harry potter imagines

018.|| surprise [f.w.]

Summary: Where you wondered why he never spent money on you and you find out why.

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[Girlfriend!Reader]

[When they left Hogwarts without being an alumni, you were left to continue your school years and become an alumni. You two are now together for six years.]

[Aand, also, I need to cut the Battle of Hogwarts so I can write this one with ease. Sorry for breaking the canon.]

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Today is you and Fred's sixth anniversary. You gave him a present, but he didn't gave one to you.

Not even a single flower.

Wondering if he still loves you, though he's already like this the first time you two got together.

If he doesn't love me, why did our relationship lasted for six years?

I know he loves me.

You declared, sighing softly.

As you walked out of the room, something made you stop and look by.

It is a piece of parchment, with a sketch of a house. Your dream house.

It was a really hard task to do. With only a quill and imagination, yet you managed to accomplish it.

It is only a small drawing of a small house, with a small balcony that only a pair of small chairs can fit right into it. Its windows are simple, with some blinds and a frame. The list goes on and on.

Oh, how you wish you can live in that kind of house. Peaceful and quiet.

You sighed and put the parchment down, but you saw a scribble of words on it. You read it and it said,

"[Name], please go to the Burrow. Love, Fred."

You never went to the Burrow for a while. You only go to there when Fred invites you over. But he didn't invite you over for almost two years.

Merlin, you already missed Mrs. Weasley, and everyone. You wondered what their house looks like now. Is it still the same? Or something new?

You realized you need to go there, and went to the Burrow via apparation.

Once your feet touched the ground, you let out a soft gasp.

There stood Fred, with a bouquet of roses, and behind him, is the real house (The Burrow is next to the house) that looks a lot like your sketched dream house. Identical balcony, identical chairs, the whole house is identical to your sketch.

Shock and happiness filled your body. With tears of joy in your eyes, you watched Fred walk over to you.

Fred grinned, while looking down at you as he said the words,

"I know I never bought you anything for six years, it's because I saved every Galleon, every Sickle, and every Knut to give you this. Your dream house. I saved the money that I should be buying flowers or gifts with. Here, in your dream house, we can live in it for the rest of our lives. But we can only live together if we got married. So please, have the honor of being my wife?"

You watched him get on one knee and reach on his pockets. He held out a small box, and opened it. The box revealed an engagement ring and Fred looked up at you.

"Yes, Fred! I'll marry you!"

You exclaimed, and hugged him tight. Fred smiled widely, and hugged you back with equal tightness you gave him.

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Your wrinkled eyes glinted with elation as you watched your grandchildren listen to you. Your story is the one they always ask you to tell them. As you continued to tell the story, your beloved redhead entered the room.

"Love, the children needs to go home."

You nodded as the children walked out the room with him.

It's true, you thought.

You did grow old with Fred.