The Wizard and the No-Maj (Fred Weasley x American!Muggle!Reader)post war)

The Wizard and the No-Maj (Part 1)

(Y/N) was walking through London, looking a little lost. Scratch that - she was lost. She had only been in England for a day and decided to go exploring (what a great idea that was), only she didn't have a map and she had no internet or data on her phone to find out where she was, which resulted in having to ask for directions. However, it would be more helpful if she knew where exactly she wanted to go. She rounded the corner of a building and found herself colliding with a slim get surprisingly muscular body.

"Oh-crap-Im-so-sorry-I-wasnt-looking-where-I-was-going–" Said the person, holding her shoulders to steady her.

"–No no, it's fine, I really should've been paying attention." She replied, looking up to the stranger. He had a head of messy ginger hair sticking out in every direction, freckles dotted over his nose and cheeks and decorated his face, but his best feature was by far his honey-brown eyes. (Y/N) just couldn't help but stare at the intricate patterns around his pupils that looked so bright up close.

Up close?!

Only now did she realise the very little distance between them. Taking a step back to compose herself, (Y/N) straightened herself out and cleared her throat. She looked back up to him to see he was already staring at her – with wide, unblinking eyes, and shallow, barely noticeable breaths.

Oh god – she broke him.

"Um... are you okay?" She asked warily; she didn't know what to do in this sort of situation (it's not like she had a British hand-book of awkward moments).

He seemed to snap out of whatever kind of trance he was in. "O-oh! Yeah yeah I'm fine. I'm okay – I'm fine er... ar-are you uh... are you okay?"

She smiled at his stuttering; it was actually quite cute. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little lost."

There was a silence between them, as if neither one really wanted to leave but didn't know what to say, people who passed by them gave rude or enstranged looks – but they simply ignored it.

The man fixed his posture and carefully put out his hand. "I'm – er – Fred Weasley, by the way." He introduced with a shy smile.

'What a strange name,' she thought. She took his hand in hers and returned the action, "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he repeated, trying out how her name felt on his lips, "well, (Y/N), since you're lost and all, do you – er – would you want me to help you with getting um... un-lost?"

"Well," she laughed, "I'm not really sure where I wanna go."

"Perfect! Does that mean I get to show you around? Im a great tour guide, yknow?" Fred beamed at her answer, clearly seeing his opportunity.

"Really? Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna bother you."

"It's no bother," Fred insisted politely, "really, it'd be my pleasure."

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Fred showed her around London a bit, obviously he didn't show her everywhere – London is a pretty big city after all.

He took her to a nearby park after a couple of hours of touring around. It was a surprisingly nice day out – when (Y/N) was back home, she'd heard that England was always cold and rainy (which, according to Fred, wasn't too far from the truth) – so they strolled around and got to know each other a little.

"So, where exactly are you from?" Fred questioned; it was pretty obvious from her accent that she wasnt British.

"(Y/S) [Your State], America."