Life after destruction- Fred Weasley

Feelings pt. 2

Hey guys! how have you been? I hope you enjoy this chapter**TW drugs (weed) is mentioned and people may find any content triggering, does contain profanity too, please be careful and let me know if anything is ever too much!*** Don't forget to click that little star at the bottom!

Fred's POV:

It had to be around 11, 12 o'clock already. The sky was pitch black, letting everything be illuminated by the moon and stars. I move y/n off my shoulder and onto my lap; using my fingers to brush her long hair. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, the way that the light from the moon had lit up on her face. Having all her perfect face structures pop, making her seem more beautiful than ever. If that's even possible. The sound of her soft breathing, the way she smiles in her sleep, or maybe even the way she mumbles random words; Just fills me up with serotonin. She always looks the most relaxed in her sleep, even if she's had the messiest day or cried for hours. The second she fell asleep, all those worries seemed to go away and the stress leaves her face. Ever since the war, I hardly see her smile, and when I do, it's only for a while.

As I finish the last few puffs, I throw the little rest of the blunt into the pond. Leaning back onto the bench, I stare up at the sky for a while. Looking back down at y/n, I don't want to get up. I move the hair off her face and stroke her cheek. "All your worries will go away soon, I promise you that," I whisper, not wanting to wake her up. I give her a little peck on her forehead before picking her up and heading back home. I notice it was getting a bit cold on my walk back so I grab my jacket from under her and carefully place it on top of her. I didn't want her waking up because she was cold.

As I finally made it to the Burrow's front door, I carefully turn the knob with one hand, using my foot to open and close the door. While walking into the living room, Oliver and George are still there, arguing. Oliver kept his tone down but I could tell George was trying his hardest not to pounce at him, yelling at the same time. "Oi! Shut the fuck up, both of you, If she wakes up, I'm beating both of your asses!" They quiet down as I walk past them, going up the stairs. The second I got to the top, I hear George starting to yell again. Luckily, it was muffled so he wouldn't be waking up y/n. I bring her to her room, setting her down gently on her bed, taking my jacket off her, and covering her up with her blankets. I made sure she was comfortable and warm, kissing her on the cheek, before going back downstairs. As much as I didn't want to leave her, I had to make sure George wouldn't tear Oliver apart.

George's POV:

I keep scolding Oliver about how bad of a brother he's been as we heard Fred coming back downstairs. My attention leaving Oliver for a second, "How is she? where was she? is she okay? did she get hurt? because I swear to Merlin if she got hurt-" Fred quickly interrupted me, "She's okay George, she didn't get hurt and you know where she was." I gave him a small nod, understanding she was at the hideout. "Where was she?" My head quickly turns to Oliver, "Oh so now you care huh?" I yell at him and Fred smacks the back of my head, "Don't worry about it Wood, just know she's okay. But if you both keep being loud and wake her up, you won't be." I sigh as I sit down and rub my face with my hands. "Now, without getting loud, tell me what happened while I was gone." Fred whisper yells with a stern voice.

For a good hour, us three kept going back and forth arguing about the whole situation. About Angelina, about Oliver, and about y/n. Oliver couldn't seem to understand how anything he was doing was wrong and it took all of me to not throw the lamp we had in the living room. The room was full of loud whispers; that was until Oliver opened his mouth one last time. "I just can't understand why you guys are so mad. What's the problem of me getting with Angie?! You're literally in love with my sister!" His points his finger at Fred. Everything happened so fast, I look at Fred and the next thing I see is him lounging at Oliver. He pushed Wood over the sofa, making a huge crash sound; I knew this had woken up y/n. "Never, bring that up ever again." Fred had his hand up to Oliver's neck and I could tell he was having trouble breathing. "Oi Fred! Don't kill the man!" Just as those words loudly come out of my mouth, I hear a tired voice.