Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

43 - Pigtails. Adorable.

A/N - y/e/c - your eye colour! Lesgo!

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●Fred's POV●

"The patronus is a powerful spell, I suppose. Make it a powerful memory. The happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up." Harry walked between all of us, complimenting or correcting us. 

"A happy memory, eh?" George smirked down at Harry as he passed.

"Yes. George, your turn now." 

I stood behind my twin, watching him shut his eyes for a moment and flick his wrist. "Expecto Patronum!" Blue magic bordering on white poured from his wand, taking the form of an animal, a magpie. 

"A bird. Way to go, Gred. What did you think of?" I gave him a hard pat on the back, making him stop slouching.

He stuck his tongue out at me. "I'm not telling you." 

I rolled my eyes, turning away from him while Harry and some of the others looked at me expectantly, waiting to see that the older twin could come up with for a patronus. Time to put on a show- 

My gaze was thrown toward the wall when a blinding white came from another wand. y/n. 

My girlfriend.

The thought brought me so much joy. She was mine. I could call her mine. 

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A/N - I made reader's partronus my patronus. A doe. Yes, I share a patronus with Snape. Be quiet. For the sake of this Snape...thing, I made it a Bambi. Deal with it. <3

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From her wand sprouted a puff that turned into an animal. A deer. Not just a deer, a Bambi. It wobbled, unsure on its tiny legs, then sprang into a hop all around the room, bouncing from wall to wall like the happiest little animal alive. What did she think of? What did she remember? Was I a part of it? 

I hope so.

"Distracted there, brother?" George nudged me, to which my only response was to elbow him in the stomach. He grunted in pain, then backed off.

Happiest memory... 

Why, there were too many to sort through... I'll start from the beginning.

First Year: I was pumped to go to the school that Bill, Charlie, and Percy ranted about for hours on end. The food, the sports, the teachers. I was excited, practically vibrating in my shoes. And stepping  into that one compartment after George said he found a place to sit only solidified it. I walked in, immediately drawn to the small girl not much younger than I, sitting impatiently, running her sweat-covered hands on her jeans. Pigtails. Pigtails that I instantly wondered if they were soft or not. Were they? Then she looked at me, bright y/e/c eyes locking on mine and all but begging for my heart to stop. 

Second Year: Mine and George's first truly successful prank on McGonagall who was helping a student with a spell. We had somehow rigged a spare piece of parchment on her desk to fly up, then combust and turn into a cloud of glitter. Success. I still remembered her exasperated sigh, mumbling something about a boy named James. I hadn't been paying any attention to it because a giggle from behind had caught my attention. y/n was standing in the doorway, undoubtedly with a question for the teacher. I tried to glare to maintain my facade, but I had to look away fast because I couldn't keep myself from smiling. 

Third Year: I was accepted onto the quidditch team. Beaters were what Oliver said George and I were going to be. First game, and I was knocked from my broom. How fun. When Pomfrey said I should heal as long as I tended to the bruises, me being me, I ignored her just so I could get pity looks from everyone around me. Yet they refused to help. The one who did help hated doing it, grumbling the whole time while her hands fumbled over the purple splotches coating almost my entire right side. How could I not smile when the girl who I had a hopeless crush on was helping me get better?

Fourth Year: George dared me to prank y/n. Initially, I declined, not wanting her to have a bad day. Or a worse day, seeing as I overheard her talking - almost crying - to Alicia about a bad mark on an essay even though she got an E when I barely manage to scrape by with an A. Turns out, a little prank was all she needed because I have never seen her smile wider. Seeing her doused in water, grinning ear to ear... It made me feel like I was downing. 

Fifth Year: She had started coming out of her shell of summer. Back then, I didn't understand why she always seemed so down before summer holidays, so I never questioned it. Until on the first day of year five when she came into school with a bruise of my arm. Deep purples and greens, the blood had pooled under her skin, leaving little veiny marks. She was so mad when I insisted on bringing her to Pomfrey, but I eventually coaxed her into it with something called Jell-O. It worked. She slurped the stuff up like she needed it to live, then offered me what I could have sworn was the first true genuine smile she had ever given me. 

Sixth Year: Where do I begin with sixth year? Her maniacal laughter as she chased Ginny around the house with a rubber snake in hand. Or when she noticed how unfazed I was by the Veela at the match, how happy I was to see her okay, the gift I got her on Christmas that she still has yet to take off, the gift she got me that I, too, refuse to take off. Last year was tough, but worth it.

Seventh Year: This year. The one year where I can't imagine anything happier. New Year's Eve. The countdown, the sheer amount of banter and tension I could grab like a rope right before I did what first year me would have thought unthinkable. I kissed her. And it wasn't fast, or slow. It was... more than that. I think it slipped through the wall that constructs time........Maybe that's a bit far-fetched, but it was how I felt in the moment. 

With her.

y/n.

I love her.

Out of my wand came a magpie identical to George's save for the fact that George's had a tiny speckle on its neck and mine didn't. Immediately, it flew after y/n's Bambi, the two of them playing with each other before eventually fading out until there was nothing left. 

I casted my Patronus.

Because all I had to do was think of her.

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A/N - Was this too cheesy? Cause I think this chapter was freaking adorable! I love it! I'm so proud of myself! I legit wrote all of this while standing up. Does my neck hurt? Eh...a bit. But it was so worth it!

Until next time, Darlings! Xxx