Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Fred Weasley- Forgiveness (c)

Rarely did you ever get annoyed at your husband. You had always known that no relationship with Fred would be easy, it just came with the territory not that any relationship could ever be considered easy. Even from just being friends with him, then dating and now marriage you knew he enjoyed making jokes and it happened too frequently that you were the butt of the joke.

In recent weeks, he and George had been working on some new products and with no one else to test it on that didn't know what the products did, you were generally their guinea pig even though you were completely and utterly unwilling to do so. None of them were pleasant to have used on you especially at the most inconvenient times.

You had asked on numerous occasions to not be involved. You were beyond happy that your husband was doing something he loved, and if he needed your help on the business side of things you'd have happily have done so however being the target of their pranks wasn't something you had signed up for.

Even though you'd made your dissatisfaction very clear he still persisted as he justified the matter by using what he considered nicer pranks on you.

Finally, it had all become too much, and you had shouted furiously at him over a terrible prank. As soon as you had stopped shouted at him, you stomped off with tearful eyes going to curl up in your room to settle your emotions.

When you reached your room, you curled up into your bed with the covers over your head letting angry tears fall to your pillow.

You stayed like that for what felt like a lifetime until the door slowly creaked open. You silenced your sobs so that you could hear the person whom had walked into the room. The bed dipped slightly by a person sitting next to you.

"Y/N," Fred's broken voice called.

"What do you want?" You whispered.

"I want to apologise Love. Will you come out from under the covers? I want to see your beautiful face," he said softly.

Hesitantly you raised your head from under the covers to see the tearstained face of the man you loved.

"Apologise then," you said sternly wanting to see what he would consider and adequate apology for his idiocy.

He handed you a box of what you recognised as your favourite chocolates, but you certainly weren't going to try one not until he had tested them first. But if they were good you would consider that as a decent start to make up for him being a twat.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I am such a prick, I know I am. I don't know what I did to deserve you, because I honestly don't treat you as well as I should. I should've listened to you. And I will do anything to make it up to you. Just please give me a chance for your apology, I mean your forgiveness. I don't really know how to put it but it was stupid, and I want to make it up to you," he said softly not really forming his words into overly coherent sentences.

You couldn't help the fact that your lip twisted up ever so slightly at him.

"You shouldn't try writing poetry to get my forgiveness. You're not great with words are you?" You stated trying to show your amusement.

He grinned at you realising you were going to give him a shot.

"So, will you forgive me?" He smirked. "I won't write you a poem if that reassures you."

You nodded your head softly.

"I'll forgive you for now. But if you even think about using your pranks on me I will get vengeance," you assured him.

"I wouldn't expect any less."

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Written by Charlotte.