𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

a well-known bet┃fred weasley✓ [slight smut]

R E Q U E S T E D

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before you continue reading, this is just a mild smut warning. also, be warned because my skills haven't been used in a while.

also for requested purposes, the main character will be taken on as a female character.

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You glance up quickly as the door to the common room opens, and in come Fred and George: humming.

You feel your cheeks grow hot, but bury yourself further into the textbook Harry is holding.

"How's the trio tonight?" Both of the twins stride across the room, George breaking for Ron, while Fred swings around the back of the couch.

"Swamped with homework." Harry gives a groan as Fred brings his hands around Harry's and your shoulders.

He glances eagerly over your shoulder, "muggle studies, huh?"

He angles his head briefly so his breath hits your skin hot.

You turn to meet his gaze, his lips almost grazing your cheek. "Ron is the only one struggling."

If you allowed yourself to inhale, you would make out the smell of Butterbeer and and his frequent smell of cinnamon.

An odd choice of fragrance, but it is initially what drove you to him.

You bit your lip quickly, while he met Ron's eyes- both brothers sharing a teasing smile.

"Y/n, why did you have to say anything?" Ron groans, shaking his head.

"Blimey,"

"She's truthful Ron, that's what we adore." Hermione pipes up from the other side of the room, barely even stopping to catch his gaze.

"Of course," Fred plays on his words, heading for his younger brother and slowly you allow yourself to settle.

Harry shoots you a quizzing look but you simply shrug, pointing your quill back at the textbook. "Let's continue while they harass him."

"Good idea, y/n," he nods his head, chuckling as Fred and George begin to tease Ron.

As you watch the scene for another moment, you find yourself remembering the first time you fell for Fred Weasley.

He helped you with your luggage on the train in your first year, and ever since then you couldn't shake his presence.

The second time he caught your attention was in your second year: Malfoy and his followers had been teasing you.

All it look was one glaring look from Fred, and a handful of puking pasties to make the situation better.

He assured you that Malfoy was nothing more than a cowardless git, and that one day you would have the upper hand over him.

You leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek before bolting down the corridor, beaming.