Fred & George Weasley Imagines/One Shots

Part 1 of my mini-series: Bad Timing.

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 128: Pulling the covers over you, you curled up into the foetal position and cried your eyes out silently as everyone slept.

Requested/About: Y/N has fallen for Fred, she sees stars in his eyes and the love birds flying around him. When she finally decides to tell him who she feels, she comes to find that it's too late. 

Warnings: Swearing, tears, mention of food and eating.

"Why don't you just tell him?" George muttered, then swearing under his breath at his homework. 

You pulled the parchment away from him and started to correct his answers "because," you replied, "I don't know for sure if he likes me that way."

George pulled a face "He doesn't flirt with you for nothing, Y/N."

"Has he told you he fancies me?" you asked, sliding George his improved homework. 

He sighed "No, but that doesn't mean-"

You made jazz hands and frowned "and that's why I can't unless he makes it obvious there's no way I'll know."

"Know what?" Fred butted in, sitting next to his twin, pulling out his parchment and copying George's answers. 

"That I'll pass my N.E.W.Ts." you lied, trying to avoid eye contact, your heart already throbbing at the sound of his voice.

Fred waved his hand in dismiss "You'll be fine, don't worry about that nonsense, if you fail, you'll have a job at our joke shop anyway."

George wiggled his eyebrows at you, breaking out into a smirk, you glared at him. 

"I know," you sighed "it just doesn't stop me from worrying." 

Your crush on Fred started within the first few weeks of your friendship, at first it was small and controllable, you still admired other good-looking students, and then over the years, it spread like wildfire. All you ever thought about was him, no one compared to him, you wrote your name and his in little hearts all over the blank pages in your books, you were head over feels for him, falling at a great, unstoppable speed. 

Everything about him, everything he did made you gush and beet red like a wild rose. His eyes, his laugh, his cheeky mischievous grin, the way he spoke, his walk, how he performed in Quidditch, you couldn't find a single flaw with him - maybe that was the problem. 

"Well it should," Fred said cooly "you'll always have me and George."

But I want you to be much more than my boss, my co-worker, my best friend, I want you to be mine, unconditionally.

Angelina, your classmate Fred often hung out with from time to time walked over to the three of you, her long hair swaying and a small smile on her face, wearing her Quidditch kit.

"Fred," she called out "I'll need you and George on the pitch in an hour, you better turn up." 

You watched Fred's eyes light up when she came over, the corners of his lips curling up, he shook his head and chuckled. 

"Wouldn't want to be late for my captain now, would I?" 

Is he flirting with her? No, he's just being playful, he's just fond of her because of Quidditch, I have far more in common with him than she does!

"No," Angelina smirked, "you wouldn't."

You brushed their interaction off and swallowed hard, holding your head high in the air, George could tell you were jealous - he was too - the girl he fancied was giving his brother more attention than him, why? he didn't know, he was hoping it was because Fred performed better in the previous match.