Fred Weasley Imagines

Contemplation - pt. 3

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It was cold. Freezing actually and you couldn't help yourself but to shiver in the sheets that are supossed to warm you up. And how was it that every time you wrapped them around you tighter, the colder it got.

You tried to fall back asleep, grumbling into the pillow to make it warmer until you heard a light breeze against your cheek. Usually all the windows are closed, the fire is burning and warming the whole apartment and the sheets with three more blankets make it far more warmer than this.

It sure was cold. Too cold.

And as your mind was currently occupied by the coldness in your room, it was soon distracted by a quiet giggle coming from the door.

Maybe it was Luca. That boy always seemed to be the most energetic at night.

But there it was again. That giggle and this time it didn't sound anything like Luca's giggle. No, it was softer, more innocent and slightly higher.

It caught your attention.

Unwrapping the sheets from your body, feeling the cold breeze grow stronger, you swung your legs over the bed and walked to the door.

It was closed. Why was it closed when only a moment ago it was slightly open? And what's the music coming from the other side? The radio was still broken and it was late.

You reached the door knob, carefully twisting it and opening the door. The music became louder and the light became brighter. You walked a few steps forward, lifting your arm to block the bright light in front of you and hearing the music become louder and louder.

"Hey there pretty lady." said a familliar voice, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss.

Looking up to the boy who just kissed you, you realized it was the one and only, Fred Weasley. His hair were long, still keeping their red flaming colour as did his eyes keep their beautiful chocolate brown.

"Fred?" you simpered and realizing your voice just cracked up a bit.

Looking down on yourself, you noticed your were wearing your Gryffindor sweater with a pair of dark blue jeans and holding the famous red cup in your hands.

"Where am -" you tried to speak but another hand wrapped around your shoulder.

"Thought we lost you in the crowd. Really missed ya." said the other twin.

"I know you did, Georgie." you somehow managed to blurt out, a small laugh escaping your lips as both of them took a sip from the cup.

"Oi! Get yourself your own girl. This one is taken." argued Fred, pushing away his brothers hand off your shoulder.

George stopped in front of the two of you, glancing between Fred and you then clinking his red cup against yours. "Is she now?" he grinned.

"Sorry, George but one twin at the time." you giggled and wrapped your hand around Fred's torso. "It's just me and him." you added and looked up at Fred.

His eyes. Merlin how you missed his eyes. How caring and loving they used to look at you. And everytime, everytime they made your cheeks turn their colour and your heart melt in a second.

"Then why'd you leave him?" George suddenly asked, his eyes becoming darker and more serious after the question.

"Wh-what?" you stuttered, feeling Fred's arm slip away and sudden coldness enter your body once again.