Wickedly Yours | Fred Weasley
Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace.
Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, and impossible to say no to-and somehow, he's also her safest place.
Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same.
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content.
"It still made me feel like I let everyone down. Like I looked weak."
Fred's reply is immediate, quiet and fierce. "You've never looked weak a day in your life."
I blink at him, throat tight.
"You didn't let anyone down. You're here. You're alright. That's what matters. And anyone daft enough to give you grief over it..." His eyes flash, sharp and bright. "They can come straight to me. I'll set them right. And if I ever see a Dementor hovering anywhere near you again, I swear I'll hex the bloody thing into the lake."
I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me, chest loosening just enough to feel like I might actually breathe properly. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?"
Fred's grin is faint but warm, edges softening. "I'd bloody well try."
I lift my eyes to his, and it's only then that I realise how close he is-how he hasn't looked away once, how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this.
All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for the original ones created by me.
