Friends? Fred Weasley x OC

CHAPTER FIVE

Chapter five

Since their quiet, heartfelt conversation a few days ago, Fred and Amelia found themselves growing closer in ways they hadn't anticipated. It wasn't just about the confession of feelings anymore—there was something deeper, something magnetic pulling them together. Every glance, every fleeting touch, seemed to speak volumes. They'd both agreed, without ever really saying it, to keep things as private as possible. After all, their friendship with George and the nosy Weasley household wasn't exactly the most discreet place to explore a new relationship. But that didn't stop them from stealing moments whenever they could.

When they walked together through the Burrow's garden or along the tree-lined paths of the nearby fields, their hands would naturally find each other, fingers intertwining like it was the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of Fred's palm against hers felt reassuring, grounding Amelia in the whirlwind of emotions that came with navigating their secret. They rarely spoke about it—just small smiles exchanged between them, a gentle squeeze of the hand, or a playful brush of shoulders as they strolled, as if these small, hidden gestures were their way of acknowledging what was happening between them.

On more than one occasion, Fred would gently pull Amelia aside to some secluded spot—behind a large tree, around the corner of the barn, or in a quiet nook of the garden—when they were sure no one was around. It was in those brief, stolen moments that their connection would truly reveal itself. They would lean into each other, and Fred's hand would find the small of her back as he pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt both thrilling and comforting. The kisses were slow, filled with an unspoken intensity, like they had all the time in the world yet couldn't get enough of one another. Amelia's heart would race every time, feeling both the excitement of secrecy and the warmth of knowing Fred was there with her.

They became experts at reading each other's cues, sneaking glances across the room when they were with the rest of the Weasley family or around their friends. In the crowded kitchen, as Mrs. Weasley bustled about preparing meals, Fred would catch Amelia's eye from across the table, flashing her a mischievous grin that made her blush. She'd look away quickly, fighting the smile threatening to spill across her face, while he, ever the prankster, would find ways to brush past her and lightly trail his fingers against her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.

In those quiet evenings when the others were distracted with their own conversations or immersed in a game of Exploding Snap, Fred and Amelia would exchange secret smiles, slipping outside under the pretense of needing fresh air. They'd walk side by side until they were sure no one could see them, and then Fred would reach for her hand, holding it tight as though he never wanted to let go. He'd pull her into his arms, and they'd share a soft, lingering kiss—one filled with the excitement of something new and the safety of their growing bond. The moonlight would cast a soft glow on their faces, and in those moments, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

But despite the quiet affection they shared, there was always the underlying tension of keeping their blossoming relationship a secret. Fred, being Fred, couldn't resist whispering teasing remarks in her ear, knowing full well it would make her blush at the dinner table or while they sat among friends. "I think we're doing quite well at keeping this under wraps," he'd say with a wink, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Amelia would shake her head with a smile, but even she couldn't deny the thrill of sneaking around, the shared understanding between them growing stronger each day. The stolen kisses, the secret handholding, the quiet moments shared away from prying eyes—it was their own little world, one they weren't ready to share with anyone else just yet.

Every passing day at the Burrow seemed to weave them closer together. They didn't need grand gestures or loud declarations of love. It was in the small things—the way Fred's hand would linger on hers for just a second longer, or how Amelia would brush her fingers through his hair when they kissed. Their relationship was unfolding slowly, in the quiet corners of the Burrow's sprawling grounds, and neither of them was in any rush to change that. For now, it was enough to simply be with each other, enjoying the secret thrill of knowing something no one else did.