint light coming from your window, so you guessed that it was probably still very early morning. You turned over in bed and looked at the time. It was only 1:45am. You sighed, and tried to get yourself comfortable in bed again, before something tapping on your bedroom window alerted you. 

You sat up in bed, but remained still, wondering if you had just been hearing things. After all, you had been on edge lately. What with your OWLs coming up, Professor Umbridge taking over the entire school, and the possible return on Lord Voldemort, how could you not be on edge. You heard it again, the tap at your window. As though someone was throwing stones at it. It happened again, one stone after the other. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

You got yourself out of bed and walked to your bedroom window. You window sat in the corner of you bedroom, in-between your bookshelves. You had a little window seat, where you enjoyed sitting and reading in when you weren't at Hogwarts. You opened your curtains, and looked outside. Stood on the grass, at the side of your house, holding a fistful of stones, was none of than Fred Weasley. "Fred?" You asked, opening the window. "What are you doing?" You whispered, so not to wake up your parents. 

"I came to see you." He said, dropping the stones and walking towards the drainpipe that lead up to your bedroom. "At 2 in the morning?" You asked and he smiled. He didn't take his eyes off you as he climbed the drainpipe. "What are you doing?" You asked as he clambered into your bedroom. "Shh, my parents are asleep!"

"Sorry." He replied, looking around your room. "Nice place." He said, turning to you. "I've missed you." 

"And you couldn't have written that in a letter?" You asked. "I'm tired, Fred." Fred moved a strand of hair out of your face. His bright red hair was shining in the moonlight and he was stood so close to you that you could smell him. My god, did he smell amazing. It was a mix of cinnamon and vanilla, but it intoxicated you. "I would have written back to you sooner, but it was too risky." He admitted. "George was going through my letters, looking for some of his and he found one that you had sent me." You looked at him and felt your heart beating fast inside your chest. "He's getting suspicious, (Y/n)." By this point, his hands were placed on your cheeks and the rest of his body was touching yours. "I've missed you." He admitted, and Fred was never one for admitting his feelings. 

"I've missed you too." You smiled, as he leaned in to kiss you. You and Fred had been secretly dating for a few months. You had spent Christmas with the Weasley's, along with Harry and Hermione. 

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One night, there had been a knock at your bedroom door, and you had opened it to see Fred stood there with a gift. "It's for you," He smiled, closing the door behind him and sitting next to you on your bed. "But, I didn't get you anything for Christmas." You stated, as Fred shook his head. "It doesn't matter about that," He admitted. "Well, go on, open it." He smiled. He watched as you eagerly opened it and watched as your face lit up. You had opened it to find a set of parchment that had been beautifully decorated. You had noticed it in Diagon Alley a few weeks back, but didn't get it because you couldn't afford it. "I know how much you wanted it." Fred admitted. "You got this for me?" You asked, and Fred nodded. "Why?" 

"Because I like you." He shrugged. To you, Fred had always been Ron's quirky, yet mysterious older brother, that had always seemed off limits to you because he was related to one of your best friends, but now, he didn't seem so off limits and that made you want him more. "You mean-" 

"I really like you, (Y/n)." He told you. "I can't stop thinking about you. Every minute, of every day, you're there in my mind." 

"Fred?" You asked, moving closer to him.