Fred Weasley Imagines

Intricacy on Strings - pt. 1

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"FrEd WEAslEy!" you mocked as you walked into the Gryffindor common room, plopping yourself on the sofa next to his brother.

Fred raised his eyebrow, rolling his eyes as George beside you snickered. "Go on. Have your fun."

"Did yOU pUt thEEE rOsEmARY INTO the pOt?!" you continued to mock the previous session of professor Sprout, laughing as you did. "ROsemAry?!" you started to wave drastically with your hands, imitating professor as George beside you started to engage in your little game.

"P-p-p-professor, I...I didn't-"

"That's not how I sounded!" Fred started to defend meanwhile you and George started to laugh outlout.

"I didn't know it was rOsEmAry?" George's eyes widened, his hands over his heart.

"RoOsemAary." both you and George said in unison, holding into your stomach as it cramped from the laughter.

Fred couldn't help himself but laugh to it as well because indeed the imitation was too good and too true. "Don't you have your own house to go to, Huffpuff?"

"Don't you have a rosemary to plant, Gryffsmith?" you mocked back, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

That was the thing between you and Fred Weasley. The two of you were friends, best friends actually but the friendship was so twisted where the two of you could stab each other, crack jokes and mock. It was fun for both of you, especially for George who kept teasing the two of you of having too much chemistry and just make out already.

Fred denied it. You denied it. It was a brother-sister kind of bond. It's what it felt with them, though you had to admit that George was right. You did have more chemistry with Fred than you ever did with George but sometimes that is how the world turns. Some people are drawn together more than other people.

Fred and you were currently looking at each other with a teasing look in both of your eyes. It was like a mirror, you and him; so similar but both living in completely different worlds.

"So what's in your plan today, Susie Poo?"

"Frankly, you already know the answer to that, Bobby Bun." you jumped on your feet and stretched your arms. "Go with the flow until I flow no more." you furrowed your eyebrows at the sound of that, cracking your back and correcting yourself. "Hold up- let me fix that. Go with the flow, period." you winked at him, then turning to George and sending him a flirtatous kiss.

George caught the imaginary kiss and put it in his pocket, meanwhile Fred snorted. "No kiss for me, darling?!"

You laughed and hugged him from behind, kissing his cheek. "Happy?"

"Oi! I want that kiss too!" George now argued and you laughed.

"I'll switch it up next time, alright my boys." you waved your hands and ran thought the portrait hole .

Fred couldn't help himself but grin, touching the place where your kiss placed. George could see it so clear in his eyes and with that sly, overly-charmed grin on his brother's face.

"Oi, Freddie!" He called out and Fred's head shot to him. "Hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought it was something important but it's just the butterflies in your stomach screaming to tell her how you feel."

"Bog off!" Fred laughed, throwing one of the pillows at his brother. "I could never fancy her that way." he rolled his eyes and his brother mirrored him. "She's like a little annoying sister."

"Called my name?" Ginny walked to them, plopping on the chair next to them.

"Actually, I was just telling Freddie how in love he is in (Y/n)." George wiggled his eyebrows as Ginny smiled and glanced at Fred's burning cheeks.

"Have he got it in his head already?" she asked and George shook his head.

"Stubborn."

"Oh, shame."

"I'm telling you we're just friends!" Fred stood up, grabbing his bag and about to walk away.

"Heard McCartney is going to ask her out!" Ginny shouted and Fred stopped, turning around and shrugging.

"I'm sorry for him!" he ran up stairs and shut the doors behind him. He leaned himself on the door and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "We're just friends. Why don't people get that we're only friends?" he muttered to himself, throwing himself on the bed and hearing something crumble underneath him. He rolled himself off the crumbled piece of paper, finding it's a letter with your handwriting on it.

Smiling to himself, he quickly opened it, not aware of the scent that quickly rushed into his nostrils. The fragmance of your parfume.

' Dear Fred Weasley,

I feel so fancy writing a letter like that but just wanted to tell you that you forgot your books at the library yesterday and since I'm such a good friend, I took them for you so if you want them back you know where to find me. Though I didn't know library and you were such good friends.

Your dearest, best, most truest, lovable, most loyal, stunning HuffPuff

P.S. I accidentally broke my parfume bottle so don't get any love ideas or some rubbish. '

He snorted at the letter, looking at it and finding a small smudge on it's corner, smelling it and finding the familiar scent so pleasing inside his lungs. He could just smell it forever but before anyone would come in the room and find him smelling a letter, he folded it and put it his nightstand drawer, chuckling to himself. "Weirdo."