Seven Things (A Fred Weasley X Reader)

Kisses and Cuts

Your POV

I knock lightly on the window my hand pale and shaky in the cold. I wait a few moments and knock again. I see movement in the dark and Fred's face appears in the window. His face contorts with his bewilderment and he quickly opens the window, "what the hell, Y/N?" He helps me into his room and grabs my broom.

I bombard him with a tight hug, "I-I h-had," My teeth chatter as I try to speak.

"Did you ride your broom all the way here?" Fred whispers, "you're freezing." He grabs his blanket off his bed and wraps it around me.

"I h-had to know," I take a breath and cuddle into his blanket, seeing him and hearing George's snore in the other bed is comforting. "I had to know i-if you were okay."

Fred's mouth parts a little, "you shouldn't have flown in the cold at night, love." He rubs my arms, trying to warm them, "we're all okay."

"I just-" I look up at him, face twisted with worry, "I got so scared when I got Lee's owl. I-I, Fred-" My eyebrows furrow, "you guys are- are important."

Fred steps closer and places his hands on my cheeks, presumably to warm them, "you're important too." I watch his eyes look all over me with uncertainty and something else swirling in them. He bends and his lips meet mine and my stomach flips, "so important."

I look up at him in shock, my lips parted and eyes wide in awe. He gently pulls me to his bed, where he gets in and I follow nervously. He engulfs me, completely wrapping me up with the goal of warming me.

~~~

"Frederick Weasley!" It wakes us both up, I jump out of the bed, but he just curls up and shuts his eyes. George is sitting on his bed making a face that tells me this is going to be bad.

My head is pounding and everything has a fuzzy edge. "Fred Weasley, get up this instant." His mom has a scary angry look on her face, her red hair almost seemed on fire. Fred finally gets up, tiredly ruffling up his hair, "well? Would you like to explain yourselves?"

Fred grimaces a little and runs his hand through his hair, before putting on his most charming look, "we were sleeping." I hit him in the chest and give him a look. I hold my head as it pounds and it is burning up, "Y/N?"

"I don't feel so good." The nausea swirls and I grimace.

"Fred, bring her downstairs to the couch, George, get her a cold washcloth." Mrs. Weasley orders.

"So, Y/N," Mrs. Weasley dabs my face with the washcloth, "nice to finally meet you."

I grimace a little, "Mrs. Weasley, I'm sorry, I had to know if they were okay."

"I know you guys didn't do anything, but I don't want it to happen again." She says, surprising me. "Do your parents know you are here?"

Another grimace falls on my face, "It's my cousin, but I left a note." I try to smile a little.

~~~

"Your mom hates me." I bite at Fred and George as we make our way to a compartment on the train.

"No, she doesn't," George says, picking one and making his way in.

"This is just more fuel to her 'Fred and George are the screw-up's' fire," Fred continues, sitting and flipping the wand around in his hand. He does that when something upsets him or he doesn't understand something, but wants to hide it.

George's face gets that flat, downturned look to it, "exactly, she is more mad at us."

"You'll see next time you are over," the shorter twin says, "she'll treat you like family before you know it."