Fred Weasley Imagines

Convince Me

REQUEST: Could you do a Fred Weasley x Reader when their in their fourth year where they both are secretly in love with eachother. But one day George asks somethin like what do you like in a guy and since shes a few months older then them she jokingly says she likes older men. Later Percy asks her out she says no but Fred doesn't know that and thinks she said yes cause "she likes older men". And theres angst and stuff.

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Sometimes you couldn't describe what you felt. You knew exactly when you were angry; the gritting of your teeth, heart pumping faster, blood reaching your cheeks, nerves thinning, brain clouded... or when you were sad; usually feeling like your heart was in a dark pit, floating in a shallow sea of sorrow.

But this feeling- this emotion- this whatever this is, you couldn't describe it with words. You couldn't even figure it out what this really was. It wasn't just an affinity, nor attrection and desire but it wasn't love either. So what was it?

When your eyes meet, your heart stops for a second and it starts pounding in your chest. When his smile reaches his cheeks and is directed to you, your hands become clammy and feel yourself get sweaty. When he speaks with his voice, your stomach twists and starts doing rhythmic gymnastics but what happens when he's close and his hand brushes against yours?- Combination of chaos, hormones and emotions. A mess to put it subtle.

"Hey, Cherry." you snapped your head at the ginger boy, your eyes narrowing at him.

Cherry. The nickname George and Fred thought of when they pulled a hair-colouring prank on you. Your hair was vibrant red, sticking out in every direction and because of the poor inovention, it kept letting red drops fall on the ground, turning them into cherries. It kept going on for three days.

"Stop calling me that, George. If anyones hair is cherry, it's yours." you rolled your eyes at him.

"George? What in the right mind made you think I am George and not Fred." he scrunched his eyebrows together and crossed his arms over his chest as if he was offended.

You could only wish it was Fred talking to you at the moment but he wasn't. It was his brother. His taller brother whose nose was more crooked, eyes more round and brown, lips more thin yet more rosier, shoulders less broad, more brawny body and grin almost reflecting his brother's yet with less mischief. Oh, and one more thing. You weren't in love with George and the energy around was quite different than around Fred.

"Don't bother, George." you slightly pushed his shoulder so his arms uncrosed and fell down against his body. "You know it doesn't work with me."

He bent down, looking directly in your eyes and wondering. "You never cease to amaze me. From all the people that can tell us apart, you are the only one."

A blush crept on your cheeks, flattered by his words. "You make me swoon with your choice in words,George Weasley." you crinckled your nose at him and started walking forward.

Yet, he was more nervous when he walked. Tensed as even, You quirked an eyevrow at him and he smiled awkwardly. "Swoon, you say, I wouldn't be surprised because, well..." he stopped in front of you, showing himself off. "Look at me."

"I am." you narrowed your eyes. "Can't say I see much." you joked and he let out a scoff.

"Oh, okay Mrs. Heartbreaker. What is much for you?"

You laughed at his response, looking over his shoulder and seeing a 7th year Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper laugh with his roommate. "You see that Gryffindor over-there." you nodded behind him and he turned around to see the 7th year.