Fred Weasley Imagines

Intricacy on Strings - pt. 7

Fred tried not to think of you and Perry. He really tried to smile through the thoughts as he kept looking on the set brooms, yellow and blue colours emitting his way.

He knew who you were. He knew excatly which broom and excatly which yellow Hufflepuff. You were a great Chaser, one of the best but he was a bit worried for you. You haven't slept much, you went for a jog before breakfast. You only ate two pieces of toast and haven't drunk much. How did you still keep together after the game?

But it was you. You may be a nervous wreck before the match but never on the field. You were focused and filled with adrenalin.

When Madam Hooch blew into the whistle and all the balls flew into the air, your only focus was getting that Quaffle through the hoop. The only problem for you was that the Keeper was one and only Perry Bash.

You threw the Quaffle in but he was too quick to smack it away, far away. You gritted your teeth and he smirked. "Why don't you come to the party later with me?" he shouted and you only rolled your eyes.

"Why don't you shove it, Bash. I wouldn't want to spend my time partying with the losing team, would I?"

"How come, you're already on one."

You let out a scoff, smiling to yourself as you sped away, avoiding some Bludgers coming your way. You dived down and was just underneath another Chaser on your field. "HERE!" you shouted and the Chaser dropped the Quaffle into your hands, you grabbed it tight with one hand, steering your broom with the other as a smirk plastered on your lips. You flew towards the Keeper, right in the middle and finding him grinning back at you. You dived up, averting his attention from which hoop you'll throw the ball in before diving down, lifting your broom, focusing your hand on the left hoop but your eyes on the right. Perry was preparing himself for the right but you made a clear left, straight through the hoop.

You heard cheers from the stands and you made your way around the hoops to the Keeper. "Who's on the losing team now?" he eyed him as he laughed.

"Why don't I just show you." he flew around you and pointed at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Seekers fighting for the Snitch but the Hufflepuff was far behind and before you knew it, Ravenclaw's Seeker got the Golden Snitch in his hand.

"Fuck." you cursed under your breath as the commentator started shouting the winners.

Bash was still beside you, watching you with a completely different look in his eyes. Not the arrogant, teasing, flirty one. A different kind that made you wonder.

And Perry knew how exhausting you must be because your eyelids were dragging down and from the lack of adrenalin he could see the strenght leave your body. "Have you slept?" he asked and you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

"You care now?" you teased.

"I do." he dug his hand into his uniform pocket and pulled out a protein bar.

You let out a laugh. "You play with those in your pocket?"

"They come in handy." He unwrapped it and gave it to you. "Eat. You need the energy." and he dived down, leaving you flying up there with a protein bar in your hand.

You bit in it and at first it was a tiny bite but later on the bar was gone and you were still hungry. You seemed to have more energy than before, the realization that you haven't slept much, went for a jog and hadn't eaten much made it clearer for you to understand why you haven't got much energy at all.

Diving down, you crumbled the wrapped in your hands as you chewed the last piece in your mouth. You were with your team, hearing the same old 'we'll get them next time' phrases. You tapped the Seeker on the shoulder and smiled at him. "You did great."

"Not great enough." he frowned and you gave him a comforting smile.

You saw George and Ginny coming your way with bright smiles on their faces meanwhiel Fred was nowhere to be seen. You frown at the sight because he was always there after and now he was nowhere to be seen. It's not that you weren't happy to see George and Ginny, it was just that you were a bit disappointing.

George, however, couldn't stop grinning at you. No. Not at you but at someone behind you.

Arms wrapped themselves around your waist and lifted you up. "You did great!" He mumbled excitedly into your neck.

You giggled as he twirled you around, feeling so happy and whole as he was there. "We lost." you said as he put you down, hands resting on your hips as his eyes looking into yours.

"You still did great. " he spoke softly as Ginny jumped behind you and started shouting.

"YOU WERE AMAZING! Like that last one! The way you dived up and down and circle and WOW!" she kept shouting excitedly, looking at you with her bright, shinning eyes.

"You dodged those Bludgers quite nicely but you couldn't never dodge mine." George wiggled his eyebrows as you shoved him away.

"Bog off, loser. I still have one last Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff match to get to."

"Which you will lose!" George continued and you laughed.

"Oh, you're on, Weasley. You're so on. I'll mop the floor with you." you narrowed your eyes at him, punching him gently as he tried to catch your hands, laughing at the height gap between you.

"Like you mopped the floor with me, huh?" his face was now in front of yours, macking you back away a bit at how quickly his eyes changed.

"It's not like the last match against Ravenclaw I'll have." you quirked an eyebrow at him and he only laughed. You shoved him away gently, one shoulder then the other. "Hear this, Bash?" you raised your hand and started tensing up your biceps. "This is me flexing." you continued to shove your bicep underneath him as he squeezed it like a dog toy and you let out a whine. "Ouch!" you pulled away as he and the others laughed. All except one red-head behind you.

"That your throwing hand?" he started to joke around and you only let out a laugh.

"You mock now but this hand threw many goals that you "defend"." you air-quoted, goading him a bit.

And you haven't really thought of what you were doing to the other boy behind you. He was almost shaking from fury becasue you and him usually tease and goad each other like this but you and Perry Bash? You and the stupid Ravenclaw Keeper and Quidditch captain, shoving your faces into each other made his short fingernails dig so deep into his palm, he could barely stand ground.

Until he could see you laugh at something he said and without a doubt, Bash's eyes watched you tilt your head back as your laughter kept ringing in his ears. He was tired but he was never too tired to finally make his move on you, grabbign your chin and pulling you into a deep, lustfull kiss.

Surprised by his action, it took you a while to realize what was happening. You were exhausted, all you wanted was to sleep but he was kissing you and kissing you so nicely, tenderly, passionately that before you realized, you were already kissing him back.

Your tired brain could barely process things, especially when the kiss was so damn good and addicting. You shoved him away, a smirk on his lips and a confused, scared even, look in yours.

You turned around, still a bit dizzy from what had happened but he wasn't there.

Fred Weasley was gone.