desc: while rummaging through books in the library as he desperately rushes to finish his assignment, fred stumbles upon a bit of parchment, encouraging the reader to partake in a series of dares. as he completes them, happy that fate has placed these dares in the hands of arguably the most confident and mischievous bloke at hogwarts, his friends get him thinking – did this mystery writer plan for them to fall into his hands?
pairing: fred x gryffindor fem!reader
word count: 5.4k whoops
A/N: this wasn’t even a request. it’s just pure fluff. i couldn’t concentrate in class the other night and this just called out to me like a signal. i have hardly had time to sit and read or write at all due to school being so insanely busy, but i forced myself to write this, late into the evening.
His voice sounded softer than ever before, almost a whisper. Although in his own ears, it sounded booming – like a declaration of love that the world could hear, if they were listening intently.
He felt your grip tighten around the back of his neck and watched as you bit down sheepishly on your bottom lip before lifting your eyes to his, your lashes fluttering a bit in your nervousness. “Since before or after I dared you to do all these things?”
Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach, but he didn’t try and suppress them. “Long before,” he caught your lips with his and melted into you, ignoring the yelps from inside the Great Hall at the sight of you two entangled together.
A month ago, Fred never could have predicted being here with you, in this position, kissing you and having you actually kiss him back with yearning and hunger. He’d imagined it plenty of times, of course, but he never believed it would actually happen. If anything, the thought of you two being anything other than friends had always seemed to be far out of reach for him. But something had pulled at him when he’d found that first note, tucked away into the exact book he needed for History of Magic. Fred thought about possibly seeking advice from his twin, who was sitting next to him, frustrated in a type of agony only caused by a very long essay to complete, but Fred merely folded up the bit of parchment, bit back a smirk, and went to begin on his own essay.
Two hours later, in the desolate boys’ dormitory as he was changing into his pyjamas, Fred pulled the parchment out from the pocket of his robes and smoothed his fingers across the handwriting. He sort of recognized it, but couldn’t seem to place it – and bloody hell, it was going to drive him mad. He racked his brain for answers, but it was so fried due to Professor Binns’ incredibly long and boring lecture that Fred could hardly keep his eyes open anymore. He supposed he’d think about it tomorrow after a full night’s rest. He would need it, he thought, if he was going to give in to this mystery writer and everything they had laid out for him come morning.
hi hello erica i’m just casually sat here screaming because of how much i loved this 😩❤️ god fred is such a cutie?? and just,, yelling out his feelings is such a freddie thing to do and i’m just- i have all the feelings 🥰
CHLOE my love thank you so very much!! isn’t the whole ‘professing his love in the middle of class’ just such a fred thing to do? oof. thank you for your kind words again darling!! x