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11. Risks. [Fred Weasley x male! reader]

Title: Risks.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x male! reader.

Word count: 718

Warnings: none.

Request on Tumblr: 8 fluff "I care about you. I've always cared about you." with Fred Weasley please

Prompts: 8. I care about you. I've always cared about you.

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Fred and you had been best friends since you're little. Your parents were good friends with the Weasleys. And whenever they visited the Weasleys, you joined them. You were a year older than Fred and George, so it was a bit obvious that you'd the best connection with the twins. The older you got, the more and more you became closer with Fred. He was your mate and you did everything together.

The first time you got drunk? He was there.

The first time you'd snogged a girl? He was there.

The first time you got into a fight? He was there.

He was your partner in crime. Whenever you're in trouble he would stick by your side and you did the same for him. But.. things changed. And you didn't know if Fred could live with that. Would he stay by your side now?

You needed to tell him about your crush. But maybe not now. Not before a quidditch match. Maybe afterwards. Yeah, that would be a good thing. After the match you would tell him about the feelings you'd grown for him. You'd had the conversation with him a several times in your head. And it always ended with a huge question mark. How would he react? Would he be mad? Would he be embarrassed? You had no idea. And that unknowing feeling made things even worse.

Later that evening you sat together in your room, just hanging around like you did almost every evening. Gryffindor had won earlier the day and Fred was happy as an egg. Something you quiet enjoyed. Fred noticed that you didn't behave 'normal'. So he popped the question.

"Something bothering you mate?"

You hesitated a bit. Would you lie? No you couldn't lie. You couldn't hide your feelings anymore. Fred had the right to know. You took a deep breath and asked.

"Do you remember last summer. Where you and George had organized a sleepover party at the Burrow?"

"Yes",

"And do you remember everything that happened that night?"

"It's not because I was drunk that I can't remember what happened",

"So you remember that Angie dared me to kiss you?"

"Yes and I remember that we kissed", Fred said with a grin. You looked for your words and wanted to talk again, but Fred was quicker. "Do you have a problem with my kiss qualities?" he asked.

"No, definitely not!" you replied immediately which made Fred frown. "I quite enjoyed it.." you mumbled.

"You mean?"

"That I think I'm in love with you.."

Fred blinked a few times. He didn't know what to say. Even though he was flattered by your comment, he didn't know how to react. He never thought about you in that way, at last not 'serious'. Fred excused himself and told you that he wanted some time to think. And so he left.

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Days had passed and Fred didn't really spoke to you. And it wasn't your fault, it was al his. Because he's doubting about himself. Was he in love with you too or not? If he thought about it - long enough - he realized that the kiss you'd shared wasn't that bad at all. And he wouldn't even mind it to do it again.

You felt miserable about all of it. You're pretty sure you'd lost your friend and you didn't know how to handle all of it. On a certain day you walked to your next class and you're in deep thoughts. You were walking down the stairs when you heard Fred call your name. Your turned around, slipped and fell down straight at your bum. That tail bone would hurt for a few days. Luckily now one had seen you fall. Fred ran down quickly and asked with a smirk:

"Everything okay with that fine bum of you?"

"I guess so", you replied and wiped the dirt from your pants.

"Are you hurt somewhere else?"

"Why do you even care now?" you spat.

"You're my friend? I care about you. I've always cared about you.." Fred replied calmly.

"Even now? Now you know I'm in love with you?"

"Especially now", Fred said and you saw some sparkles in his eyes.

"What do you mean: 'Especially now"?

"I mean that we can always try.."