In my dreams//Harry Potter Imagines

Thoughts (Fred Weasley)

She has her nose pressed up against the window pane of the Gryffindor common room. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of frost dancing across the frosty glass.

It's the middle of the night, and the world outside is covered with a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. The world is peaceful and quiet, and yet, she feels lost somehow.

Her mind is completely lost and her thoughts are as scattered as the fluttering snowflakes just outside her window. She shakes her head and pulls her icy fingertips away from the window. She really should have gone to bed by now, but she just can't seem to sleep. Her mind is too scattered and she's too confused to make heads or tails or her thoughts right now. Normally she has her act together. Normally she knows exactly what she should, would and could do.

But not when it comes to Fred Weasley.

He was a wild card, and she never expected herself to become friends with him, let alone fall madly in love with him.

She had always seen her Prince Charming as a tall, rugged, blond-haired, blue-eyed classic beauty. She never in a million years expected him to have red hair, or that playful smattering of freckles on his face, or those beautiful eyes that almost always had a mischievous twinkle in them.

They didn't become friends until her third year, and she was surprised to see how much they actually had in common. They soon began to hand out more and more, and what used to be "Fred and George Weasley" slowly grew into "(Y/n) and Fred and George Weasley".

Their friendship was wild, fun and filled with endless days of laughter. There were countless copies of silly photographs scattered around their dorms of their wild adventures, capturing some of their finest moments. Endless trips to Hogsmeade, days spent lounging out by the lake, days filled with Quidditch and laughs and smiles and all the best things in life.

The day that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball instead of her broke her heart just a little bit. That was the day that she began to suspect that her feelings for Fred were something more than just pure platonic friendship. Those consuming feelings were swallowing her whole and she couldn't get rid of them. So, naturally, she shoved them deep down inside her and forced herself to put on a smile instead. She would be happy, and she would continue acting like everything was perfectly alright in her seemingly picture perfect life.

She wants so desperately to scream out to the world her love for Fred, but she won't let herself do it. He is her friend, and probably thinks of her as nothing more than that.

She shakes her head, jarring herself back to reality. She traces a tiny heart in the corner of the glass with her index finger, smiling at the simplicity of it. She slowly peels herself up and off of the bench, making her way over to the staircase leading up to her dorm. She would just have to deal with all of this in the morning.

The next day dawned as beautiful as ever, and (Y/n) woke up and peeled herself out of bed. She got ready for her day, following the same thoughtless routine. She was making her way into the common room when she was tapped on the shoulder by none other than Fred Weasley himself.
"So. (Y/n). You're still on for Hogsmeade today, right?"
She raised her eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Fred sighed.
"You've just been sort of off lately. You haven't been your normal self."
She let out a single, melodic laugh.
"You have no idea, Fred. No idea."
With that, she bid him farewell and rushed out the door.
Fred turned to George with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. George simply shrugged and shook his head.

She continued to sit at that same window, every night, hoping to reach some sort of conclusion to her problems. It was one fateful night when Fred happened to get up in the middle of the night, for some unknown reason. He didn't notice (Y/n) at first, but when he did, he noticed the utterly confused look on her face. He paused for a moment, sighing.

"(Y/n), what are you doing up this late? You should be sleeping!"

She jumped, only registering Fred's presence when he spoke. She looked up at him, blinked slowly and threw her hands into her face. Fred rushed over to her. He sat down on the bench next to her and gently asked what was wrong. She mumble that absolutely nothing was wrong into her hands.
"Now, we both now that isn't true. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try and help you."

It was at that moment in time when she reached a conclusion and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She said, all in a big rush "You're not supposed to fall in love with your best friend!"
Fred's face was unreadable. (Y/n) couldn't tell what he was thinking. He turned his face to the window. She gently nudged him.
"Fred, what is it?"
"It's George, isn't it? You fell in love with George."
She shook her head slowly, beginning to understand. Fred thought she was in love with his brother this entire time.
"Fred" she shook her head. "It's always been you."
He turned to look at her, doubt clouding his eyes.
"You're not in love with George?"
She smiled.
"No. If anything, I love him as a brother."
She smiled awkwardly.
"I understand if you don't feel the same way... it's just I've been thinking about it for so long, and I didn't know what to do and I'm just honestly a mess right now so I really hope you'll forgive me."

Fred smiled and laughed a bit.
"You're adorable when you ramble, you know that, right?"

"Are you sure? Because sometimes I just ramble when I'm nervous to fill up space and..."
He cut her off with a simple kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.

They break apart, hundreds of unspoken promises filling the air around them in that moment. He holds his arms out and pulls her into them. He waves his wand and summons a blanket over to the two of them, wrapping it around them. She leans her head on his shoulder, and everything is right in her perfect little world again.