Harry Potter One-Shots

Dating Fred Would Include...

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Dating Fred is a dangerous game. You felt like you were constantly looking over your shoulder for a redheaded twin with a Dungbomb or some other surprise prank. You were pretty good-natured and tolerant of the shenanigans, but eventually you laid down the law with Fred and told him no pranks during exam weeks. Of course, to him "no pranks" meant scale it back, so you were still the victim of one or two harmless annoyances, but you were happy to see he respected your wishes.

Studying in the library with Fred (or anywhere else, for that matter) is an absolute nightmare. Madam Pince watches him and George like a hawk the whole time you're in there, which makes you feel equally as paranoid. The twins don't have very long attention spans, and getting them to do their own homework in its entirety is like trying to walk four Blast-Ended Skrewts at once. Instead, while you're reading, Fred likes to write sweet notes on small scraps of parchment, ball them up, and throw them at your face to try and bounce them off your forehead and onto the pages of your book so you have to read them. They always make you smile, no matter how distracting you find them.

Fred comes alive at the holidays. Something about bringing you home to his family, showing off how smart and beautiful and funny and kind you are while also being surrounded by the rest of the people he loves the most, brings out an even more vibrant side of your already energetic boyfriend. Molly and Arthur love you, of course, seeing it as almost a bit of a relief that Fred is someone else's responsibility now.

During Quidditch matches, you're always in the front row of the stands, wearing head to toe Gryffindor maroon (sometimes bundling up with a Weasley sweater emblazoned with a giant F to keep yourself warm during the winter months). When he gets in a particularly good whack on the Bludger or his team scores a point, he'll fly up to you and kiss you passionately to celebrate, much to the chagrin of the rest of his team, and the professors... and most everyone else in attendance. You don't care. You feel like the only girl in the world when he does that, and you love to support him every chance you get.

Fred is surprisingly cuddly. He's not afraid of a good bit of PDA, and he always has his arms around your waist, a hand on your knee, or his fingers intertwined with yours. Sometimes, when you're walking to class together on a warm spring afternoon, he'll "drop his quill" so he can fall behind the others and give you a quick but passionate kiss. Something about you is irresistible to him. His friends tease him about it, but he doesn't care. You're equally as touchy, and you love nothing more than to drape your legs across his lap on one of the plush couches in the Gryffindor common room while you sit next to the fire with your boyfriend and all your closest friends, chatting and laughing until the wee hours of the next morning.

Watching Fred set his mind to something and accomplish it was like a dream come true for you. When he and George opened their joke shop, you swelled with pride and excitement for the man you loved, accomplishing his passion and finally doing what he was meant to do in the world. It would be quite a few more years before you would have children of your own, but watching Fred help the young ones in the shop, and then having his turn to watch George's young ones, made your maternal instinct flare up fiercely.