Harry Potter characters x Reader (Oneshots)

(Boxers) Fred / Reader

   A/N: smut. obviously.

     "Checkmate!"

    "Bloody hell, you have got to stop doing that!"

    "My apologies, Ronald," Y/N teased, reaching over the chessboard to ruffle his hair. "But I can't be beat."

    "Whatever," mumbled Ron. "When Ginny comes back, I'll beat her ass to redeem myself."

    "I don't know, she's a pretty hard game if you ask me." Y/N shrugged. She leaned back in her chair, tipping it slightly as he stood up and headed to the kitchen.

   "Yeah, right," Ron scoffed. "That girl knocks the chess board over in a rage if she doesn't win. Too competitive, if you ask me."

     The girl gave a small laugh. "Fair enough."

    "I'm gonna go to the pitch with Seamus and Dean. Wanna come?"

    "One thing I can't beat you at is Quidditch, so, no." replied Y/N. "But thanks."

    "Alright," nodded Ron. "Everybody's out, including mum. You sure you'll be okay here by yourself?"

  "What am I, five years old?"

  "Okay, okay, just checking." Ron held his hands up in defense. "See ya, mate."

  "Bye."

   The door shut with a bang, leaving Y/N to her own devices in the empty living room of the Burrow. Sometimes, this place felt more home than her actual house; this is probably why she spent half of the summer here every year. Ever since Ginny and her became best friends, the Weasley's had treated her as their own. She often found herself crushing on one particular Weasley, however; but she knew she couldn't act on her feelings. Fred was Ginny's older brother, after all. Ginny would probably die at the thought of her best friend feeling... that way about someone like Fred.

    She was brought out of her thoughts from a loud slam of a door from upstairs. Cautiously, she rose from her seat, creeping to the corner of the living room to inspect what the noise was. She sighed at a familiar head of red hair. It was just one of the Weasleys.

     "Errr.. Percy?" called out Y/N.

     "No mam," said Fred. "Your favorite Weasley."

Speak of the devil.

    He came into view, only wearing a pair of gray boxers. Her face immediately blushed red to which he gave a sly smirk before stepping down off of the last stair step.

     "Did... Did you f-forget something before you came down?" she spluttered, trying to look away from his exposed body.

     "What?" he asked innocently, walking over to the ancient refrigerator—which had been repaired several times with lazy magic—and opening it. Grabbing a bottle of butterbeer, he turned around to face her. The red on her face amplified.

     "Could you go back up and put on pants?"

     "Y/N!" He gasped dramatically and popped his hip effeminately. "My body, my choice!"

      "Fred, you're half naked!"

      "Two-thirds, actually." he corrected before taking a swig of his bottle.

     "That's like if I came down here in my underwear and bra." said Y/N, placing her hands on her hips. Leaning on the kitchen corner, he raised both eyebrows as he swallowed another gulp of the fizzy liquid.

     "Well I certainly wouldn't mind." winked the
boy. With a roll of her eyes, she flopped onto the couch with her cheeks still burning red.