Harry Potter One Shots

Fred Weasley: Last Kiss

Based on "Last Kiss" by Taylor Swift

I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words that you whispered for just us to know

The night before we went back to Hogwarts to fight in the war, we couldn't sleep, so we just cuddled, whispering reassuring words to each other until we were able to sleep. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Fred whispering, "I love you. No matter what happens, I'll never leave you."

You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?

He said he would never leave me. But there he was, on the ground, his family around him, grieving. I crouched down next to him, putting my head on his chest. There was no heartbeat. I looked up, cupped his cheek. He felt so cold. I sat back up. George, who had sat next to me, wrapped his arms around me, crying into my shoulder. I hugged him back. I didn't bother denying it. We all knew he was gone.

But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes.

It rained for days after the war ended. After I lost Fred.

Those first several days, I would wake up and stretch my arm across the bed. It would feel cold, and I would remember Fred wasn't there anymore. I would grab his pillow and pull it to my chest. It still smelled like him.

I would reluctantly get out of bed and change into shorts and one of Fred's hoodies. His hoodies still smelled like him too. I would just sit on the floor, watching the raindrops fall onto the window.

Your name, forever the name on my lips...

It wasn't long before the nightmares started. Almost every night, I would watch Fred dying, over and over again. I would wake up to find George shaking me with a worried expression on his face. I would bury my face in his chest, crying, saying Fred's name over and over, wanting him back.

The life of the party, you're showing off again and I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in

Five days after Fred's death, I finally got the courage to enter Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. As soon as I stepped inside, I remembered the first time I did. Fred and George showed me around, talking non-stop about their products. When I rolled my eyes at Fred and called him a show-off, he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close to him, saying, "You know you love it."

I rolled my eyes again, replying, "I know. I really do love it. I love you."

He kissed my forehead. "I love myself too."

I tried to slap the back of his head, but I was too slow: he started running away from me. I chased after him. "Frederick Gideon Weasley! Say you love me back!" I could hear George's laughter behind me.

Tears came to my eyes as I remembered. Then I heard a voice say my name, "Y/n?"

I turned my head toward the voice. George was looking at me, looking concerned.

I couldn't bear it. I turned and ran out of the store.

How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, there's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

Every night we would have conversations about anything. Every time I went off on a rant about something I loved, he would stare at me...look into my eyes...then at my lips...then he'd lean in and kiss me, even though I was still talking. Whenever he did that, I forgot all about what I was saying, I'd just melt into the kiss.

When he would pull away, I'd remember I had been talking before, and I'd say, "You interrupted me!"

He'd reply, "I couldn't help it. You're so beautiful when you talk about things you love."

I'd blush and look away. "Shut up."

He'd cup my cheek, turn my face back toward his, and kiss me again. I'd forget all about being annoyed by his rude interruptions.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

Those days after his death, whenever I wasn't sitting on the floor staring out the window, I would look through photo albums. Those pictures brought back so many memories. The picture I'd stare at most was one that I took of him sleeping. Nights I couldn't sleep, I'd just watch him. He looked so peaceful. After a while, I'd put my head on his chest and listen to his slow breathing and heartbeat. That would lull me to sleep.

Hope it's nice where you are

After a week of grieving for Fred, I dreamt about him. Not a nightmare, like the previous ones. This one, I was in my bed, and Fred was sitting on the edge. I sat up. "Fred," I whispered.

"Hey, love," he whispered back.

I started crying and hugged him. He hugged me back, rocking me back and forth a little. We stayed like that for several minutes.

When I finally stopped crying, I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. I cupped his cheek with my left hand. He put his hand over mine. "You still haven't taken the ring off," he chuckled.

I pulled my hand back, looking at my engagement ring. "How could I? It's a part of me." I looked back up at him. "You're still a part of me."

"Darling," he whispered, giving me a sad smile. "I know it's hard. I know you miss me. I miss you too. But I don't want you being sad all the time. You haven't eaten anything in a week."

Tears came to my eyes again. "Fred... How can I go on without you?"

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. "Darling, you're still alive for a reason. You have to keep going."

"How can I keep going when you're not here anymore?"

He was silent for a moment. "Because I am still here. Maybe not physically, but you still have the memories. I'm still in your head and your heart."

I sighed, resting my head on his chest. "I don't know what to do without you here."

"Help Georgie with the shop."

I pulled away and looked up at him. "Fred, I can't go back in there. I tried to, but I couldn't bear it. It's not the same without you."

He started caressing my hair. "I know, darling. But you can get through this."

I put my head back on his chest. "I don't feel like I can."

"I know. But I also know that you can. I want you to be happy. Make new memories. Help George with the shop. If you can't be happy, then at least live comfortably. Maybe I'm not here, but if you help Georgie with the shop, my memory can live on through you. Do this for me, darling."

I was silent, considering his words for a moment before finally saying, "All right. I'll do it. I'll do it for you."

There was more silence before I asked, "Is it nice where you are?"

Fred thought for a moment. "Yes. A bit dull without you there, but there's no suffering anymore."