Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Img: Fred Weasley • With Me Instead

Description: Fred is sick of seeing the reader with her horrible boyfriend and confesses his feelings for her.

(L/N) = Your Last Name
It's a long one, I know, but please read it!

Word Count: 1490

TW: None?

Third Person POV

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Your best friend, Fred, enthused as you entered the library. You unwillingly smiled—Fred just had that effect on you. Ever since you were first years, you and the twins had an unbreakable friendship.

However, you and Fred were just a little closer. It was completely unexplainable, yet also totally undeniable. Luckily, George didn't mind because he could see his brother's real feelings even when Fred himself could not.

"How are you doing, (Y/N)?" George piped up, nudging you with his elbow playfully as you sat down next to him. You breathed out a joyous laugh, setting down your heavy stack of textbooks.

You hadn't seen the twins for at least a week because you were so busy, but it had felt like an eternity to you and Fred. Though, neither of you could ever admit that because of—

"(Y/N)! So sorry I'm late, Lavender and I got caught up talking again. Did you know that she's getting her dress for the Yule Ball this weekend? You should totally go with her. She could help you pick out a really nice dress." Josh, your boyfriend of six months, announced as he took the seat beside you.

You put a smile on your face as he gave you a quick 'hello' kiss on the cheek. Unnoticed by all but George, Fred winced.

"I already decided that I'm wearing my grandmother's dress, remember? The red one I showed you?" You reminded him politely, putting your hand over his.

Fred and George knew the dress well. You bragged about getting to wear it all the time and insisted on talking about it to anyone who would listen. It was practically an heirloom; every (L/N) woman thus far had worn it when they had attended Hogwarts.

"The one with the long sleeves? Oh, I wasn't sure if you were being serious or not when you told me. I mean, it seemed a little... well, prudish. I'm sure it'll look fine, though. Just, get it adjusted a bit, maybe?" He suggested softly, rubbing a hand on your leg underneath the table.

You were crushed a little bit inside, but your smile never wavered. You had been keeping that smile plastered on for six months.

Your mother had been very clear when she'd told you—you could not afford to mess up your relationship with Josh right now. After all, Josh's parents were only employing her after they discovered how great your family was from Josh, and you knew full well how much you and your mother needed that job right now.

"Sure, if you think it will look better." You agreed in defeat, though showed nothing but enthusiasm externally.

Fred knew better than to believe your smile. He knew by his memory of looking in your mother's closet a few summers ago how much you loved that dress. How proud you were to tell him, "One day, I'm going to wear that dress, and when I do, it's going to be magical."

He knew that you were crying on the inside at the idea of chopping up such a beautiful, traditional thing into whatever revealing design Josh had in mind. But he knew that you were still going to do it regardless of how you felt, and frankly, it was confusing the bloody hell out of him.

Why would someone like you ever settle for someone as douch-ey as Josh? He'd had to watch for six months now as Josh treated you like rubbish and you pretended like he was your own personal Prince Charming.