the boys of harry potter imagines.

fred weasley.

"we're late,"
y/n giggled against fred's lips,
the boys hands wrapped around her waist.
"so what?"
"so,"
she spoke as she peeled his hands off of her,
"you and i can't afford anymore detentions!"
fred rolled his eyes playfully and began to make way with y/n to their defense against the dark arts class.
before they reached the door,
fred pulled on her hand and disappeared around the corner with her.
"fred!"
she giggled as he leaned her up against the wall,
his hands intertwining with hers at their side.
"i'm sorry i can't help it,"
he grinned and placed his lips on hers longingly.
"let's get going,"
fred smiled,
feeling his insides burn as her eyelashes batted up at him.
she nodded and walked into class,
setting eyes on their new teacher.
"and you must be miss l/n and mr weasley, yes?"
y/n stood up straight and nodded her head,
"yes ma'am."
"and where have you two been?"
"bathroom,"
fred quickly answered with the shrug of his shoulder.
"right. and miss l/n, where is your robe and tie?"
y/n looked down at her body,
her cheeks going numb.
"oh! i-uh-must've left them."
"yeah they're on the floor of the bathroom we were just previously in,"
fred jumped in with a smug smile plastered on his face.
the teachers face went pink,
her mouth slightly open as the rest of the class began to giggle quietly.
"quiet, everyone! detention for both of you! miss l/n, you'll join me tonight. mr weasley, tomorrow night. now take your seats!"
y/n and fred took their seat together,
his laugh still ringing throughout the classroom.
"did you really have to tell everyone?"
she asked,
a bit upset.
he grabbed her hand and kissed it slowly,
looking into her eyes,
"it's nothing they don't already know, love. not to be rude but you're not very quiet when it comes down to..you know,"
y/n snickered at his comment and smacked his shoulder,
pulling her hand away.
"oh whatever! let's not act like you-"
"alright that's enough!"
fred quickly cut y/n off,
making them giggle.
"no talking!"
the teacher yelled.
y/n pulled out her textbook slowly and began to read the chapter umbridge assigned,
fred passing her a note.
"you look cute when you're reading."
she smiled and shook her head,
writing back,
"i would say the same but you don't even have your book out."
"i'm reading off of yours."
"cheat."
"whats yours is mine and what's mine is yours."
she rolled her eyes playfully and folded the note up,
placing it in her bag.
fred leaned over stealthily and kissed her cheek,
then reading from her textbook.
***
y/n trailed into umbridge's office,
where the plates of cats on her wall meowed synchronically.
"take a seat miss l/n. today you'll be doing some lines for me with a special quill of my own."
y/n sat down and picked the quill up,
twirling it in her fingers.
"you must right 'i will not skip class'"
"how many times?"
"until it sinks in."
y/n began to write,
an odd stinging feeling prickling at the back of her free hand.
she looked at it,
and watched the words she was writing appear.
"what the hell..."
she mumbled beneath her breath,
umbridge smiling at her.
"yes?"
"what-what is this?"
she asked,
holding the quill up.
"a measure of punishment to make sure you understand my rules."
"you're crazy!"
"you will watch your tone with me young lady. you know deep down you deserve to be punished! skipping very important classes, risking your education for that...that boy! now, finish your lines and i'll permit you to leave."
"oh whatever,"
y/n muttered and continued to write,
the pain increasing.
the blood began to trickle out and onto the desk,
which seemed to satisfy umbridge.
"you may leave now. i hope you've learned your lesson and realized your priorities."
without any word,
y/n grabbed her stuff and left.
she held the spare bit of cloth around her aching hand,
the tears stinging her eyes.
once she entered the portrait she saw the back of fred's body,
sitting near the fire.
"hey! i waited up for you to- what happened? why is your hand bleeding?"
"she's a vile woman!"
y/n yelled a bit loud.
fred held her hand gently and unwrapped the cloth,
seeing the words "i will not skip class" etched onto her skin.
"bloody hell..."
he muttered,
looking back up at y/n who was red in the face with anger.
"you've got to tell dumbledore."
"what's he gonna do?! she's part of the ministry, fred. if anything i'll only make the situation worse!"
he sat her down on the common room couch,
kneeling down next to her to help her wound.
"i'm really sorry, y/n. i should've listened to you. none of this would've happened if-"
"don't, fred. it's not your fault."
he nodded his head but she could tell by the guilt clouding his eyes,
that he still felt responsible.
the pair cleaned up her hand and bandaged it correctly,
leaving fred to wrap her in his arms.
"i'll get her one day. i'll make her pay for ever hurting you."
"oh freddie. so hostile,"
y/n smiled and pecked his lips.
"i'm serious."
y/n examined his face,
seeing no smile or any sense of joking.
"no. you won't. i won't watch her expel you."
"then close your eyes,"
he smiled this time,
but y/n didnt.
"i'm serious! do not do anything stupid."
"alright. i'll try."
she leaned her head into his chest and began to play with his hands that were significantly larger than hers.
she ran a thumb over the back of his non-dominant hand,
frowning.
"what's wrong, love?"
"i don't want her hurting you."
"she won't. i'm fred weasley! you know what that means, don't you?"
she smiled as best she could and nodded,
"yeah. maybe i can get my hands on something to heal it. cause something tells me this won't be our last detention with her."
"oh no, not at all. i plan to make her life miserable now."
"fred!"
"i'm only joking... sort of."
y/n shot him a serious look which made him smile.
"you're adorable."
"stop it."
"you're so cute when you're mad. you get all serious."
"ugh!"
he laughed and pulled her onto the floor,
his body hovering over hers.
"i won't do anything too stupid, alright?"
"promise?"
she stuck her pinky out childishly with a snicker,
he wrapped his pinky around hers and nodded,
"promise."
she pulled his head down closer to her and connected their lips,
her body swimming with excitement.
"you're gonna be the death of me,"
y/n admitted playfully as her hands held his face.
"you poor thing. always so quick with the dramatics, aren't we?"
he smiled and laid his head comfortably on her stomach.
she twirled his hair around her finger and watched him while he watched the fire.
"you know i'd do anything for you, right?"
he spoke with a more serious tone.
"i know, love."
"good."
"i love you, fred."
he felt his lips place small kisses against her stomach,
"i love you more."