Hogwarts Romance

Fred Weasley - Something More

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female! Reader

Word Count:  2.5K

Fred Weasley was your soulmate, in every sense of the word. From the day you met, you felt a deep connection. He meant more to you than anything else in this world and you couldn't bear to lose him.
That's why, when you realized you were in love with him, you pushed those feelings away and left them to fester deep down inside of you. You never told him, or anyone for that matter, how you truly felt for fear that he wouldn't feel the same way. And if he did feel the same way, what would happen later on if the two of you didn't work out?
Sure, you had lost friends and lovers before; and you'd survived those losses. But Fred was different. If you lost him, it would absolutely crush you. It would be as if a piece of your soul was stolen from you.
So that's why you kept your feelings hidden. Or tried to, at least.
Truth be told, the two of you could never stop flirting with each other. It was a problem that would get you in trouble in class and earn you strange looks from your friends and family. Nobody could ever figure out if you were an item or not. And honestly, the lines had been blurred so much that you couldn't figure out what you were either.
But things had never gone as far as they had today when you and Fred found yourselves kissing on the couch in the Gryffindor common room.
You didn't know how it happened. One second you were laughing at a joke he'd told, and the next thing you knew you were attached to his lips.
You let your mind cloud over, giving in to his touch all too easily; reveling in the way his lips felt pressed against yours. Soft and warm. Just how you'd always imagined.
Just as the two of you had settled into a steady rhythm, and you were running your fingers through his soft hair, it finally dawned on you just who you were kissing and you pulled away frantically. You stood up swiftly, smoothing your rumpled shirt, and grabbed your bag filled with the homework you were supposed to be working on.
"Hey," Fred said, a bit breathily. "Where are you going?"
"Bed," you replied in a steely tone, avoiding eye contact with him.
Fred stood up, giving you a concerned look. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," you replied, shaking your head. "Yes? Maybe? I don't know. I just... I'll see you tomorrow."
"O...kay? See you tomorrow." He moved to give you a goodnight hug, but you dodged him and left the room as quickly as possible.
The next day was rather awkward. You didn't sit with him and George during breakfast like normal and you didn't walk to class with them either. You avoided them at all costs for a couple days until you were forced to speak to them in Herbology.
Professor Sprout grouped the three of you together like she normally did. The three of you were thick as thieves and worked well together, so she didn't see any harm in grouping you together again. But things between the three of you were tense now. You hadn't spoken to the twins in days. Not even George, who hadn't done a thing to you.
Both boys were hurt, and neither really understood what was wrong for the first few days; but then Fred realized that it must be because of the kiss you shared.
They tried to engage with you while you worked in Herbology, and you responded, just not in the same way as usual. You were much too cold and formal, not showing them much emotion. Not until Fred accidentally touched your hand.
You were repotting your Alihotsy plant, and just about to put it in its new home right as Fred was putting another handful of soil in and your hands touched. You jumped backwards, letting go of the plant and allowing the pot crash to the floor, and then turned and fled from the greenhouse.
Your classmates giggled at the outburst, but the twins just stood in shock.
"What was that all about?" George asked.
"I'm not sure," Fred said. "She's been acting so strange ever since-"
"Ever since you kissed the other night," George finished.
"Yeah. I- I just don't understand what happened. Everything was fine and then she just... freaked and hasn't spoken to me since."
"She's probably scared," George suggested.
"Of what? Me?"
"Not of you. Of being with you."
"Why would she be scared of being with me? We've been friends for ages. She knows me almost as well as you do."
"That might be the problem. She's probably afraid of losing you."
Fred gave him a confused look. "Why would she be afraid of losing me? I'm not going anywhere. I'm in love with her. Have been for ages."
"Think about it, Fred. Remember how good of friends she was with Miles Bletchley before they started dating."
"They grew up together." Fred remembered.
"Right. They were best friends until they started dating in fourth year."
"Yes, I know this."
"And then they broke up and Y/N was devastated, remember?"
Fred sighed sadly. "Yes, I remember. We were trying to cheer her up for weeks."
"She lost her best friend that day. That would be hard on anyone."
"But we're her best friends now."
"Exactly! And you're closer to her than Miles. Imagine how it would be if she lost you too," George said.
Fred began to understand where his brother was coming from, but he still wanted to be with you more than anything. It was killing him. "But I'm not going anywhere! I'd never let anything tear us apart. She's my soulmate, George."
"Then maybe you should tell her that so we can go back to hanging out. I miss her."
Things were strange between the three of you for a couple more days as you continued to avoid them. That was up until a weekend trip to Hogsmeade when Fred found you sitting with Alicia in the Three Broomsticks and pulled you aside, quite literally. He took you by the arm and pulled you out of your chair and towards the door.
"Fred!" You protested. "What are you doing?"
"I need to talk to you," he said.
"Can't it wait? I was in the middle of something," you huffed as you came to a stop in the alleyway next to the pub.
"No, it can't wait. I need to talk to you now." His tone was serious, something that was out of character for him and you stopped protesting, nodding for him to continue. "You've been avoiding me," he said, stating the obvious. "Why?"
You looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Y/N," Fred warned. You still refused to say anything and he sighed. "You've been acting strange ever since that night in the common room. Did I do something wrong? I thought you were into it."
"I... I was, but... it shouldn't have happened," you said.
"Why not?" He asked. "Don't you like me?"
"Of course I do, Fred," you said exasperatedly. "That's precisely why we can't be together."
Fred felt his heart sink. "Why not?"
"Because... you're my best friend... and... I can't bear to lose you." As you said it, tears began to well up in your eyes.
"What makes you think you'll lose me?"
"You saw what happened with me and Miles. I can't have that happen with you. I couldn't take it."
Fred stared at you for a moment, seeing that George's suspicions were correct. He wanted to disagree with you, to tell you that you wouldn't end up the same way, but he stopped himself. "So, should we just forget that ever happened, or...?"
Your eyes brightened at the idea. "Yes! Yes, let's just forget it ever happened and go back to normal. Please."
Fred felt his chest tighten, heartbroken; but he missed you terribly and he'd do anything to get you talking to him again. "Okay, it never happened. Now will you please come to Zonko's with George and I? We miss you."
You nodded. "Gladly."
The friends quickly went back to normal, pretending that nothing ever happened between you and Fred. Except you both couldn't forget about it. At least Fred couldn't.
He thought about it every day over the next few weeks, though he wouldn't dare bring it up. You were back to your old self with him, which honestly made him even more miserable. You were right there and he couldn't have you.
He tried to act normal; going back to your normal routine. But your normal routine consisted of a lot of flirting; and that only confused him more. Even more so when you would flirt back. The dynamic quickly got to be too much for Fred to handle and he became quite depressed. He didn't want to hang out with his friends or play pranks on people. All he could think about was you.
This became a big problem as his grades began to suffer and his quidditch performance was seriously lacking.
Currently, he sat despondent on a bench in the changing room. A big game looming just before him. But he couldn't focus on it. He was too depressed. He just couldn't understand how you didn't want to be with him when the two of you were so clearly meant for each other.
Meanwhile, his teammates couldn't get him out of his funk and George ran out of the tent to find you. Not surprisingly, you were sitting up in the stands, decked out in the Gryffindor colors, ready to cheer for your favorite boys. George pulled you down to the tent and nudged you in. "Please talk to him. He needs you."
You nodded, a mix of confusion and fear on your face as the rest of the team filed out of the tent to give you and Fred some privacy.
Your heart broke at the state of him. You felt terrible that he was suffering so badly, and even worse that you were he was suffering over. But being ever so stubborn, you wouldn't give in to your feelings that easily.
"Fred?" You asked, taking a few strides over to him. When he looked up, you were standing right in front of him. He looked downright pathetic. Beautiful, but pathetic. "What's wrong? George said you needed some cheering up."
He shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, trying his best to give you a comforting smile, but failing miserably.
Your eyes softened and you reached out to him for a hug. He gave in immediately and rested his head against your stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs as you hugged his head to yourself.
"You don't look fine," you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, willing the tears in his eyes to stay put.
"I'm just stressed... about the game, y'know?" He mumbled, voice thick.
You nodded, though he couldn't see. You knew he was bullshitting, and you felt horrible. "Yeah, I know," you whispered, hugging him a bit tighter. Was this all worth it? Making you both miserable in order to maintain your friendship?
That's when Angelina burst in on you. "Fred! You better get your ass in gear! The game'll be starting any minute!" She shouted.
"I'll be right there," he called back to her, unenthusiastically.
You both pulled away from each other reluctantly. He'd much rather stay curled up in your arms, in a blissful fantasy land; but of course that would never work. He stood, towering over you and you looked up at him.
"Well, I guess you better get out there," you said, instinctively reaching out to smooth his robes.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Good luck," you whispered, still clutching onto his robes. For some reason, you found that you couldn't let go of him and continued to stare up into his beautiful brown eyes that were currently clouded over with sadness. And then something came over you. Something too powerful to stop and you pulled him closer, making him bend down, and pressed your lips to his.
His arms wrapped around you immediately and your hands ran up his chest and into his hair. Salty tears fell into your mouths as you kissed and held each other as if you were glued together. Like the only thing that was holding the universe together was your lips pressed against each other.
Fred was grabbing fistfuls of your shirt, desperately trying to pull you even closer to him. You soon found yourself with your legs wrapped around his waist, giving you that extra sense of closeness that you were both craving.
"I love you, Y/N," Fred mumbled against your lips. "I want to be with you," he pleaded. "I need to be with you. I can't stand being apart from you any longer."
"Okay," you agreed, surprising both of you. You just couldn't deny it any longer. You were meant to be with each other, not just as friends, but something more. Something much more.
Fred pulled away from you, setting you back down on the ground, but still keeping hold of your waist. "Okay?" He asked.
You nodded, caressing his face. "I want to be with you too," you explained. "I love you too, Fred."
Fred's heart slammed in his chest. "Do you really mean that? You're not going to get scared off again, are you?" He asked, a bit fearful of the answer to the latter question being yes.
"No, I can't be afraid anymore. We're soulmates. We can't ever be apart. I understand that now."
A grin spread across Fred's face as he pulled you back in to another kiss. "I'll never leave you," he whispered against your lips.
"Good," you whispered back, a strange feeling of relief filling your chest. Somehow you knew it was the truth and that you'd been so stupid for being afraid for so long. You continued to kiss, whispering promises back and forth to each other ever so often.
Soon, Angelina barged into the tent, George at her heels. "FRE-" Angelina began, before stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of the two lovers.
George began tugging on her quidditch robes. "I warned you, didn't I? We should leave them alone. I'll get Ginny for backup."