Fred Weasley OneShots

A Potion Of Love

I wish Fred Weasley was dead. Or I was dead, either one would work. As long as I would never have to see his face again, I'd be fine. Ever since we had learned about Amortentia in potions a week ago... I couldn't even look at him without blushing my face off. For the first time ever, I was glad that I was two years younger, and in a different house than the twins. It was easier to avoid them. I had just cut myself off of all connections from any of the Weasleys, and basically all Gryffindors. I found myself hanging around Draco and other Slytherins a lot more than I normally ever would, but I preferred to just be alone. I was sitting by myself at the lunch table when suddenly, the boy I had worked so hard to never see again, appeared in front of me. Fred slammed his books down on the table, causing me to jump slightly. I pretended to be extremely interested in my charms essay, but couldn't resist a small peek. A light pink tinging my cheeks as my face heated with panic. He had slid into the seat across from where I sat.

"Okay, what's up?" Fred leaned across the table, making it painfully obvious who he was talking to, and cutting off the option of ignoring him. I felt my face burn as people turned and stared at us. Not many Slytherins had fiery red hair.

"You're not allowed to sit over here," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. "You have to go back to your house table."

"I'll sit where ever I bloody want to until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Then why are you ignoring me?" I froze. Nope. Not dealing with this. Not here, not now, not ever. I quickly stood up, grabbed my things and hurried out of the Great Hall, feeling Fred hot on my trail. I rushed to the library, darting between bookshelves, before I ducked behind the last one, and realized that I had turned into a dead end. I whirled around to see Fred blocking the only escape.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He challenged again, stepping closer, causing me to inch away until my back hit the wall.

"I...I...I'm... not." Fred snorted at me, moving forward, trapping me between the wall and his chest. I felt his muscles through his school shirt. My face burned as I somehow blushed more than before.

"Bullshit" Fred whispered into my ear, his face very, very, very close to mine. "So why are you ignoring me?" He asked once more. I couldn't form words.

"I...I...I...just...I...what do you..." I trailed off, biting my lip nervously. I looked around for someone to ask for help, but nobody else appeared to be in the library.

"Eyes up here," he said lowly, his own eyes barring down at me. I glanced up to meet his intense stare, blushing again. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled at me. "You're so adorable when you blush, you know that?" I blushed deeper. I looked into his golden-brown eyes, and took a deep breath, causing me to feel as if I had just stuck my head in a cauldron of Amortentia.

"So, last chance, why are you ignoring me?" I shook my head

"Please don't ask me that," I whispered, pushing against his chest.

"Was it something I did? Did George say something? Come on, tell me!" He looked worried.

"No, it's nothing, I've just been busy..." He raised his eyebrows. I offered a weak attempt at a smile.

"With what?"

"Slytherin stuff."

"What kind of 'Slytherin stuff'?"

"It's... classified."

Fred sighed and pushed away from the wall. "I don't believe you, ya know." I shrugged, and with that, he left me standing there.

*

The next day, I was walking to Charms when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty classroom.