Fred Weasley Imagines

Pink and Orange

PAIRING: I mean whichever twin you choose. It can be George Weasley x reader or Fred Weasley x reader. I love them both and you can choose with whichever.

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He found extremely adorable right now.

The whole common was filed with groupies, studying together for an exam. You were in one too thought you had not paid attention since the moment you sat down on the sofa. Everybody was talking, trying to memorise the definitions for the O.W.L.s, meanwhile you? You were picking out a nail polish to paint your nails.

You were stuck between red violet and cantaloupe.

He was on the other side of the common room, stealing glances of you and eventually succumbing to your surpassing beauty. You were soley focused on the nail polish and conflicted on which one to choose. Nobody paid you any attention when you asked them which one to choose. They all ignored you and eventually left without inviting you with them. They left a frown on your lips as they gathered their stuff and went away. You looked at them with wide eyes but shrugged and went back to your nail polish.

You were alone on the sofa, still choosing between the two colours.

It didn't take him long to gather his courage and make his way to you. As soon as they left, the opportunity revealed itself. He wasn't intending anything with you, he was just curious of your personality because up until now, he hadn't had a clue of who you were when nobody was around.

He knew you were quiet. Pretty. Puberty really did its number on you, outlined your face features but your eyes? Your eyes were always the same.

"I'd go with pink." he was leaning on the arm rest next to you.

You jumped at the sight of him. You didn't even see him coming your way, let alone stand next to you. He kept his forearms turned towards you, his veins and muscles defining both of his arms and up to his shoulders where his shirt started to cover the rest. It made sense to you his arms were so nicely defined. He was a Beater after all.

He was looking at you differently than he ever did. The way boys do when they like something.

"Really? Why is that?" you smiled, taking the pink nail polish into your hands and observing the colour.

He felt pleased to get a smile from you. He never knew that your face could do such a thing, always looking like you want to murder somebody when you come early to class. Though he found your smile quite light when he saw it around your friends, yet up close was a completely different story. He sat right next to you, placing his elbows on the back of the sofa.

"You already wore orange, didn't you?"

"I did, yes." you eyed him suspiciously. "How do you know that?"

"When Flitwick told you to demonstrate in front of the whole class and you failed to do so, he scolded you that instead of painting your nails, you should be studying." he grinned and you felt a blush creep on your cheeks.

"Oh." you turned away, clearly embarrassed. "I didn't know people remember that."

He found your flustered cheeks quite adorable, just like the rest of you, though he also realised he had made you quite uncomfortable by saying what he did. "People don't remember. I do." he tried to fix it, watching you shake the nail polish before unscrewing the top.

"Oh, have you now?" you laughed, turning your head to the side and smirking at him. "Why only you?"

"Oh, well darling-" he took a deep breath, fixing his sitting position so his elbow was pointing directly on the back of the sofa, and his hand leaning against his cheek. "If you haven't noticed, I'm special... and observing." he kept watching you paint your nails, slowly and carefully.