Being deleted soon (Fred Weasley x reader)

Chapter 11

YN looked at Fred, her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. 

"Thanks for showing me that photo album earlier," Fred said, patting the grass next to him, YN moved closer to him,

"I wanted to, Fred. You deserve to know everything about me," YN said, "But, just so you know, I have a lot of scars which tell horrifying stories, and a lot of demons, I just want to know that you are ready to help me through some shit,"

"I am," Fred took her arm and rolled up her sleeve, seeing scars, he looked down at YN,

"Ron," she muttered. Fred touched them, YN flinched,

"Sorry, does that hurt?" he said,

"No, it doesn't hurt, it's just- I'm fine," YN said. Fred traced her scars with his finger gently, YN smiled. Fred was always kind to her. YN's scars were fading by the day,

"Please tell me, how do you punch so hard?" Fred asked, getting out his wand,

"Dudley's gang used to come over and enjoy beating the hell out of me and Harry. They hate magic, and when I got back after my first year here, I decided I was done. I thought about cowering behind magic and my wand but ended up facing my problems head-on, with a fist to Dudley's face,"

"Good on you,"

"I didn't get food for a couple of days, but Harry snuck me some. It was so worth it!"

"I bet it was," 

"Ow!" YN exclaimed Fred had cast a spell on her arm,

"Sorry, love, look at your arm," YN looked, there were no scars left,

"Fred! How did you do that?" YN asked, looking over her arm a couple of times,

"I read about it a while back," Fred said,

"You read?" YN faked being shocked, then laughed,

"Hell yeah, I read," Fred said, pulling YN closer to him,

"You're amazing, you know that right?" YN said, looking up at Fred, who kissed her forehead, "You know a spell to cover up hickey's?" YN joked,

"Why cover it up, YN?" Fred asked,

"Harry will make a comment about it," YN said,

"You worry too much, loosen up a bit, have fun," 

"I do have fun,"

"Punching cousins and brothers is not fun," Fred said,

"I do other things," YN said,

"Yes, like extra homework, reading and spending time with me," Fred smirked,

"And quidditch, I am the Gryffindor chaser," YN said,

"I know, damn good at it too," YN blushed at Fred's remark,

"What does the infamous Fred Weasley do for fun?" YN asked,

"Reading, quidditch, pranks," Fred listed each item with his fingers, "You,"

"Me?" YN asked,

"I do you," he winked, "That's what I said, NN," Fred looked over the black lake,

"The sunset is beautiful," YN said,

"Yep," Fred put his arms around YN, "Like you," he traced little circles on her back,

"I'm hungry," YN complained,

"What do you want me to do about it?" Fred asked,

"Let's go to Hogsmeade," YN said, excited,

"What has gotten into you, YN?" Fred laughed, "There are no Hogsmeade visits without permission,"

"Sirius owl-ed Dumbledore and I can ask McGonagall," YN said, hopeful,

"Is YN Lily Potter asking me on a date?" Fred asked, grinning like an idiot,

"Absolutely," YN took out her wand and sent a Patronus to McGonagall, while Fred sat there shocked, "What?" 

"That was a Patronus," Fred was still recovering,

"Yeah, what about it?" YN asked,

"Those are not easy to produce. Even some Aurors can't," 

"Lupin taught me. When I was little he and Sirius used to call me Prongslette,"

"Prongslette?"

"My dad's nickname was Prongs, so Prongslette," YN said,

"You dad is Prongs?" Fred said, "Like from the map,"

"And Sirius is Padfoot, Lupin is Mooney, they were the Mauraders," YN said,

"Wow, that's crazy," Fred said, "George, Lee and I have heard rumours about them, but - wow,"

"Use your words, Freddie," YN said, smiling. McGonagall's Patronus arrived, giving the pair permission, but they had to be back by 8,

"Let's go then," Fred said, picking YN up,

"Love put me down," YN asked, calmly,

"No," Fred had YN bridal-style and carried her all the way to the Three Broomsticks,

"The usual, YN?" Madame Rosmerta asked,

"Sort of, I think we will get a butterbeer to share and a pumpkin pasty each," YN said, holding Fred's hand,

"Anything else?" Madame Rosmerta asked,

"A treacle tart after that, please," YN said. YN walked with Fred to a seat, "It's snowing," she gasped,

"Look at that," Fred kissed the top of her head, "What did she mean, the usual?" 

"My mum loved coming here when she was our age, she had her first date here, with my dad. She would always get butterbeer with treacle tart, the first thing I ordered when I got here was butterbeer with treacle tart. Now I get it most of the time I come here,"

"That's sweet, YN," Fred said. Madame Rosmerta came over with the butterbeer and pumpkin pasty with two forks,

"Here you go,"

"Thank you," She got out a galleon and flicked it up with her thumb, Madame Rosmerta caught in nimbly,

"This is too much, YN, but you know that," 

"Keep the change," YN took a sip of her butterbeer, Fred looked at her and wiped her lip with his thump,

"You had some butterbeer," YN laughed and curled up to Fred. She ate some of the pasty, "Let me have some," Fred laughed,

"You have had many opportunities to take some," The rest of the meal was pleasant,

"Are you going to finish that treacle tart?" Fred asked,

"Hell yeah, I'm gonna finish it," YN said,

"Atta girl," Fred said, as YN ate the treacle tart, "Ready?" he stood up, offering his hand to YN, who took it,

"I don't need your help every time I try to stand, Fred," YN laughed as the pair walked outside into the snow. They sat down on a bench and YN shivered, 

"Are you cold?" 

"Just a little," YN said, Fred took his hoodie off and gave it to YN, "You are too sweet, Fred,"

"All part of my charm," Fred looked at YN and put his arm around her. She turned her head to look at him and pressed her lips to his, he moved his hands down to her hips and YN's hands found her way to his hair. She pulled apart, blushing slightly, "Ready to head back to the castle?" Fred asked YN nodded.

YN collapsed on her bed. She put on some shorts and a shirt and put Fred's hoodie over it, she fell asleep, thinking how crazy the past week had been. In a couple of days, term would be starting up and she wouldn't be able to spend nearly as much time with Fred as she would want to.

AN: 1100+ words. A very short chapter, working on the next. I need something to happen in this story. Any ideas? I love you all so much Potterheads,

Much Love 

Liz