Fred Weasley X Reader (FINISHED)

Ch. 5

Fred's POV

I led (Y/N) outside so we could take a walk. I was really excited for the Yule Ball since I was going with her.

George was going with Angelina. I saw him ask her a day earlier. Oooooh, I was so excited! The Yule Ball was tomorrow!

I wonder what (Y/N) would be wearing. Should I expect her to put on a dress? Probably not.

"Oh, watch out, Fred!" (Y/N) warned. I stopped walking and looked down. I almost stepped into a hole. "Oops."

(Y/N) chuckled. "Watch where you're going, Fred. Or are you daydreaming?" (Y/N) wondered. I nodded. "Sure," I replied, grinning, too.

"Er- What are you gonna wear tomorrow?" I awkwardly asked. (Y/N) looked thoughtful. "Jeans and an old t-shirt!" I stopped smiling. "Oh okay, I was wondering i-if you were going-"

"I was only joking, Freddi!" (Y/N) said, laughing. I smiled, too. "I'm wearing a dress. Hermione made," she added, seeing the surprised look on my face. "I won't tell you what it looks like. And I'm not wearing heels, sandals, flip flops, none of that. I'll simply wear converse."

"Okay. I guess I'll have to wait to see it," I said. (Y/N) glanced at me. "And I won't wear make-up, I don't care what Hermione says."

I laughed. "Make-up only ruins a girl's face," she added. I shrugged. "Yeah."

I woke up early. George and I got dress robes from mum, and no, they aren't as bad as Ron's, luckily.

"George, get up! You have to get up early for the Yule Ball. Don't you want to impress Angelina?" George groaned, but got up.

"George, get a shirt on, you animal!" It was Hermione. She was covering her eyes, when George came out. George covered his chest with his blankets. "Why are you here?"

"Fred, (Y/N) wants to see you before you get dressed," Hermione said quickly. "Naked?" I asked, surprised. I was wearing an old white t-shirt and pajama pants.

"No!" Hermione snapped. "Idiots.." She went out.

George laughed. "Very smooth, ickle Freddikins." "Don't call me that," I said, also grinning.

Ron came out of bed. "Why are you guys up so early?" He asked, yawning. "None of ickle Ronnikins business," George and I said in unison.

I went downstairs to see (Y/N) waiting there. "Oh, Fred, I just wanted to say that I won't be coming out when everyone else is. It'll bring too much attention. Thanks, bye. Good luck!" She added as she dashed back upstairs.

"Okay.." I yawned and went back upstairs. George was fitting into his dress robes. Ron and Harry were still asleep in their beds, though Ron was just lying there watching the ceiling.

(Y/N)'s POV

Hermione was helping me with my tight dress. "Hermione, this dress... Is it good enough?" I asked anxiously. "Oh, yes," Hermione said.

"It's beautiful!" I craned my neck to see Ginny awestruck out of her bed. "Thank you, but really, I don't think I'd look too well with it." "But, it is beautiful," Hermione agreed.

"That's the problem. It's beautiful and I'm not," I said. No, you are beautiful, some voice said in my head. Stop it, you're flattering me! I said back to it.

"Fine, whatever, it's fine, just hurry up, please. Fred's waiting," I said aloud. "You're going with Fred?!" Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati said together.

"Oh, yes," I said, anxiously. "And, Hermione, I'm not putting on make-up." "Okay, that's fine by me," Hermione said, tightening the dress.

Finally, she was doing my hair. She put dressy, blue butterflies in it. No, they weren't real.

She just let me keep my hair down. My (Y/H/C) hair swayed gently when Hermione turned me around. "And your shoes... You're wearing those?" She asked, looking at my converse that I already out on.

"Yup. Good luck, Hermione!" Hermione shrugged and went downstairs.

I waited in the girls' dormitories for 15 minutes, then I went downstairs to see that Fred was the only one there.

He got up instantly when he saw me. "Hi, there," I said, smiling. He held out his arm. "Hello. Shall we?" Fred asked.

"We shall!" I said and grabbed his arm. Fred led me to the Great Hall. Unfortunately, just as Hermione had predicted, when we got in, the whole room silenced and stared at me. The only thing heard was the music.

Why?! It's just a stupid dress! However, I blushed and kept my head down. George was grinning widely.

"Come on," I whispered impatiently to Fred. I looked up to see that even the teachers were staring in surprise. What the hell?!

Fred and I walked to the dance floor. When we passed Pansy Parkinson, who was in Slytherin, she gasped.

Within a couple of seconds, chattering broke out and the people again danced to the music. "Wanna dance?" Freed asked. George came over with Angelina. "All of us?" He asked hopefully.

Angelina eyed my dress with envy. I rolled my eyes. "Sure," I answered to George.

Fred and I danced, with me stepping on his toes a lot of times. But we were staring at each other with... With want? Hopefulness? Happiness? I was really happy to be with Fred...

Was that love? I don't even know what love is! But, nevertheless, I still stared at Fred's beautiful eyes. I decided I was in love with... Fred Weasley.