Harry Potter One shots

Fred Weasley - Deal?

Sitting in the common room, doing homework was not how you pictured your day to go. On a beautiful day, such as this one, there were very few people with you. Most were outside, enjoying their day in the comfort of the warming sun, frolicking and laughing and not sitting in a stuffy room, regretting their life choices. Among those people are your friends because, unlike you, they had not chosen to take N.E.W.T level transfiguration. So there you sat, in the corner of the common room, catching up on A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, attempting to learn all the complications of iguana transfiguration.

"Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes." And your day just got better!

"What do you want, Weasley?" You had said, not bothering to look up, knowing it was him and knowing exactly what he wants.

"You," he said. This time you looked at him, clearly annoyed. He displayed an innocent smile, but you could see the mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Rather than ignoring him, you instead decided you ignore your better judgment and continue speaking to him.

"What do you really want, Weasley?"

"Well, how about you let me copy your transfiguration work and I'll take you out on a date, deal?"

Forcing yourself to not start hysterically laughing, you bit down on your bottom lip. Fred Weasley was never your friend, in fact, you didn't even think he knew you existed until you were put in the same class this year, but ever since he's been constantly irritating you in an attempt for you to do his homework or something along those ridiculous lines. From the beginning, your answer had been the same every time, and yet he never stopped asking.

"No. It has always been no and will always be no. Why don't go find someone else in our class to bother?" You said.

"I don't want to bother anyone else," He whined. You looked at him incredulously, and then looked back down at your work. Why did he have to be so stubborn?

"Why don't you do your own work and not bother anyone. Then everyone wins," You mumbled.

"I don't."

"Well, you'll get over it," you said.

"No, I won't."

"Why are you still here, Weasley?"

"Because I'm madly in love with you," His smirk grew bigger when he took note of my flustered expression, nevertheless I recovered quickly from his senseless remark.

"Seriously, Weasley, if you don't want anything, then go away. Clearly I'm busy." You said, acting calm on the outside, but on the inside it felt as though your heart had stopped beating. You hadn't thought that you had been all that rude, but based on the way that the smirk on his face melted into a frown, you might have been.

"Alright," He mumbled, and for the first time, you felt his eyes look away from you. Looking towards him as he stood up and started to walk away, you felt an emotion you never thought you would feel for Fred Weasley; concern.

"Weasley," You called out. He stopped instantly and turned back to look at you. He had an almost hopeful look in his eyes as he stared down at you, "You ok?"

If there was any hopefulness left on his face, it was gone. Supposedly, you didn't say whatever it was that he wanted you to say.

"Perfect," He gave you a half-hearted wink and walked up the stairs to the boys dorms, leaving you feeling guilty, although you weren't sure why. What had you done wrong? Nothing, obviously. He was the one who was acting all moody and that wasn't your problem. You weren't his friend, but no matter how hard you tried to fight this awful feeling of guilt, you couldn't shake the feeling that it was you that had upset him and it was you that had to fix it.

Over the next couple weeks of school, Fred Weasley didn't approach you, not for homework or just to find moronic ways to annoy you and it drove you insane. All year all that you had wanted was Fred Weasley out of your hair and now that he's no longer there, you thought you were about to go mad. When you decided that the next time Fred would approach you, you would try to amend whatever it was that you had done wrong, you didn't account for the fact that Fred would take it upon himself to avoid you, so you decided that you would have to try to seek him out yourself.

There were rarely any times that you would find Fred Weasley alone. The Gryffindor was always at least with his twin brother, and most of the time with a few of his other friends, but there he sat, Fred Weasley in the middle of the common room, alone. The only reason you could tell it was him and that it wasn't his brother was because he was reading A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, a class he was in and his brother wasn't.

So, you sat down next to him, just staring at him. Fred Weasley willingly reading was a sight behold. He didn't notice your presence and you realized that you've been staring at him way too long without saying anything.

"Wow, never thought I'd see the day you'd be reading, Weasley." At your words, his book stumbled clumsily from his hands and landed on the ground. Swiftly, you moved to retrieve the fallen book and hand it back to its rightful owner. Fred took the book wordlessly from your hands, a bewildered look in his eyes, like a scared animal.

"Okay. Look, I don't know what I said or did to make you avoid me, but I'm sorry for whatever it was," you said. He still didn't say anything after a long pause and you cursed yourself in your mind as you got up to walk away. You knew this was a bad idea-

You stopped in your movement when you felt a hand on your wrist. Turning back, you gave a questioning look to Fred. The mischievous smirk that you knew all too well started to grow on his face.

"(y/l/n), did you miss me?" he inquired.

"What? No. I just felt bad for. . .I don't even know. I didn't even do anything wrong," you said, not believing he would make such accusations, even if it had felt odd to not have him around, you didn't need him to know that. The ego that he was sporting was too ample for his own good.

"Admit it, you've missed me all this time and you couldn't stand not being in my presence a moment longer," he said. Rolling your eyes, you attempted to walk away, but couldn't due to the hand that was still on your wrist. Fred pulled you down onto the couch next to him and wrapped his sturdy arms around you.

"Fred, honestly, let go of me!" You said, trying to pry yourself out of his arms, but to no avail. People in the common stopped and stared, leaving you with crimson creeping your neck and onto your face. How did he not care at all about the looks people were giving you two?

"Sorry, love. I can't, you just might miss me too much," he said, intent on keeping you by his side.

"Fred!"

"(y/n)."

"What do you want from me, Fred?" you asked, giving up fighting your way out of his arms.

"I'll do your transfiguration homework, just please let me go."

"No, I want something else," he smirked, giving you an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

"What do you want?" you asked, preparing for the worst.

"A date." He smiled, that insanely dopey smile that made your heart lurch.

"Uh, a w-what?" you stuttered out, taken aback, but it seemed to make his smile grow bigger.

"Hogsmeade this weekend, deal?" He asked.

"Um, ok," You muttered. His arms reluctantly fell from around you and you took that as your chance to leave. You got up and sprinted up to the girls dorm, but not before looking back and seeing a pair of eyes on you and one, big dopey smile.