Harry Potter Imagines

Fred Weasley - Nightmares (pt 2)

TW: Nightmares, alcohol, painkillers, mentions of death

It was early evening and you were sitting in your pyjamas with your legs up on the sofa, binge watching old sitcoms on TV. You were tempted to get some ice-cream but you'd had so much of it over the last month, and it never quite had the effect you wanted it to. Never quite filled the void that had taken over you when Fred left the apartment in the middle of the night without looking back.

You heard a knock on your door and you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat. You swiftly made your way to open it, hand trembling as you twisted the knob. At the sight of ginger hair butterflies filled your stomach, but left as soon as they came when you realised that it wasn't Fred.

"You could look a little more pleased to see me." Ginny gave you a once-over before pulling you in for a tight hug, holding on to you for a while. Her embrace gave you warmth, and when the two of you finally pulled away you grinned at her.

"What a sight for sore eyes." Your voice was a bit gravelly from lack of use. You cleared your throat, and a mischievous twinkle appeared in Ginny's eyes as she proceeded to over-dramatically sniff the air around you.

"I'll tell you what, your smell will give me a sore nose. Have a shower woman!"

"Hey!" you swatted her arm before you both burst out laughing. The laughter felt foreign at first - even when Fred was at home it wasn't something that happened often after the war. But you let the happiness creep its way in, and it felt like a sigh of relief. Ginny spoke between laughs:

"I'm being - serious y/n - you smell worse - than me after - a quidditch match - in the blazing sun."

You shook your head, still chuckling as you tentatively took a whiff of your armpit and contorted your face in disgust.

"Yikes."

Ginny laughed again, telling you she'd wait while you showered. She placed herself in your spot on the sofa and started watching the show you'd left on. You entered the shower still smiling, appreciative that you had a friend like Ginny.

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You walked into your room, occupied with towel-drying your hair so it took you a moment to notice the dress Ginny had laid out for you on the bed. It was a beautiful deep red colour with a short skirt and low neckline, one you hadn't seen before and would never have chosen for yourself.

"Gin?" You called suspiciously.

"Just put it on!" She yelled back, leaving no room for discussion.

Reluctantly you pulled the dress over your head, tugging the skirt down as low as it would go. When you turned to look at yourself in the mirror you let out a small gasp - you looked... sexy.

"Even better than I imagined." You don't know when Ginny appeared in the doorway, but her comment gave you an extra boost of confidence. You turned to see that she'd changed outfits too - she was wearing a black dress with a high neckline, and later you would also notice the elegant cut-out back.

"You clean up nicely yourself." But even as you shared these kind words, memories of the last time a Weasley was stood in the doorway to your bedroom came rushing back.

"That was goodbye."

You felt your face fall, unable to stop it, shoulders slouching as you perched on the edge of the bed. Ginny came to sit next to you, a determined expression on her face as she lay her arm across your shoulders.

"I know it sucks. But tonight isn't about him. It's about us getting our party on." She wiggled her eyebrows at the last bit and you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, resting your head on her shoulder.