Fred Weasley OneShots

The Storm

It felt like the storm was right outside my window, the sudden crashes of thunder and flashes of light sending me under my covers. As another boom rolled overhead, I decided to get out. Gryffindor tower didn't feel like the safest place. Covering my head with a blanket, a lame attempt to block out the haunting drumming of rain, I wobbled my way down the stairs and into the common room. The sounds of the storm were still present, but greatly dimmed. With a sigh, I collapsed onto the scarlet couch, staring into the embers of the dying fireplace.

"Couldn't sleep either?" I jerked up to face the unseen voice, managing to jab myself in the eye in the process.

"Ow," I muttered, cradling my eye. I finally located the speaker, glaring at Fred Weasley with my good eye. He chuckled before standing up from one of the chairs and walking over.

"Let me see," he gently pulled my hand away from my face. He scrunched up his face, thoughtful, before pulling out some type of yellow sponge. "Put this over it, it will help," Fred said, offering the object to me. I stared at his hand as if it had killed my first born child. "It's not a prank," he added, sensing my mistrust. I observed the sponge with suspicion, but gingerly took it from his hand. I placed it over my eye and immediately the pain subsided.

"What is this thing?" I asked as I felt my vision retiring to the blurry eye.

"It's something George and I made after a bad prank, no big deal,"

"And why did you just have it in your pocket?" I wondered, giving him a weird look. Fred shrugged, smiling at me.

"I knew you'd be down soon, with the storm and all," I shuddered as I remembered the summer at the burrow when a storm much less than this was raging. "And you always find a way to hurt yourself, so I thought it would be helpful,"

"Well, thanks then," I offered him a small smile of gratitude. Suddenly, a rumble thunder reminded me of why I was down there. Fred laughed as he guided me to the couch and wrapped me up in my blanket. "Thank you," I muttered again, snuggling into the couch.

A clap of thunder forced me into the air, and I leapt into Fred's arms. After I finally calmed my heart, I looked up and noticed Fred staring down at me with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"Don't worry I'll keep you safe," he promised, holding me tighter in his arms. I smiled at him, the tantrum of the storm fading into the background as his eyes met mine. He began to slowly lean in, our lips coming closer and closer to touching. Finally our lips connected and the only thing I cared about in the whole world was this moment. It was so much better than the storm at the Burrow, where Fred attempted to comfort me awkwardly. Here I was surrounded by nothing but love and Fred.

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I know it's short the next one will be longer, I promise