reckless ϟ fred weasley

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STRESSED WAS an understatement. Perrie was cramming so much information into her mind in hopes she'll pass her exams. Everyone noticed how anxious the upcoming exams were making her, which made her even more nervous.

For the past week, the girl put no effort into her appearance. She often walked around the castle in pyjama pants and her friends didn't say anything to her because even they knew how stressed the teenage witch was. Her acquaintances most frequently found her in the library or common room in a pair of Fred's pajama pants and one of Oliver's old Quidditch sweaters.

Perrie was currently sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Her hair was messily thrown up in a bun and her wand seemed to be keeping it in place — her hair seemed to be the latest home to her wand. She was too busy trying to memorise her Transfiguration text book that she had forgotten about going to the Quidditch pitch for Gryffindor practice. Her brother specifically asked her to go so she would stop stressing for a moment, but his plan had failed.

And so a new plan was in motion. Fred was taking her on their date that evening.

"You look like you're gonna have a panic attack." Lee observed from his spot on George's bed. "Like, you're already really pale, but you could pass for one of the ghosts right now."

Fred rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks. It's not like I had any time to plan anything!" Fred coughed, "Oliver."

The Gryffindor Quidditch captain shrugged. "My little sister is driving herself crazy with all this studying. I just need you to get her to relax and take her mimd off of some things. But fair warning, if anything bad happens, specifically to Perrie, I will break all 206 bones in your body with a bludger and a bat. Hands do not go below the waist or above the diaphragm and if I hear you snogged her, I'll end you. If she says no, she means no. If she gets uncomfortable, you back off. If she brings up studying and/or the exams, flick her nose until she stops. Don't let her have more than three butterbeers and refrain from too many sweets, she won't sleep at night and then she'll just study. If she gets hurt, in any way and by anyone, I will make it so you can never sit properly on a broomstick ever again. Got it, Weasley?"

George snickered and Lee stared at Oliver for a moment. "The last part sounds great, Wood. I'm down if you are."

Oliver rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose up. He turned back to Fred and furrowed his eyebrows. "I mean it, Weasley. Take care of my sister."

Fred pursed his lips and nodded before leaving the room. He found Perrie sprawled across the red sofa in front of the fire place with a book in her hands and a bag of liquorice wands on her chest.

"Perrie, get up." He sighed.

The young witch lowered her book and raised an eyebrow at the redhead. "Pardon?"

Fred took a deep breath, making a silent prayer before locking eyes with the girl. "You promised a date if we won against Ravenclaw and we did, so I'm taking you out...like now. So go put a sweater on and let's go."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"That was easier than I expected." Fred mumbled, watching the witch walk up the stairs.

She returned moments later with dark jeans on and a cream blouse that was tucked in. Her hair was still in a messy bun and unsurprisingly, so was her wand.

The two left the castle and Fred's nerves decreased as the two began laughing at nothing and everything. After eating, the two teenagers made their way back to the castle so they could sit against the large tree by the Black Lake.

"Hey, Perrie." Fred mumbled, his eyes fixed on the brunette.

"What?"

"The sunset is almost as pretty as you." He winked.

Perrie busted into laughter, nudging Fred. "Smooth, Weasley. Real smooth. You're quite the charmer you know, Professor Flitwick must be in love with you."

Fred laughed too and rolled his eyes. "No, but I wish. Maybe then he'd lighten up on the homework for me."

Terrible pick up lines and awful puns were made the remainder of the night and Fred honestly couldn't be happier. He realised that Perrie was definitely the girl for him. Whether it was romantically or platonically, she was his soulmate. And he knew he had more than one soulmate, he just couldn't tell if Perrie was his friend-soulmate or his romantic-soulmate. He hoped for the latter because he was so in awe of her.

His heart raced every time she laughed and threw her head back and Fred was glad he was able to get that type of happiness out of Perrie. The noises she made when she was happy filled his ears and he could listen to her voice all day.

The fact that Perrie could laugh so easily about anything was all he could ask for in a girl. He could be goofy with her and not be scared of looking like a total dweeb because her humour matched his.

"Alright," Perrie sighed, falling back into the grass and staring up at the sky. "My stomach hurts from giggling so much."

Fred laid back too, turning his head to look at her. She was so stunning and she wasn't even trying. For Godric's sake, the girl was breathing heavily in order to catch her breath because she just had a laughing fit with the boy she adored. She had no make up on and her hair hasn't been washed in two days as it seemed to permanently stay in a bun. She wasn't paying attention to what she looked like because frankly, she didn't care how she looked to Fred. She was 100% comfortable around him and so she could just relax and be herself and not worry about looking like an idiot. And that's what Fred thought was so beautiful about her; she was staring at the stars but she didn't crave to be as breathtaking as them because she knew that the same dust in those cosmos also flowed through her veins and she was beautiful too, in her own way.

And at this moment, Fred knew he was fucking whipped.