Harry Potter Characters x Reader (Oneshots + Prefences) *SMUT*

Bed Head Fred (Fred Weasley)

Warnings: None
Word Count: 602
Genre: Fluff

"Smile!" His voice cheered, snapping the blurry image on the overused polaroid camera you bought for his 16th birthday.

You foolishly posed, throwing your arms up happily, your eyes sparkled with love, and your smile spread to your ears, lighting up the darkest of places.

"Absolutely stunning.." He whispered to himself, a pure smile filling his cheeks.

"Adding that to the collection of adorable y/n photos" He giggled, slipping the small polaroid into his pocket.

You scurried towards him, he pulled you into a reassuring and romantic embrace.
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The wind chime swayed gently in the summer's early morning breeze, the pleasant clinking woke you up. You squinted your stinging eyes, the soft yellow-orange lighting peaked through the shredding blinds. You opened your eyes more fully, adjusting to the dim glow. Fred laid there peacefully, still slumbering, breathing so softly and rhythmically. You rolled over to him, his face half buried in the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth partly opened. Though he hated to admit it, he very occasionally drooled in his sleep. You found it adorable, while he thought quite the opposite. His hair was messy, ruffled and pressed against his forehead. Inside, you felt content, like butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach.

His eyes weakly peeled open, to be greeted to you flipping the crisp pages of a somewhat boring novel. He tugged at your hand, giving you a shock.

"Morning darling" He hummed, his voice raspy.

"Morning bed head Fred" You giggled, sitting the book on the nightstand and facing him.

"I told you not to call me that" He chuckled, pulling the cover over his exposed shoulder.

"Aw, sorry dear." You snickered, knowing you were bound to call him that again.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, scooting closer to your warm body.

You recalled the dream you had, how much joy it gave you both in person and in a dream. You smiled gently, before cooing.

"I slept well, I had a really cute dream."

"Do tell sweetheart" Fred insisted. A bright beam of light shined through the blinds, onto his well sculpted face.

"Do you remember last year, when we went to the pumpkin patch, on Halloween?" You quired.

"Of course I do, you could barely carry that pumpkin. It was bigger than your head!." He snickered, tucking your H/C locks behind your ear.

"I'm weak you know!" You remarked, a grin spreading on your face.

He laughed, so innocently, his pearly white teeth showing.

"Anyways, remember the photo you took of me, next to the sign?"

"Of course, I still have the photo in the scrapbook we made together dear." He replied sweetly.

"I dreamt about that" You stated, in a somewhat serious but still friendly tone.

"That's adorable honey" He smirked.

"Hold on, I have the photo over here. I made two copies" Fred mumbled, turning his back towards you and reaching into the messy draw.

He twisted back around, holding the small, faded polaroid.

"Its a little blurry, but still perfect." He kept his eyes focused on the picture, trailing his finger down the edge of the curling, glossed paper.

"Absolutely stunning" He whispered to himself.

"Freddie" You purred.

He turned his head towards you, "Yes dear?"

"I love you" You cooed.

He leaned in for a kiss, and in between every kiss, he spoke. "I... Love... You"

You laid your head on his chest, breathing in a synchronized pattern. You both chatted about the most random of things, to who had the ugliest laugh, to who was the laziest. All you both needed was each other's company.