In Every Moment | fred weasley x reader

Letters

Dad,
I miss you. Lots. Ginny and George are great, thanks for asking. George says Hi, Ginny sends her love and says that she wants to show you her and Ron's chocolate frog collection at some point during the summer. Fred is good too...I think. To be honest, Dad, I haven't really talked to him much. I miss him though.
I saw him on a date with a girl the other day and, I don't know, I don't want to intervene, you know? I guess I just missed my chance.
I've been super busy with studies, lots of homework to get ready for my exams in June. I bet that'll come round quicker than I want. Oh, and lots of Quidditch practice. I have my first match of the season tomorrow, against Hufflepuff (the yellow house you like most.)

Hope work's been okay. Don't forget you have the dentists on Tuesday, next week. You asked me to remind you in your last letter. Give Pebbles a hug for me.

Love, N/N

You sighed as you folded up your letter, sticking a quick kiss on the seal as you always did. You gently placed the parchment in Errol's beak and gave him a quick stroke before he flew through the wide, open window and disappeared into the grey sky. You watched him for a moment before turning and heading down the huge stone steps of the Owlery.

A sharp gust of wind blew through the air and you pulled your coat tighter, shivering slightly. Strands of your hair danced in the breeze and you shoved them behind your ear. You missed the way Fred used to do that.

A sharp pang tugged at your heart as you crossed the frost-dusted grounds and heat flashed up your neck, the last image of Fred you had streaking through your sight. You huffed and shoved it away, squeezing your eyes shut.

You spent the afternoon studying quietly with Hermione in the library, her nose buried in her Ancient Runes homework as you re-read Quidditch Through The Ages for the twentieth time, hoping to pick up some last minute tips before the match tomorrow like you always did. You sat with your legs pulled into your chest on one of the old, cushiony library chairs, the thick book balanced on your knees and a cup of steaming hot tea in your hands. The room was very quiet, as it usually was, with the only sounds being the occasional turn of your page and the scribbling of Hermione's quill. After a little while, she huffed loudly and shoved her homework to the side. She shook the frizzy curls of her hair and leaned back in the chair, her eyes scanning the teetering pile of books in front of her.

You met her eyes with a grin and nodded to a heavy green book nearest to you. "Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage is a good read," you said. She smiled and grabbed it, flipping it open to a marked page. The two of you settled back into comfortable silence, content with your reading and your own thoughts. A few moments passed and Hermione turned to you.

"Hey, N/N?" She called quietly, her eyes glued to the page in front of you. You looked up expectantly. "Have you studied Amortentia yet?" She asked curiously, her eyes darting up to meet yours. You shifted in your seat to face her properly, closing your book against your fingers.

"Typically that's not something we study before sixth year if we choose Potions as a NEWT, but a couple months ago Snape did demonstrations of Felix Felicis, Veritaserum and Amortentia," you replied, smiling at her. She nodded thoughtfully, her eyes darting back down to the page. You cocked your head slightly. "How comes 'Mione?"

She smiled slightly, her hands tracing the image in the book. "Oh, well I was just reading about it, and it honestly seemed rather...easy. I was just curious if it actually was or not. I'm figuring out what I might want to take for my N.E.W.Ts."

You laughed loudly, earning a shush from Madam Pince. You snickered quieter. "Blimey, you've still got two years yet. But yeah, it's pretty simple. Or at least it seemed that way when Snape did it."