Fred X Reader (teacher X student) (female reader)

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"And so it's basically as it seems...you flick your wand and say a spell and it works." Fred laughed as I lowered my head to the table as another teacher walked past.
"We have to be more carful, Freddie. You can get fired for being with me." I whispered, looking back into his eyes. He rolled them.
"Yeah, well. It is legal and there isn't actually a rule about it so..." he trailed off as the same teacher walked past again.
"But I still don't get it sir. How come only some people are born with magic? Like where does it come from? And why are our wands magical?"
"Come with me...I have a book about it I can lend you." He took my hand to help me up and took me down the corridor. We began to run when we got far enough away from where we were. He pulled me into a broom cupboard and pushed me against the wall.
"So, sir, where is this book you wanted to show me?" I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. He bend forward and kissed me, backing me against the wall. Our lips moved in a sweet and passionate manner, our hands touched delicately and our eyes fluttered to stay closed.
"How was I lucky enough to end up with you, huh? God, going into teaching is the best bloody decision I ever made." We both laughed as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, when suddenly the door swung open.
"W-Weasley? Miss Y/L/N? Have fun explaining this to the headmistress." A sixth form Slytherin perfect snarled as he dragged us both behind him, using magic.
When she was told what had gone on, she didn't not look please. She exhaled deeply.
"Mr.Weasley, you and your brother were troublesome enough as student here, but this, this just takes the cake!" McGonagall exclaimed loudly, standing so she was above us. "And you, Miss Y/L/N, I would have though you would have had more sense. I'm incredibly disappointed in you both."
I broke down into tears, Fred immediately wrapping his arms around me, cradling me in his chest as he whispered that everything would be okay. I nodded my head in agreement and he kissed my temple lightly.
"I-I...god you two really are in love, aren't you?" The headmistress breathed, taking a moment to see the scene in front of her. She looked down, almost as if she was reflecting in her won life. "You two are free to go. I'm not going to try to stop you if you're really in love. I wish you the best but please-" she she stressed, lowering us to our seat as we had begun to leave, "Please be carful and don't let anybody else see. I will grant you this and take any bad words from against your name, okay. Go and do what couples do, I don't know."

1 year later...

"Mum, this is Y/N." Fred introduced me to his mother for the first time. She smiled brightly before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, Y/N, it's so good to finally met you! We have all been so excited to have you over for Christmas! Freddie has told me so much about you!" She cheerily bubbles as she hugged me. I looked at Freddie and he nodded to me.
"Oh mum, we brought somebody else for you to meet." He motioned towards me and I carried the sleeping baby in my arms. "This is our Son/Daughter, Y/B/N. Say hello to your first grandchild, mum." Mrs.Weasley's eyes lit up.
"Can I hold him/her?" She asked, smiling. I nodded, placing Y/B/N into my (almost) mother-in-law's arms. "Arthur come and meet our new grandchild! Bill, Percy, George, Charlie, Ginny Ron, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville come and meet your new Niece/Nephew!" She yelled so loudly, they could have heard it in the muggle world. They, obviously, came rushing in, making so much noise that it woke Y/B/N.
     "Oh my god, he/she is so beautiful." Bill cooed, stroking his/her cheek as I took the baby from Mrs.Weasley.
    "This is your uncle Bill and Aunty Fleur. Uncle Charlie. Uncle Percy and Aunty Audrey...Uncle George, Uncle Ron and Aunty Hermione buy everyone calls her Mione. This is uncle Harry and Aunty Ginny and Uncle Neville and Aunty Luna."

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