Harry Potter OneShots.

Fred X Reader.

"Just because YOU don't celebrate it doesn't mean it's awful, you muppet" I nudge Ron, who had a pout on his pale, freckled face as he slumps in his chair, watching Hermione, Harry and I making Valentines day cards in the Gryffindor common room. 

But even after my kind words, that sulk didn't leave his face. Instead, it seemed to deepen as he peered at mine "Who are you even writing one to?" He wasn't jealous, I knew that. He was pining after Hermione and I swear, even if she is the brightest witch of her age, she was the only person in this school that didn't know.

"To your brother" It was a deadpan joke, or at least he took it like that as he let out a whine and threw himself backwards onto one of the unused plush sofa's, sinking into it with his arms crossed, a glare aimed at me. I think he thought I was mocking him, but it was in fact to one of his brothers - Fred Weasley. 

How could I not? I'd only had a three year crush on him, and being two years older than me, I never ever made a move. Why should I? There were gorgeous, smart sixth year girls who I knew fawned after him and as his younger brothers best friend, I knew I'd never have a chance. Fred has pretty much sister zoned me, that's what Ginny told me. She says he treats me like he treats her - like a fragile girl he always seems to want to protect (Yes- he's even made jokes about literally wrapping me in bubble wrap after I'd explained how bubble wrap worked to his father one day). 

"Are you writing it to-" Hermione cut herself off, instead leaning over my shoulder to peer at my writing, which I had purposely made scrawly and very, very unlike my handwriting (I did NOT want it traced back to me). She paused, and I let her gaze wander over my card before she sat back down and continued writing "Tell me everything later" I'd told her some stuff, including maybe having a very small... kinda big crush on Fred Weasley - a ginger haired trouble maker. 

"What? Who?" Harry looked up with his eyebrows furrowed and lips tilted down in what really did look like a puppy-dog frown, his big green eyes shining with curiosity, something that made me grin. He's so adorably innocent. 

"It doesn't matter, who are YOU writing to?" That, seemed to take his attention off me because he flushed bright red before looking back down and ignoring both Ron and I's questions for the remainder of the time we spent together before me and Hermione took our leave and grabbed our letters and quills before heading up to our room where we both changed into PJ's and led on her bed gossiping about all sorts of things. 

She even told me about how she was going to insist that some of the younger elves could have days off to go and hang out together outside of the kitchens and school, and how she would take that idea to Dumbledore at some point in the near future, and I told her about the secret entrance I had caught Fred and George sneaking out of that leads from a corridor near the Gryffindor common room all the way to the kitchens! She was actually rather worried about them getting expelled, because at the rate they were going (With their small business and their pranks), there was no doubt they should be kicked out. 

But I was glad they hadn't been yet. 

The rest of our conversation ended up trailing off and after showering Hermione my Valentines card, I gave it to my owl before slipping into bed. For about half an hour, I just tossed and turned thinking about what could happen tomorrow. But soon, I end up slipping into a much needed darkness. 

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The next day, Hermione, Ginny and I were sat together eating breakfast when the boys decided to enlighten us. Harry sat beside Ginny opposite us, their faces both bright red as they share a look and so Ron decided to take a seat on the other side of his sister, next to Hermione funnily enough, though neither of them were red faces.