Harry Potter Characters X Reader {Completed}

Fred Weasley x Reader: Crying

You were furious. For some reason Fred had resulted to pranking you worse than anyone in the school. You knew it was Fred because when you threatened George this morning to tell you why, he hadn't a clue what you were talking about. You excelled at potions and had whipped up some veritiserum for him. There was none left to use on Fred, unfortunately. But it hurt. Knowing it wasn't even their combined thinking. It was just Fred's hate for you. Ginny was your best friend and  you didn't know why Fred hated you so much. Especially since your own love for him boiled so deep. And now it stung, too hot for you. 

One day, after a particularly bad prank, you were crying in Moaning Myrtles bathroom, where no one would hear your sobs over hers. Myrtle and you had become good friends recently, which was honestly, kinda sad. Then you heard their voices. Fred and George's. You tried to stay quiet but your throat burned, not letting you trap your cries. You opened the stall a crack to peek at them. Fred was looking at George curiously, wondering why there were two pairs of sobs no doubt. George shrugged then he glanced at you, said something, patted Fred on the shoulder, and left. Fred headed towards you and you closed the stall door and tried to lock it but the lock was broken and rusted. Fred opened it, you turned your back to him, not wanting him to see your face. You crossed your arms. Moaning Myrtle had suddenly gone quiet, as if watching the show. Fred's hand shook as he touched you on the shoulder very lightly. 

"Y/n?" He questioned, almost crying himself. You turned around and saw that he looked like he had been crying. 

It pained you to see him like that, but he probably didn't care about seeing you like this. "Why are you crying?" He had you cornered, but you shoved past him sniffling, but he caught your arm as you were leaving, tears flowing down both your cheeks, and Fred's. You shook your head and pursed your lips, trying to keep them from quivering. You avoided his eyes. 

"Please, y/n." You were more sad than angry but you acted differently. You slapped the idiot across the face. "You, idiot! You. You are the reason I'm crying." He looked at you through big brown eyes. You sniffed loudly. Fred looked surprised at first, then devastated. 

"Yeah, I'm the reason I'm crying to." He muttered. Finally you pulled your vision up to his and at the exact same moment you both slowly pulled close to each other and kissed gently and tenderly. Fred was about to pull away but you pushed your mouth up against his again and he kissed you back. You ran your right hand through his soft hair and he mocked your movements. on your hair. When you finally pulled away you lost yourself in his arms, crying into his neck. 

"Why?" You asked into his shoulder. 

"Because I like you. You drive me crazy, and I thought the best way to get over you was to hurt you. But hurting you, hurt me." He said. You breathed him in. He smelled like fresh laundry soap and fire, probably from messing with explosives earlier. And you held each other, crying. With joy. With love. With sadness. With anger. With everything. You gave him everything. Until Percy came and interrupted your moment by taking away 15 points from Gryffindor for Fred being in the girls' bathroom.

A/n, sorry I haven't updated in forever, and that this is kinda short. But super fluffy. I love Fred, he's like my Harry Potter crush. :) Hope you enjoyed. ~Stuck In A Book