secrets

request from anon: Hi!I was wondering if I could possibly request something.Surprise me with either twin,I don’t mind!Maybe a story where she’s really close friends with them both,one a little more so,however they’re both oblivious to the others’ feelings.Could be set in the Burrow n Molly thinks they’re dating so she’s making comments and happens to say like “it’s okay if you want to kiss around us” etc and they’re both like what??N then confess feelings maybe!Thank you so much, I love your blog and writing!!!

word count: 2.3k

pairing: fred x reader

A/N: guys my writer’s block sucks right now so i’m so terribly sorry if this is choppy and awful—i rewrote it six times i kid you not, wtf is up with me lately??

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“Been ages since we’ve seen you,” George said as he pulled you into a tight embrace outside of the Burrow. The summer holiday was boring enough without your friends. But blimey, how many more people could Molly Weasley fit into her home? “Missed you!”

“Missed you too, George,” you beamed, even though it hadn’t really been that long—only a few weeks since the last school term ended, but it seemed like years. You were certainly thrilled to be back at one of your favorite places in the world. “Hey, Fred.”

Fred was leaning against the side of his house, watching you with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. His eyes were sparkling underneath the moonlight. You’d arrived later than you thought you would. “Who invited you here?”

“Oi, shove off,” you said, walking up to him and pushing on his chest. You held out your arms for an embrace and smiled teasingly at him, “Come give your favorite girl a hug.”

Favorite girl. To hide any feelings that may have been showing in his facial expression, he wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you tightly—so much so in fact that you were lifted off of the ground and he then proceeded to spin you in a circle. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Ginny giggling in the kitchen. Fred’s heart was pounding in his chest as he breathed in the scent of your flowery shampoo—something he didn’t realize he missed so much until this exact moment. When he placed you down, he took a deep breath and did his best to push down any nervousness rising in his chest—and so did you. Because, as it turns out, you had a huge secret you were trying to hide.

You were mad for him.

“We’ve missed you,” he said casually. “‘m really happy you’re here.”

You gulped. God, you’d missed him too. You grinned at him, “Me, too.”

Mrs. Weasley pulled you into an embrace and said, “So happy to have you, dear—hungry? I can whip something up for you,”

Gratefully, you thanked her and made your way into the Burrow, hugging Ginny excitedly and racing up to her room to change into more comfortable pajamas, something that everyone else was already in.

After a bit of dinner and a very large cup of tea, Ron suggested a few games of exploding snap before heading to bed—him versus George, you versus Fred, Ginny versus Harry. Hermione sat next to you all in the armchair, scribbling quickly in a notebook clutched tightly in her hands.

“D’you think a lot of people are going to come out for Quidditch tryouts this year?” Ron asked casually, although it was easy to tell he was already looking forward to it.

You felt sad at the thought. It was your seventh and final year at Hogwarts, your last chance to play for the team you’ve been on since your second year. “Dunno, mate,” Harry replied truthfully.

Fred and George were certain you three, and Harry as well, would make the team again this year.

“How do you know, exactly?” Ginny asked her older brother mockingly.

Fred just laughed and replied, “‘Cause we’re brilliant, that’s why.”

You actually snorted due to laughter. “Way to be modest, Fred,” you replied teasingly as he glanced admiringly at you across the table, shuffling the cards in his hands yet again.

“We are!” He tried to justify his last statement. It didn’t work—Ginny scoffed at him. Softer, he said, “Well—you are,”

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, because his smirk spoke nothing but sarcasm—but when his eyes finally met yours, all you saw was softness.

“Thanks,” you replied brightly as he grinned at you. Your heart began to thump a bit harder in your chest—could he hear it? Could George? You caught Ginny’s eye and she grinned cheekily at you, turned back toward Harry, and went rosy-cheeked.

Fred bit down on his bottom lip and opened his mouth to speak, when a card exploded and made you both jump. “Oi, take it easy on me, would you? You’ve already won every bloody round!”

You began shuffling the cards as George stifled a laugh at his brother. “It’s in the cards, Freddie.” When you glanced back up at him to see him smiling sweetly at you, it seemed as though he didn’t really mind that you’d been winning.

When everyone became rather tired and shuffled off to bed for the evening, you stood outside Ginny’s room on the first floor, joking back and forth with Fred and George who were on the other end of the hallway near the steps before heading up to their own room.

“Got big plans this year.” Fred told you brightly.

“More inventions, then?”

“Loads,” George replied, placing his hands in his pockets, “care to test them out with us?”

You eyed the two of them suspiciously, as they laughed and glanced at one another before turning back towards you. “Only if you know they’re safe—‘m not risking burning my eyebrows off, or increasing the size of my tongue, only to have it stuck that way.”

“Deal,” they said together. Then George continued, “I’m knackered—see you both in the morning.”

As his twin shuffled up the staircase, Fred turned back towards you, his heart rate beginning to increase yet again. You began picking at your nails. He lowered his voice a bit, “We’ve got bigger plans than just inventions, actually.” He’d been wanting to spill his guts to you for ages. Maybe this time, he’d be able too.

He had you now. You raised your eyebrows at him and asked, “Really? Like what?”

“Not here,” he replied quietly, looking around to make sure nobody could hear him, “it’s kind of a secret—a big one, actually.. reckon we’ll have to sneak somewhere alone so I can tell you—”

Just then, Mrs. Weasley appeared next to you both carrying a load of laundry, making both of you jump, and smiled sweetly at her son. She’d clearly heard bits and pieces of the conversation, because she pointed at him and said sternly, “Freddie—there’ll be no sneaking anywhere,”

He went rosy and rolled his eyes when he looked at you. “Oi, mum—”

“Besides, you don’t have to pretend around us lot,” Mrs. Weasley began, placing a hand to her son’s cheek, “it’s alright if you want to cuddle or hold hands or kiss in front of us—just no sneaking off.”

Confused beyond belief, both yours and Fred’s eyes widened in horror and you both began to sputter nervously at Mrs. Weasley. You felt as though your heart had leapt into your throat. Fred’s mind was racing, nervous that his feelings were now obvious to his entire family—and to you. Because the truth was, that Fred Weasley absolutely adored you.. and you hadn’t the foggiest idea of it.

“Wait, what?”

Molly then swatted Fred playfully with a pair of socks. “And why didn’t you tell us that you and Y/N are dating, Freddie? I had to hear it from my youngest—”

You and Fred both peered into Ginny’s room, shooting her a look, when she and Hermione both began to giggle quietly and Ginny turned away and pretended to be occupied with her Quidditch gear and trunk.

“Mrs. Weasley, Fred and I aren’t dating—”

“We just get on really well, mum, I dunno where Ginny got this idea from,”

Mrs. Weasley went as red as a tomato and began blinking quickly. It was probably the quickest you’d ever heard her speak. Everyone seemed to be flabbergasted now. “Oh, dear, I’m so very sorry—I thought—we thought—you two’ve always just been so friendly, and—Ginevra!” Molly ran into Ginny’s room and you heard a dull thump, and emerged looking rather embarrassed indeed. “I—well—I do deeply apologize,”

You laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s no worry, Mrs. Weasley. Have a good night.”

She kissed your cheek, picked up her laundry basket, and headed up the stairs, leaving a mortified Fred Weasley and you alone, awkward and nervous.

“Well, erm—best be getting some sleep, shouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, we should,” Fred replied, clearing his throat and laughing. He tried, again, to sound casual, but instead just sounded very, very flustered. “Ginny’s out of her mind—see you in the morning, Y/N.”

“G’night, Fred,”

He turned on his heel and headed up the stairs to his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to turn around and wrap himself around you, sneaking off into the dead of night to tell you how he felt, how he’s always felt, for as long as he could remember.

Little did he know that you were getting under the covers in Ginny’s room, wanting to do the exact same thing.

Morning came a little too quickly—the sun was shining brightly through the open crack in Ginny’s windows. Breakfast was exceptionally uncomfortable, as Ron and Hermione continued to argue about upcoming lessons, Ginny did her absolute best to try and not glance longingly at Harry every few minutes, and you and Fred pretended that everything that had happened the night before, didn’t. George sat back in his chair, watching all of this unfold, grinning giddily to himself.

You were out in the garden with Ginny, testing out moves for the upcoming Quidditch tryouts on her broom, not dare speaking of last night, when Mrs. Weasley came sauntering out of the kitchen.

“Ginevra, dear, I need you to help with lunch,” she said brightly.

Annoyed, Ginny replied, “But I’m talking with Y/N!”

Mrs. Weasley folded her arms across her chest, and Ginny rolled her eyes and begrudgingly made her way into the kitchen, feeling poorly. To you, Mrs. Weasley said, “Dear.. I want to apologize again for last evening.”

Oh no, you thought. Why did she keep bringing this up? It was making it more difficult for you to suppress. “Really, Mrs. Weasley, it’s okay—”

“Not sure what got into Ginny, telling me you two were together,” Mrs. Weasley shook her head in annoyance. Clearly she was not quite finished discussing it with you yet. You figured you’d just let it happen, at this point. “Silly girl. Supposed she thought she’d have a laugh. I’m just so very embarrassed.. but it did always seem as though you two were closer than the others?”

“We just get on very well, is all,”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Weasley replied, smiling cheekily at you now. Her too? “Well, in any case, I do hope I haven’t embarrassed you—” when you shook your head no, she continued, “lunch should be ready soon.”

When she walked back into the kitchen, you heard a laugh from the second floor window. You peered upwards, the sun in your eyes, in through the window to see Fred and George setting off some type of miniature fireworks and yelling in delight—something Mrs. Weasley would, no doubt, put to rest as soon as she found out.

You felt a softness overtake you when you watched him smile.

Later in the day, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione headed into the village. The Burrow was empty except for you, Fred, George, and Ginny.

While Ginny was busy practicing her Quidditch skills with George out in the yard, you and Fred were busy on the couch, involved in yet another game of exploding snap.

“There’s no bloody way in hell I’m taking Potions this year.”

“Pleeease?” you begged, pulling on his shirt. “I need to take it and I really don’t fancy being alone in the Dungeons with Snape and all the Slytherins.”

Fred laughed, “There’s not enough gold in the world, woman.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks a lot,”

“What would I get in return?”

“Two extra hours a day with me?”

Fred thought about this for a moment, and softened. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips while he considered this—more time with you, what more could he want? “You may have talked me into it—”

“—‘m sorry about last night.”

You seemed to have caught him off guard, because his breathing became a bit heavier and his cheeks went rosy. “Y’don’t need to be sorry, it was just a joke, wasn’t it?”

You were just going to say it. “Was it?” you asked softly, putting down the cards in your hands.

Fred swallowed over a lump in his throat. He was pretty sure his heart was pounding out of his chest, now. Did he dare tell you how he felt? “No, it wasn’t.”

With a surge of confidence, you pushed aside the pillow on the couch, threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You could feel his surprise at first, but then he sort of melted into it—your lips molded together and he swung his hands around your waist, squeezing tightly. As far as first kisses go, it wasn’t exactly what you expected—it was kind of clumsy and was interrupted when the both of you began to laugh in the middle of it.

You slapped him playfully across the chest. “Why are you laughing, you prat?”

He took your hands in his and squeezed them, “‘Cause, I just—why’d we wait so bloody long to do that?” He felt like he had re-entered his body with that kiss, something he’d been waiting years to do.

“Too busy teasing you,” you joked.

“Ha ha,” he replied mockingly.

You shook your head and said suddenly, “Can’t believe they were right.”

Fred placed a hand behind your neck. “‘m glad they were.”

You did your best to hold back a large smile as he pulled you into him again for another kiss—this time, a lot slower and not as clumsy. In fact, you pulled him to his feet, forgetting all about the game of exploding snap, and tugged him towards the stairs to head up to his room. You glanced at the clock—you still had about an hour or so before the other lot said they’d be back. “Still want to sneak off with me—even if we get caught?”

Fred smiled and said, “Reckon it’ll be worth it.”

“Your mum’s going to murder us.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

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