Harry Potter Preferences/Imagines

Fred Weasley x Female Reader Smut Request

This oneshot was requested by the lovely AthenaLentz93 I hope you like the story! This is very long overdue, and I'm so sorry this took me forever to write, but I'll make sure that this oneshot is the best that I can do! Now, this oneshot will contain smut, so be advised. Let's get to it!

Y/N's POV

Chaos surrounded me as I tried to stand on my own in the Great Hall. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore as my former school lay in tatters and my family was falling apart at the seams. And to top it all off, Fred was nowhere to be found and I was panicking. My name is Y/N, and this is the story of how I found out the love of my life loved making me think he was dead.

I gripped my wand in my hand just as Luna Lovegood grabbed my shoulder and asked, "What're you doing, Y/N? Aren't you supposed to be staying in the Hall?" Ginny and Fred had told me it would be safer for me to be in the Hall during the confrontation with Voldemort, but when they didn't return timely enough, I got antsy and had to know where they were.

I replied, "I don't care about what Ginny and Fred said, Luna. I have to know what's going on out there and where my man is right now." Tears brimmed in my eyes and I didn't rightly care if they fell down my face in waterfalls. If I couldn't see Fred again, then I'd let anyone who got in my way of finding him have the full force of my fury. And in this case, Luna was in my way and I wouldn't stand for it one bit. I pushed past her, her hand letting go of my shoulder, and I told her, "Let me go, Luna. I have to fight somehow!"

Speaking of Ginny, she appears carrying one of the twins on her shoulder through the Great Hall triage area to a bed. I made a beeline for her and asked, "Where's Fred? Why can't I see him here when you and he told me he was going to be here?" She didn't speak and set whichever twin she'd been carrying on a pallet. I kept my eyes on her and asked again, "Where's Fred Weasley, Ginny? And why're you not speaking to me when you know that I don't like to be stressed out like this?!"

"He's right there before you," Ginny replied while keeping her eyes down and pointing to the twin she'd been carrying. My eyes moved toward his body and studied it, trying to piece together what I knew of my man with the twin before me. As I watched, his chest didn't move and I saw the scar where his ear used to be clear as day. This was indeed Fred, my lover, and he was gone from this world. Why? Why was he the first one to go and not me?! I sunk to my knees beside him, grabbed his hand, and let the tears flow as Ginny said, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I tried to get to him before the Killing Curse was fired and couldn't. The last thought going through his mind was you, of that I know."

"It should've been me who died first," I muttered into Fred's cold hand that I'd placed right at my cheek. I didn't know if someone sat next to me or not, but I then yelled at the top of my lungs, "It should've fucking been me who died first! Not Fred, he should've bloody lived through this hellhole!" No one spoke a word and I yelled into the air, "Why, Fred? Why'd you die and leave me here alone to mourn you?! I can't go on without you, my love! I need you!"

The hand I was holding squeezed mine and I stared at it, knowing that if my man was actually dead as Ginny made out like he was, his hand would not be moving. But it was squeezing my hand and the thumb was rubbing my knuckles just as Fred did. What the bloody fucking hell was going on here? I'd been sobbing with my eyes closed, but my eyes shot open and locked onto the same gorgeous eyes I'd fallen in love with when we started school at Hogwarts. Fred smiled at me and said, "I'd never leave you alone in this world, love. And you'd better not say you should've died because I'd've followed you to whatever afterlife you were in."

My heart stopped functioning and my brain had no clue what to think anymore. He was alive. Fred Weasley was actually bloody alive! And he'd just played the mother of all pranks on me to the point where I believed him! Fresh tears streamed down my face as I got out, "Y-You're alive. You're really alive?" I didn't really openly cry in front of him or any of his family, so for me to let Fred see me bawling my eyes out took a lot out of me.