Fred Weasley Imagines

Contemplation - pt. 2

Diagon Alley hasn't changed a bit. Everything seemed to stay the same, at least to you. The shops were still there, the people were still the same and the smell.. The smell was still the same as always; old book smell with a tad of parchment, the potions, all kind if not, and the famous vanilla and strawberry flavoured tea smell, one of the best. And it used to be quiet, people chatting as the passed by, yet now... Now there was a shop that lit up the whole London.

You couldn't believe it. They did it. They geniuely did it. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

" Please! Can we go in there?" begged the boy next to you, pulling you down by your sleeve and staring at you with his hazel puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry, Luca. We need to unpack first." you smiled down and gently pushed him forward.

All of a sudden you felt a hand on your shoulder, brushing down your arm until it reached your hand. A tall latino man stood in front of you, gorgeous green eyes smiling at you and his hands on the boys shoulder. " How about you go take care of your business and me and Luca over here will go up and unpack."

Luca let out a small groan as you let go of him and looked up to the man."Thank you, Erin." you smiled and turned your way towards the shop.

' It has only been 3 years. No biggie, right? ' you worried, stopping right at the entrance. And as you reached for a door knob, you felt a hand grab you by the shoulder and pull you backwards.

You elbowed the person behind you, pulling out your wand and turning around, prepared to shoot fire but was distracted by hs flaing red hair instead. The tall man was holding his stomach, panting of the pain you caused him and trying to catch some breath. "Blimey, (y/n). You got strong." he panted before slowly straightning up and looking you in the eyes.

Tall, ginger, freckles, brown eyes, short hair... "George?" you puzzled, walking over to him and giving him a big hug. "What were you thinking of grabbing me like that? I could have hexed you." you whispered, burrying your head in his chest.

"You always did know how to tell us apart. Even after three years." he chuckled, his arms wrapping around your body. "And I'm sorry. I didn't want Fred to see you." he answered and unwrapped his arms around you. "I missed you, love, I really did but you need to leave."

"Leave?!" you scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Yes. He finally moved on from you. If he sees you, God knows what'll he do."

Hearing that made you quite mad. What did he mean by that? "George, I need to see him. " you replied, turning your heel and walking back to the shop.

"And what will you say!" he shouted, making you stop immediately. "Seriously, (y/n). You left him, broken and with no explenation. Three years. No letter, no visit. He finally forgot about you. He needs to move on and you need to leave." he said quietly, slowly approaching you from behind.

Yes, what you did to Fred three years ago was wrong but you did it because you needed to. Nobody understood you. Nobody knew what you were going through, not even Fred. And after what happened two years ago, you needed Fred. He has the right to know.

"I thought you would be happy to see me." you added before finally walking away, not bothering to even look at the sho at the moment.

The night slowly crept its way to Diagon Alley and the street lights slowly turned on. The snow was slowly falling down, the snowflakes gently hitting against your skin as you walked hand in hand with Luca. He kept giggling. Such a childish and innocent giggle, coming from this amazing boy.