Fred WeaslyXReader

Honeymoon Part 1!

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Once I had settled a bit Fred took me home and we curled up in bed. I looked up at the roof while Fred wrapped his arm around my waist and buried his head in my shoulder. We didn't talk, I knew he felt guilty. I'd have to talk to him tomorrow to make sure he knows it isn't his fault, for now, I'll let him sleep.

As I lay awake watching the roof I could feel Fred's grip loosen and his breathing slow. After a few more minutes I detangled myself from his grip and made my way downstairs. I walked to the dining room and grabbed some different sugary sweets and headed for the lounge room. I switched the tv on wanting to watch some more Only Murders in the Building. Ever since Fred and I... well images, memories even started flashing through my head, what happened that night. I curled up on the couch with my snacks and a blanket. It was already about one am so I only had about five more hours till Fred got up anyway. I didn't have many episodes of Only Murders in the Building before I finished, I finished it at about three thirty so I moved on to watch the X-Files an old-time show that was crime but also extraterrestrial.

Watching this scared the shit out of me, people who could fit through plumbing to murder people. The things humans can do is what scares me most, murderers are the scariest but most intriguing things in the world but add the impossibility of even detecting them, the fact that you could be sitting on the toilet or having a shower and they can come up from the drain and kill you before they even really enter the house. I watched episode after episode until I heard the door swing open behind me making me jump. Fred walked in and sat next to me.

"What are you doing up so early?" He asked wrapping his arms around me as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I couldn't sleep!" I mumbled into his neck.

"You have been down here all night?" He asked pulling me onto his lap.

"Yeah." I sighed grabbing the remote and turning the tv off.

"Love why didn't you wake me? I would have stayed up with you! I could have helped!" He told me as he held my face so he could look me in the eyes.

"You needed sleep! Plus... I needed to work out what to say to you..." I looked down at my hands as I started to fidget.

"What do you mean?" He asked raising his brow.

"Y-you think last night was your fault. You think you hurt me. I can tell from the look in your eyes, how tight your arms were around me. I was trying to work out how to explain that it isn't your fault. All I can think of though is that you didn't know, I wanted it and maybe it's the way I can heal!" I rambled not really knowing what I was saying

"I know it wasn't my fault and that I wasn't to know Y/n but I still can't help but feel like I ruined our wedding!" He bowed his head.

"You didn't Bub! Our wedding was fabulous! Best day of my life!" I tell him lifting his head to look at me.

Seeing the smile on my face a slight smile appeared on his face. He relaxed a bit and pulled me close as we just cuddled on the couch. We had both had a bit of an overwhelming night so I wasn't surprised when a few hours later we were woken by Kreacher telling us breakfast was ready.

Freddie and quickly had breakfast and went upstairs to pack for our Honeymoon. We are just going to go to Paris again as we didn't get to see much of it the last time we were there.

Once we had packed our bags, we apparated to an ally near the entrance to the hotel we had booked. We checked in and went up to the room we had booked. We quickly unpacked and started our adventure into the great wide (somewhere, I want it more than I can tell)

We started the trip of with a visit to the Louvre Museum, first we looked through the muggle art and historical artifacts before we stepped through to the wizarding works. There were all sorts of art works from both wizarding wars, art works of all sorts of moments throughout our history.

It was weird seeing art works of the people I knew but even weirder seeing art works that I knew the small images of people included us ourselves. The images didn't focus on us specifically so if it weren't for us being in attends, we wouldn't have even known we were in them, but looking close enough we could see images depicting us, I could see images from when the wall exploded and you could barely make out my family and I, or when everyone gathered in the Great Hall after the war and Fred and I reunited after being separated by that exploding wall.

Art works of what people thought went down the night my Uncle James and Auntie Lily died. Uncle James and his family had taken my Dad in all those years ago when they were just young teens so of course when he saw the house in ruins and Pettigrew fleeing the scene he went after him leaving Papa holding a crying me all alone. I could almost see it all play out in front of me as I stared at the painting. I had been told what happened so many times, Papa wanted me to remember my Dad in a good light so he made sure I knew what actually happened, but I was never able to imagine it not really.

Then I saw it, a painting from the night Grandad died. Like all the others it was a magical painting so over and over again I watched as my Grandad was hit by a green light and fell from the tower. Tears trickled down my checks as Fred took me into his arms holding me close.