The Wingman | Fred Weasley x Reader ✓

7. A Wingman's Duty

''Yes.'' Y/n's voice was calm as she spoke and there was a small smile on her face. ''Yes, I'll go out with you, Fred.''

''That's great, let's-'' Fred's words caught in his throat and he almost choked. ''What do you mean 'Fred'?''

Y/n blinked a few times in confusion. ''. . . Are you not Fred?''

''No, of course not,'' Fred shook his head. ''I'm George, the cooler twin, you know?''

''What?'' Y/n was beyond confused now. ''But you're Fred, though?''

''I'm not!'' Fred defended again, confused about how he'd been caught red-handed. ''How are you so sure?''

''Because I know what you look like, idiot!'' Y/n said.

''Fred and I literally look the same!'' Fred argued. ''How can you tell?''

''Well, Fred has a small bump on his nose that George doesn't. You have a bump on your nose.'' Fred stared at her in disbelief. Y/n bit her bottom lip and looked at her shoes. ''I'm not creepy, just observant.''

''You can tell us apart.'' Fred's voice was almost a whisper. Hermione was right. Y/n looked up in confusion. ''Holy shit.''

''Is that not normal?'' Y/n asked. She replayed the conversation back in her mind, suddenly realizing what had happened. ''Wait. You were asking me out on behalf of George?''

''Yes, but he got stuck in detention and wanted to ask you out before that bloke Towler could, so he thought since we look identical you probably can't tell us apart.'' Fred ran a hand through his hair. He looked behind her head, replaying the conversation back in his head. His eyes suddenly snapped back to her. ''Wait. You knew I was Fred . . . but you still accepted?''

This time, Y/n's eyes widened. ''I . . .''

''You like me?'' Fred asked and looked away. ''Holy shit, holy fuck, this is bad.''

Y/n was taken aback at his words. ''Bad? It's bad that I like you?'' she questioned, hugging her book even closer to her chest. ''Am I that bad?''

''What?'' Fred immediately turned back to her. How was everything getting ruined so quick? ''No, no, Godric, no. I like you, I like you, too, but George - George likes you. I'm his wingman, I can't do this to him. Fuck.'' He leaned back on the wall behind him, sliding down to a sitting position and staring at the opposite wall, deep in thought.

Y/n, meanwhile, was frozen in place. Holy shit, Fred Weasley does actually like me. I have to be dreaming, this can't be real, right? It can't be that easy.

She sat down next to him, stretching her legs in front of her and fixing her skirt to cover them. ''You're George's wingman?'' Y/n asked quietly.

''Yes.'' Fred nodded, not daring to look away from the wall.

''But you like me?''

''Yes.''

She was starting to piece Fred's troubles together. ''But you can't go out with me because you don't want to hurt George?''

''Yes.''

Ah. There it was. So it really wasn't that easy, huh?

''I see.''

''I'm really, really sorry, Y/n.'' Fred finally turned to look at her. Their eyes met and he knew that if he could stare in her eyes all day, he would. He wouldn't even blink if he could. But he knew he couldn't, not when George still fancied her. ''I like you. I like you so much - you can't even imagine. But George doesn't know. I can't do this to him. I'm so sorry.''