Multifandom One-shots

149. Sweater Weather - Fred x female reader (Harry Potter)

The Black Lake shimmered in the soft light of an autumn afternoon, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple caused by a gentle breeze. The leaves on the surrounding trees had turned into a brilliant tapestry of red, orange, and gold, creating a picturesque frame for the tranquil scene. The air was crisp and carried the earthy scent of fallen leaves, mingling with the faint aroma of distant fires from the castle.

Y/N nestled comfortably in a large, gnarled oak tree overlooking the lake. Wrapped snugly in a knitted sweater, its large, distinctive "F" unmistakable, they were lost in the pages of a book. The sweater, a token from Fred, was oversized, its warmth a comforting reminder of his presence. Autumn's crisp air was invigorating, and the peaceful solitude was exactly what Y/N needed—a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts.

The Black Lake's serene beauty, with its reflective surface and the occasional ripple from a passing magical creature, was a sharp contrast to the castle's lively atmosphere. Y/N had found solace here many times before, but today felt special—it was a quiet moment of escape wrapped in a layer of familiarity and affection.

Meanwhile, Fred Weasley was on a mission. He'd spent the better part of the afternoon searching the castle for Y/N and had almost given up hope of finding both her and his favorite sweater. His frustration had been mounting, especially since the sweater was a gift he'd put a lot of thought into. His thoughts kept circling back to the Black Lake; it was their special spot, where he'd first gathered the courage to ask Y/N out, and he hoped it would be where he found her again.

As Fred reached the edge of the lake, he sighed in relief. The golden sunlight filtering through the trees caught his eye, and he spotted a familiar figure perched in the tree. A smile spread across his face as he recognized the sweater draped over Y/N's seemingly small body. His heart raced with a mix of relief and affection, feeling the tension of the search ease away.

"Oi!" Fred called out, his voice carrying across the lake with a playful lilt. "You wouldn't believe the trouble you've caused me! I've been searching the entire castle for you and my sweater."

Y/N looked up from their book, startled by the familiar voice. Her eyes widened as she saw Fred standing below, a mix of relief and amusement on his face. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, her heart fluttering at the unexpected but welcome interruption.

"Oh, Fred!" Y/N called down, her voice warm and inviting. "You found me!"

As Y/N began to climb down from the tree, Fred's heart leapt with anticipation. He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on Y/N. Just as she was about to reach the ground, Y/N surprised him by leaping from the lower branch, aiming directly into Fred's waiting arms.

Fred's reflexes kicked in, and he caught Y/N effortlessly. But as he did, his foot caught on a hidden root, and he stumbled backward. With a surprised yelp, Fred lost his balance and fell to the ground, taking Y/N with him. They landed in a heap, with Y/N on top of Fred.

Fred's laughter filled the air as he looked up at Y/N, who was now sprawled on top of him. The soft, grassy ground beneath them was cool and inviting, contrasting sharply with the warmth of their close embrace. "Well, this certainly wasn't part of the plan!" he chuckled.

Y/N let out a burst of laughter, her cheeks flushing as she met Fred's gaze. The sound of their laughter blended with the gentle rustling of the autumn leaves above. "I didn't mean to knock you over, but this is quite a memorable reunion."

Fred grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection as he held Y/N close. "I'm not complaining. This is actually perfect."

Y/N shifted slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gazed down at Fred. Leaning in so close that their breaths mingled, she teased with a soft, playful grin, "You're lucky; I'm such a good catch."