my smoking buddy, my partner in crime, my love (Fred Weasley x reader)
Potential trigger warnings: Smoking, comas (I've never done these before so hopefully I've done that right)
"Are you guys okay?" George asks.
We're on the balcony. The protection spell can be seen surrounding the castle. Any second the Death Eaters will strike. Time is running out.
"Yeah," I reply, "Fred?"
He's still looking up. His eyes are wide. I've never seen him look so scared before.
"Yeah, I'm fine darling," he answers, a forced smile plastered on his face.
I know not to push. We're all terrified. Some are better at hiding it than others. Unfortunately for Fred, he can't hide it from me as well as he thinks.
We're going to be okay. I have to believe that. Otherwise I'll fall apart.
I still haven't confessed to Fred my feelings. I'm terrified of both. The battle and telling the truth to Fred. The thing is I don't think he feels the same.
Suddenly, spells can be heard. The Death Eaters are destroying the protection spell.
"Stay alive, yeah?" I say to the twins.
George nods and moves to go inside the castle. Fred doesn't move yet.
"I mean it," I say, "I need my smoking buddy."
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window
I heard Fred's footsteps walking over to me. He sat next to me, by the window. I passed him a cigarette. Second nature.
He chuckled softly as he placed it in his mouth and I lit it for him. I stared out the window watching the sun set.
"Dad got tickets for the Quidditch World Cup," he said as he exhaled.
"That's great," I replied, "Excited?"
He nodded, "I was wondering..."
"Not a good sign," I joked.
He smiled, "Would you wanna come?"
I knew what my answer was but I wanted to tease him a bit. I exaggerated a thinking motion.
"Come on," he rolled his eyes and jokingly punched my arm, "You're basically family."
That stung oddly enough. He was right. Ever since we moved when I was six years old my parents and the Weasleys were best friends. Including Fred and I. However I wondered what that meant Fred saw me as. Just like a sister?
"Fine, I'll go," I said, hiding the slight hurt that I felt.
"Yes!" he responded, "You won't regret it."
We were sixteen then. The only worries were what job we wanted. Who knew that a few months later the world would change as we knew?
As I'm turning to walk away from him, he grabs my hand, "Wait!"
I look back at him, confused.
He leans in closer to me. But then he stops. Inches away from my lips. I lean in and he seals the distance, placing a soft kiss on my lips. He's uncertain. I kiss him back.
The kiss suddenly becomes more passionate. More desperate. As if we've both become aware that this could be our last chance. We're in danger and we don't know whether we'll make it out the other end alive.
We pull apart.
"I love you," I blurt out, eyes stinging.
Be careful.
"I love you too," he replies.
I will, you too.
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As I'm fighting and throwing spells, I realise Fred and I have been separated. He's okay. I know he is.
Then as I look, I see Harry standing over the dead body of Voldemort. The war is over.
I immediately rush to find Fred. The only thing on my mind. Fred. Fred. Fred.
I notice a group of people with fiery ginger hair. The Weasleys. I run to them. George engulfs me in a hug.
"Hi," I say in a hoarse voice, "Thank Merlin you're okay. Where's Fred?"
"He's alive," he answers.
There's something he's not telling me.
"But?" I ask, my voice shaking.
"There was an explosion, he's in a coma," he says.
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It's been a month since the Second Wizarding War has officially come to an end. And Fred is still in St Mungo's. In a coma.
I brought you daffodils on a pretty string
I sit by Fred's bedside. I didn't leave his side for the first two days but George had told me to rest. I didn't want to leave him but I knew I had to.
"Hey," I whisper, as if he's listening, "I brought you fresh daffodils."
I had been doing so every day. It's his favourite flower.
"You must be getting tired of me at this point," I laugh weakly, "It's not my fault you're not awake- uh it's not yours either, I'm not blaming you or anything."
But I'm angry at you. I'm angry at you that you're not awake and you just left me with a kiss. Why? Why not when I was sixteen and we were smoking outside my window?
I kiss him lightly on the forehead, "Please wake up. I need you. Please."
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There's a knock at the door. I open it. It's Ron.
"Hey Ron," I force a smile, "What can I help you with?"
"Fred's awake," he says, "George is with him now."
I nod and immediately grab his hand. We apparate to St Mungo's.
I run to Fred's room. I open the door. George smiles at me but it's not a very enthusiastic one.
"Hey," I say as I see Fred sitting awake.
He's awake.
But before I can say another word, Fred asks, "Who's that?"
It feels like a punch to the gut. He doesn't remember me.
"Fred lost his memory," George explains, "He doesn't quite remember me either."
"Oh," I breathe out, "Uh, I'm Y/N."
He nods, "That seems familiar, were we friends?"
Friends.
"Yeah," I reply.
George looks at me. A slight sad look.
When I told you 'I'm fine' you were lied to
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"I'm fine," I answer, even though I can feel my eyes stinging.
I can't cry. Not right now.
"Well I'm sorry I can't remember you," he says in the sweetest voice.
It makes me feel terrible.
"Don't be," I say, "It's not your fault, you can remember George a bit?"
"Yeah, well, I can tell he's my twin," he answers with a small laugh.
A quiet chuckle escapes my throat along with George.
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As the days go by, George and I try to help Fred regain his memory. I go in and greet him.
"Good morning," I smile.
"Morning," he answers, "Question; were we trouble makers at school?"
I chuckle softly, "You could say that."
"I have a memory of us two running down the hall, George was running in front of us," he explains, "At one point we had to hide behind a wall."
"Yeah, that's right."
It's crazy what you'll do for a friend
"I can't believe I agreed to help you two!" I shouted angrily as we ran down the corridors.
We had put dungbombs in Filch's office and he immediately saw us.
Fred started laughing. This made me even more angry.
"This isn't funny, Weasley," I said.
"Oh come on darling," Fred responded, "We needed you."
"More like Fred needed you," George retorted.
Suddenly, Fred pulled me to hide behind a wall. I started to breathe heavily and he placed a hand on my mouth. When Filch had gone past us, he took away his hand.
"You needed me?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Is that such a bad thing?" he smiled, "George is my other half while you're my partner in crime."
Partner in crime.
I smiled back at him.
Fred and I start talking about all the antics we were up to during our Hogwarts days. I then leave to give him some rest. I meet with George.
"You love him, don't you?" he asks.
I look at him, "Yeah. A lot."
"Oh you lovesick fools," he says, "I saw a bit of your little make-out session before the battle began."
"Stalker," I joke.
He chuckles.
The next day, he asks about another memory, "My brothers and I are flying around on brooms while you're reading a book by a tree."
"That was at your house, the Burrow."
He's so tall and handsome as hell.
I'm sat by a tree, reading a book. The boys were playing Quidditch. As I'm reading though, my eyes casually drifted upwards. To Fred. It was hot and he had taken off his shirt.
Then I saw him score a goal and he winked at me. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks and I was hoping that he couldn't see it.
After they were done playing, he sat beside me.
"You were staring," he whispered.
I rolled my eyes, "In your dreams."
"Come on darling, admit it," he said.
"And further inflate that ego of yours?"
There's a knock at my front door. I open it. Fred.
"Hey," I say surprised, "Have they let you out?"
He doesn't reply. Instead he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back and before I realise there's tears falling down my cheeks.
"I remember," he says, "Everything."
"Everything?" I choke.
He kisses the tears running down my cheeks, "I could hear what you said when I was in the coma."
"I love you."
"I love you too," he says, "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."
"It's alright," I smile, "You have eternity to make up for it."
A/N: This is probably the longest little fanfic I wrote. I used prompts from @creativepromptfills from the Angsty Kisses list and I used inspiration from some songs:
Cigarettes Out The Window by TV Girl
Another Love by Tom Odell
Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood
Mess It Up by Gracie Abrams
Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift
