Fred Imagines

I Said Yes

Fluff turned angst:

(Y/N) sat up in the burrow. Normally she would be returning home to the US for summer break, (she was a foreign exchange student at Hogwarts) but with everything going and that Noseless Freak, the Ministry of Magic has pretty much closed all magical means of transportation.

She was sitting on a bench in front of the burrow, reading a book. The golden sunshine warmed her toes. Out of nowhere, a ginger came and caused (Y/N) to jump three feet in the air. The book she had been reading almost fell in the mud, "Fred Weasley you-"

"Absolute charmer?" He smiled crookedly and kissed (Y/N) on the  cheek, "So, I know you have been bummed out about not being able to see your family, especially because of being muggle-born and your family not being able to afford a plain ticket..."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow, "Where is this going?"

He leaned on (Y/N) and wrapped his arm around you, "Well, I have this entire trip, we can go shopping for a nice dress, within budget, the joke shop is going, but we're not as big as the world yet, but I want to treat you." He sat up and turned towards (Y/N), moving close enough so she could barely feel his breath, "My mom and sister volunteered to hold a spa day and George learned how to braid hair for this."

(Y/N) melted, "Fred!" she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, "This is so uncharacteristically sweet..." she leaned her head back to look at him but to keep her arms around him, "Why is it so sweet?"

"I just think you deserve a great day, besides, Bill and Fleur's wedding is in a week and a half and I want my girlfriend of three and a half years, technically four to be feeling as beautiful as she looks." He stood up and lifted (Y/N) up as he did, "Let's go."

"Wait, right now?"

"Of course."

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(Y/N) Twirled in a yellow dress with flowers all over it and long, puffy sleeves. Her hair was in a waterfall braid that was curled using magic and her nails were a pastel pink. Fred clapped and whistled, "Lovely, but are you sure you're not a fan of the red?"

"I think I like being a Hufflepuff," (Y/N) smoothed the knee-length skirt, "But of course if the dress isn't pretty on me-"

He scoffed, "Pretty? Pretty? He walked over and put his hands on her waist, "Baby, you are gorgeous. Drop-dead, weak in my knees." (Y/N) looked up and kissed him. He turned to the storekeeper, "We'll take it, she'll wear it out of the shop!"

(Y/N) put her hand to her mouth and mustered a shushed, "Fred, it's fine, I can just wear my clothes, it's not like I need to wear the dress for a week."

He shrugged, "Well, I love the view." He leaned in for another kiss.

"Feeling really lucky today, Weasley?" (Y/N) leaned in too, but Fred had back away. (Y/N) frowned when she saw him fidgeting, "What's the matter?"

He shrugged it off, but was running his hand through his hair, something he always did when nervous, "Nothing, just, I love you so much, you know?" He rubbed his hands together, "I know I flirt, a lot, and I joke around with you, but I love you. Truly, I am in love with you."