Weasley twins X reader- Smut, Fluff and all other good stuff (Requests open)

Fred X Potter Reader (female reader) (small smut)

(B/T means body type)

      It wasn't easy being Harry Potter's younger sister. Being the sister of 'The Boy Who Lived' wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. There was so much expectation and pressure to live up to Harry's name. There was so much taunting and bullying from others just because I wasn't like Harry. Then there is the whole Voldemort thing where he is trying to kill us...So yeah, it's not as fun as you expect.

       "Hey, Y/N. What's up?" Fred whispered, sitting down next to me at the breakfast table. He went to hug me but Harry came in. I sighed, knowing that me and Fred would never be more than friends, because I was nobody and he could do so much better.
    "Hey, Freddie." I whispered his little nickname and he chuckled, lightly. As The Golden Trio arrived, along with Ginny, Neville and George, they plonked themselves down on the table.
    "Hello, my sister. How are you?" Harry's cheerful voice made me feel sick. I couldn't cope with being his sister.
    "Fine." I muttered, looking down at my shoes. He just shrugged, engaging in conversation with everyone but me. I just sat there in silence, watching on as everyone talked with Harry while I was forgotten.
    Fred's big palm rested on my back, grabbing my attention as I tried not to look up as it would show I was on the verge of tears.
    "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice quiet and calm. I just nodded, my Y/H/C hair flying back. Harry looked over to me for a second and then at Fred.
    "Leave her, mate. She's just in a mood about something." Harry's patronising tone made a single tear drop drip down my cheek. "Stop winging, Y/N, jeez." He rolled his green eyes, taking a bite of bread and continuing his conversation with Hermione.
      I stayed silent as Fred stayed concerned. I just heard Harry and his friends laughing and it made my head hurt.
    Swinging m legs over the bench, I tugged at my skirt to pull it back up, as it had fallen to my hips when I sat.
    "Where are you going?" Harry half-asked as I took off. Salty tears filled my eyes as I ran from the hall as fast as my legs could carry me.

Fred's POV:
      "Where are you going?" Harry asked Y/N in a half soaked way. He didn't even look at her. She didn't reply and ran off, right out of the hall. However, Harry continued talking to Ron.
    "Aren't you going to go and see what's wrong with you sister, Harry?" I asked, being very direct. He just shrugged and continued eating.
    "She is just in a mood, I am sure she's fine." He took an audible sip of Pumpkin Juice.
    I angrily got up and began to walk off, just as Harry called to me.
    "Mate, where are you going?" I turned around and shouted back at him:
   "To do your job and see if you little sister is okay." And with that, I left, looking for the little Potter. She was in fourth year, with Ginny, and I had a very good ideas where she was.
    I reached the form she shared with Ginny and knocked. She didn't answer. I pressed my ear against the door and heard her muffled sobs. The door was cracked open and I went in. Y/N was laying on her unmade bed with her head buried in the duvet.
    "Oh, love." I ran over to her, picking her B/T figure up and into my arms. She buried her head the crook of my neck and sobbed into my skin. I rubbed her back, drawing soothing circles with my palm. "Oh, love. I'm sorry Harry treats you so badly. I can see you're hurt." I calmly whispered, making her look up. She was sat directly over my thighs in a straddling position. She looked so vulnerable.
     "Thanks Freddie. It just feels like he doesn't even care." She whispered, tears rolling down her flustered cheeks.
    "I will always care. I promise."
     "Don't day that, please." She said as more tears fell. I knitted my brows in confusion.
   "Why not?" I asked, not understanding why she didn't want me to say that.
   "Because I know what will happen when you leave school. You will find a girlfriend who is so much better than me and you will forget about me." She buried her head in my neck and cried again, he back shaking from her uneven breaths.
     "That's not true. Y/N Potter, I could never replace you. You are the only girl I could ever ask for. I've been too scared to say this but since the moment I met you, I have been in love with you." Without thinking, I pressed my lips to hers. She kissed back almost instantly. Her arms wound around my neck and her fingers tangled in my hair. My grip on her waist tightened and I began to lean her back so I was laying between her legs.
     "I love you too, Fred." She whispered as we separated fro air. I smiled into another intense kiss. Our lips moved in sync and I slowly slid my hands down her body. My hands trailed up her thighs and over her hips. She gasped at my touch, allowing me to slip my tongue into her mouth.
     She immediately let me take dominance. My tongue explored her mouth as she helplessly kissed me back. I pulled away to get air and removed my shirt. As I went back in for another kiss.
       I sighed as I saw a sweaty Y/N laying soundly in my arm. She smiled up and me and kissed my cheek.
    "I love you, Fred. I really do." She whispered, pulling the duvet over her more to cover her naked body.
    "Be my girlfriend." I begged. She nodded her head and kissed, lovingly.
     "Yes!" She exclaimed.