Playing It Safe {Fred Weasley x Reader}

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The night crawled by slowly. I didn't sleep at all really. Instead, I kept thinking about how stupid I was. How stupid all of this was. Fainting in the middle of the ball? Thinking I could be with Fred?

Fred.

He didn't come back after Madame Pomfry told him to leave, which made sense because it was around midnight. But now it was the morning. Light had just begun to peak through the windows. And I heard someone, Him, arguing with Madame Pomfry at the door. 

"Please, just let me see her. I need to know that she's alright." His voice pleaded. He sounded exhausted. Worried. Angry.

"Mr. Weasley, she is doing just fine. Come back later when she has had more rest.  She doesn't want visitors at the moment." She insisted. 

I made him leave. I kept secrets. And he still came. He woke up early, which he never does, to come see me. He skipped breakfast to make sure I was alright. I contemplated calling out. Telling her it was alright to let him in. But I knew if I saw his face, I wouldn't want to let go again. I had decided last night that it was too selfish of me to have him. It would just hurt him. Hurt me. Hurt others. So, for now, I had to let him be.

I heard the door shut, meaning Madame Pomfry had finally shooed him out. She came up to my bed. 

"Madame Pomfry? You can let visitors in now. Just not him."

Fred POV

"Stupid bloody healer still won't let me in." I grumbled, taking a seat next to George on the sofa in front of the fireplace. The common room was emptying out for dinner. George removed his arm from around Angelina to place his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. 

"Oh, C'mon Fred. It'll be okay. She'll be okay." I place my head in my hands and groan. 

"I'm tired of everyone saying that! She bloody dropped in the middle of a dance. She went limp in my arms, she..." I Trail off and groan again. "Everyone is just carrying on, going to meals while she's alone in the hospital wing." As the words came out of my mouth I suddenly sat up.

"Madame Pomfry has a fifteen-minute break for meals" I state.

"Er- so?" George puts his arm back around Angelina, who was staring at me with a concerned look. 

"That means I can sneak into the hospital wing while she's not there!" I stand to my feet. 'Brilliant! Can't believe I didn't figure this out sooner!" I wink at George and Angie and rush away, back downstairs to the hospital wing.

They give each other a knowing look.

Y/N POV

I hear the doors open and footsteps running down the wing. That's weird, madame Pomfry was out and the hospital wing was closed to visitors. But everything makes sense when the curtain around my bed ruffles.

"Y/N..." I hear his voice whisper, before he pushes the curtains aside. I freeze. he stares at me like he doesn't recognize me. Though I'm not surprised. I've got bags under my eyes, and my hair is a mess. There's an untouched tray of food on my beside table. An IV sticking out of my arm...

He drops the flowers that I didn't notice he was holding. F/Fs. My favorites. He takes a small step forward, before rushing up to my bed and hugging me gently. So, so gently.

"Y/N" He whispers once more. The hurt and worry break through his voice. They break through the barriers I put up to keep him out. I hug him back and he relaxes in my arms. He lets out a breath.

"I've been worried sick you know." Fred's voice cracks as he mumbles into my hair.

I want to tell him I know. That I miss him. That I'm sorry. I want to tell him everything. But instead, I just mutter quietly, "The hospital wing is closed Fred. You need to go." 

He pulls away to look at me. "No"

"Fred, Madame Pomfry will be back soon." I brush a stray lock of his soft ginger hair out of his eyes, not being able to help myself.

"No. This isn't about that." He pulls away and stands up straight. "You don't care if she comes back and catches me breaking the rules. You just want me to leave."

His voice is hard. Hurt. "Freddie..."

"Y/N." He starts pacing. "Tell me I'm wrong. You want to keep hiding whatever this," He motions towards me. "Is. You want to hide from me. Pull away from me. Tell me I'm wrong." He kneels down in front of my bed, cupping my face in his hands. There's a spark of hope in his eyes. I close my eyes and don't answer.

"You can't." he moves his hands away. I open my eyes to see the hope in his is gone. "You want me to go away."

"No Fred, I don't want you to." I grab his sleeve. 

"You can't keep trying to deal with everything on your own Y/N/N. You just..." I stare at him as he trails off. He looks at me intensely. Then he quickly leans in, bringing his mouth to hover over mine. I need to pull away. I tell myself to pull away. But instead, I close my eyes, and he connects his lips with mine. 

He doesn't go slow. He doesn't kiss gently, He kisses me hard and deep, trying to convey each emotion. He cups my face once again with his hands, his fingertips digging into my skin. It takes me a moment to kiss him back, with the internal war going on inside my mind. But then he nips gently at my bottom lip, and I can't resist it. I can't resist this, Him. I sit up, burying my fingers in his hair. Our mouths move in sync. Nothing can be heard except for our increasingly heavy breaths. He parts my lips with his, and I wrap one hand around the back of his neck. He runs his fingers down my arm and-

He pulls away.

"Fred?" I ask, catching my breath. My eyes follow his to where they stare at his hand, touching the IV in my arm. I swallow. He looks at me.

"This...this is why you need to leave Fred." I whisper.

"Wait, no Y/N. I didn't stop because... I didn't mean to..." He sighs, removing his hand from my arm and running his fingers through his hair. "All...alright." He stands. And he walks out. 

That night I stare at the flowers he had dropped on the floor. 

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