Fred Weasley Imagines

Attraction

He was funny. So humorous, flirty, kind and sympathetic. His smile was always present on his lips and his comments never disappointed you. He was, what you would call, a crush.

To be completely honest you didn't even know he was a fellow Gryffindor until your fifth year. Yes, you knew he was your classmate but you were distracted by everything else to notice him. You've grown to like the boy since the fifth year. You've grown to like him quite a lot. To you, he was your muse because nobody could ever be so damn perfect and flawed as Fred Weasley was.

He was tall and handsome. His body was in perfect shape and it kept being like that due to Quidditch. His arms looked slim but they were strong, following into perfect broad shoulders. He usually wore sweaters or hand-knitted jumpers but when he wore a normal T-shirt, that was when his fit shape really showed. His hair was always messed up. How could it not? He was always up for some trouble, always inventing new things, things he was passionate about. And the way his light brown eyes sparkled with mischief everytime somebody mentioned trouble. How he looked at you with those big round eyes, confused yet in the light they showed a light color of hazel. It matched his ginger hair perfectly. They were flaming red yet the dark smoke always seemed to cover that color. To be honest, you never saw his hair clean or combed but when it was, it seemed confusing because you weren't used to that Fred.

He knew you existed. You have been his classmate for years and you always seemed to help George with his Herbology. George was kind and nice, a tad crazy like his other half, and he was assigned your Herbology partner in 4th year when he was creating a ruckus with his twin. The kind and loving professor Sprout lost her mind that day completely, separating them and having a close eye on them both. George got a bit better with Herbology since you became his partner, but he was awfully distracted by his twin on the other side of the classroom. He wasn't the only one though.

You and Fred didn't talk much to each other. You were always talkative and comfortable around others but when he was around, you completely froze. You couldn't concentrate on anything else. He just walked in and took away your focus with his presence. You always said you shouldn't like a boy like him. He dated many girls, snogged with one of your closest friends at the Hufflepuff win party, Angelina Johnson. Though you told yourself you weren't having feelings for the boy, hearing that, hurt. Of course, nothing else happened with Angelina except a one-time snogging but you knew he always had eyes for her. Sometimes when the two of you talked it was mostly arguing. He seemed to pull some of your nerves with all the talk and no action. As he talked awful of your classmate in Divination, a Ravenclaw snitching on him, you had to defend him. Yes, you weren't close with the Ravenclaw boy anymore as you were before but he was still someone you cared about.

Fred, however always saw you as a classmate and nothing more or less. He knew you and Angelina were friends but at times even a Gryffindor like him isn't brave enough to face a girl he snogged a month ago. He had fancied Angelina for a few months now but he didn't have the balls to go to her and ask her on a proper date. Maybe he wasn't looking for a date. Maybe he was looking for someone to snog. Someone he liked and that was Angelina, not you.

And it broke your heart whenever you thought about it. Fury was what you felt when you knew Angelina had that chance but thought of Fred just as a one time mistake. You envied her because you would do anything for that boy to be yours. Maybe a snog was what you needed, to try and solve the puzzle that has been bugging you all this time. Do you have real feelings towards him, or is it just the attraction?

Attraction worked so oddly. You were drawn to Fred, feeling the chemistry, the pull, the appeal, the magnetism... But as you sat with his twin, who appeared to look just like him, same shoulders, same eyes (maybe slightly rounder than Fred's), and the same messy ginger hair with smoke among those strands, all you felt was... normal.