Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #50 - Fred Weasley ⚡

*Author's note - This imagine contains smut!*

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This is for you ladies (sorry gents) 

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{Regret}

It was safe to say that you deserved a drink tonight. Your job at the Ministry of Magic was taxing, to say the least now that you were working in close aid with the Minister of Magic himself. The only issue now was that you were hardly ever out of your office, which was putting its inevitable strain on your relationships with friends and family. Now here you were, sitting alone at the bar, drinking your fourth drink of the night. "Another one, please." You asked the bartender, placing your drink down on top of the bar. The bartender nodded, before waving his hand; you watched as your fifth drink of the night was poured and sat itself down in front of you. "You should go easy with those." A voice that seemed familiar said, as someone sat down next to you. "One more and you won't be able to see anything." You gave a small laugh before you looked to see who was sitting next to you. "Remember me?" They asked as you slapped your hand down onto the bar and laughed. "Fred Weasley!" You got up and hugged him as he held out his arms. "How are you?" Fred had been above you in school but you knew him very well after spending most school breaks and holidays with him and his family. You had been close friends with his younger brother, Ron and the Weasley family had quickly become like your own family. "I'm good thanks. It's been a while since I've seen you." He said, holding his hand up to get the bartender's attention. "I'll have what my friend is having." He said, and like before, the drink appeared in front of him. "Ron tells me that business is still booming. How's George?" He took a drink before he replied, his lips smacking against one another. "We're as busy as ever, which is great." He began shaking his head. "George is too busy planning his wedding to Angela to be in the shop." He pulled a stupid face before he laughed. "Right, I got my invitation the other day." You replied, laughing as you run your fingers around the rim of your glass. "Hey, didn't you take Angela to the Yule Ball?"

"Don't remind me, it hurts." He said, pretending to stab his heart before he burst out laughing. "Yeah, but there are no hard feelings there. She always did like George more." He shrugged. "What about you? What's your love life like?"

"Shocking." You admitted, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm always bloody working, so I don't have time for a relationship."

"Right, Ron said you worked under the Minister now. Look at you! I always knew that you would make something of yourself." He said, and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. Fred had always been a charmer and it had always been wrong for you to admit that you fancied him when you were at Hogwarts. You avoided Fred's eye contact whilst you kept the rising heat in your cheeks under wraps. "Hey," Fred said, as he watched you finish the last of your drink. "It's pretty dead in here, do you maybe want to go somewhere else?" You felt a wave of relief rushing over you.

"God, yes." You smiled, standing up and slamming some money down onto the bartop before grabbing your things and leaving with Fred. You found yourself going to several bars throughout the course of the night and catching up on everything that you had missed in each other's lives. If anything, by the end, you regretted losing contact with Fred for the period of time that you did, and deep down hoped that he felt the same. By the end of the night, the pair of you had ended up at your house. You threw the door open before throwing your arms around Fred. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into the air as your lips locked. "Fred-" You muttered between kisses and he simply replied with "I know." You directed Fred to your bedroom and laughed as he threw you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you as he took his shirt off. "Please," You whispered.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and this made your heart skip a beat.

"Yes." You breathed, as you ripped your shirt off vigorously and threw it across the bedroom. Very soon, yours and Fred's clothes were in a pile and you were in between the sheets. You couldn't describe how incredible you felt. Deep down, somewhere, you knew that this was wrong because it was your best friend's brother, but since the war, you had adopted the "fuck it" view in life. Fred's fingers glided up and down your body, causing soft moans to escape from your lips. You laughed in anticipation as his fingers glided in between your legs, knowing exactly where to pleasure you. He inserted his fingers inside of you causing you to grip the bedsheet beneath you as you stifled a moan. His movements started out slow but became faster. It wasn't long before you found yourself shaking beneath him. He stopped and removed his fingers, causing you to whimper from the loss of friction and contact between the two of you. Fred's lips slammed down on yours as he placed himself at your entrance. He stopped and you knew what he was going to ask. "I'm sure." You reminded him and could practically see his face lighting up in the dark. He kissed you gently this time and slowly inserted himself into you, causing you to gasp. "Fuck," He muttered as he moved in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around him as he did this, encouraging him to push harder into you and at a faster pace. He did this, moaning as he did so. Fuck, his moaning was incredible and it was even sexier when he swore. "Keep going," You begged him, pushing back against him before moans erupted from the both of you and he practically collapsed on top of you on the bed. You couldn't deny that you enjoyed being in his arms as he kissed you. You stared at Fred's outline in the dark for a long time. Even in the pitch black, you could outline every single one of his features. He was perfect. Now that your breathing had steadied itself, you moved closer to him. "What are you thinking?" Fred asked, as though he could hear the sound of your mind ticking. "I'm wondering if you should leave," You admitted, and felt him shift next to you in bed. "because I wondered that you'll wake up next to me in the morning and regret all of this." You whispered. You felt his hand wrap around your bare body and kissed your forehead. "Not going to happen." He replied as you buried your head into his chest. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this moment."