You and Fred Weasley (A Fred Weasley x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 38: The Joke Shop

I looked at who was tugging on it to see George, holding the hand that I'd smacked while saying, "Sorry," with a small chuckle.

George then threw his arm over my shoulder, pulling me towards the purple door with "GEORGE" written on it in white paint. "Best room in the house," George said as he gestured with his right hand.

George opened the door, letting me go as he walked towards the bed with purple sheets. He flopped down backwards onto the bed as I looked around the purple and green room. He had miscellaneous things scattered around on his walls with a multicolored ceiling fan.

Suddenly I was pulled backwards when someone grabbed my hand. I turned to see Fred ushering me to the other end of the hall. I chuckled as I let him pull me over to the orange door with "FRED" written on it in the same white paint.

Fred opened the door, exposing a orange and green decorated room. This room was even messier than George's, there was dirty clothes laying all throughout the room. Even though neither of them made their beds, Fred's orange sheets hung off of the side of the bed.

The door abruptly closed, Fred's hand on the handle. I looked up at him confused before he pulled me to the other white door. Fred opened the door, showing a basic white room while saying, "This is your room."

I looked up at him confused before looking between his door and this one, stuttering, "B-But-"

Fred leaned in, inches away from my face as he lifted my chin with his index finger to look up at him, while he smirked, "I'm only joking."

Fred backed away from me and walked into the room, grabbing a bucket of paint and a paintbrush. He walked back to me before walking over to the orange door, setting the paint down. Fred turned to me smirking again, "Unless you don't want to sleep in my room."

I widened my eyes slightly before quickly walking over to him, taking the paintbrush out of his hand and correcting him, "Our room."

Fred smiled, pushing the paint over to me while repeating, "Our room."

I smiled back before rolling my sleeves up and dipping the paintbrush into the bucket, swirling it around in the white paint. Fred slivered his arm around my waist as I lifted the paintbrush to the door, writing "AND Y/N."

Once I finished writing I set the paintbrush carefully back into the bucket, looking back at the door. Suddenly I felt a cold swipe on my cheek, leaving something on my face. I quickly put my hand to my cheek before putting in front of my face, "White paint?"

I heard snickering from beside me as Fred's arm left my waist. Realizing what he'd done I looked over at him as he burst out in laughter. I began wiping the paint off of my face and onto my hand, just before wiping it off onto Fred's shirt.

He quickly looked up, feeling challenged, so I said, "Wait, I know what you're going to do! Please let me take off the sweater first!"

Fred sighed, his face softening as I lifted my arms straight up for him to remove the sweater. He carefully took the sweater off, avoiding the paint on my face, hand, and his shirt.

Opening our bedroom door he threw it into the room before turning back to me. I scrambled up, starting to run to George's room when I was yanked from behind. Suddenly I was being lifted high off of the ground and slung over Fred's shoulder. I began thrashing my body as he walked, "Fred, put me down!"

"As you wish, love," Fred responded as he threw me onto our bed while laughing.

I sat up from the bed, watching as Fred left the room. I stared confused before seeing him pick up the paint from the ground. My eyes widened, "Fred, no!"

George peaked his head around the corner watching as Fred walked through the doorway, starting to laugh while saying, "Fred, yes!"

Trying to think of an excuse I shouted, "What about your sheets?"

"I can buy new ones," Fred responded as he got closer.

"What about my hair?" I asked as I brought my right hand up to my head, concerned for my hair.

"We have magic, love," Fred said chuckling, reaching the bed.

I covered my face preparing for the paint to cover me. Suddenly I felt cold liquid cover my clothes and lap, looking up to see Fred tipping the remains of the paint onto the bed. Shaking my hands I said, "You're unbelievable!"

Fred threw the bucket onto the bed before holding his hand towards me. I stared up at him angrily before grabbing his hand, pulling him on top of me. Fred began to laugh again, "If you wanted me on top of you, you could've just asked."

I felt my face heat up before I pushed him off of me and he rolled over onto his back. Standing up above him I rubbed paint all over him, picking up the large amounts from his sheets. Fred was laughing uncontrollably before stopping to look behind me at George.

Fred looked back at me and winked, I nodded with a smile. Fred grabbed a handful of paint before standing up. The moment he stood up George began to run back into the hallway.

As Fred and I reached the hallway we saw George slam his door, locking it. Fred began to snicker as he pulled out his wand, "Alohomora."

Fred opened the door as George shouted, "Stupefy!" causing Fred to be thrown back, knocking us both to the ground.

George looked at us with a smirk before shutting the door again. Fred and I looked at each other in silence before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Once we were done laughing I stood, "Okay, we should really get the paint out of our hair."

"Wait," Fred said standing up and grabbing my hand.

Fred walked me over to our door before kneeling in front of it, causing me to do the same. "I say we mark the occasion," Fred said with a smile.

I smiled back as we both placed one of our paint covered hands onto the door, leaving white hand prints. As we stood up Fred spoke again, "If your clothes are ruined I'll buy you new ones."

"You better," I said smirking.

Fred then used magic to clean both of us from the white paint, leaving no damage to our hair or clothes. After cleaning ourselves we cleaned the hallways and our bedroom, followed by collapsing onto the bed together.

Fred pulled the covers over both of us before I snuggled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me before kissing my forehead, saying, "I love you so much, Y/n."

I smiled before looking up at him, "I love you too, Freddie."

I watched as his eyes drifted from my eyes to my lips, making my smile increase. Fred looked back at my eyes as he asked, "Can I?"

"Of course, love," I said with a slight chuckle.

Fred smiled before he slowly leaned in, closing the gap between our lips. Butterflies began to fill my stomach as our kiss intensified. Suddenly we heard George shout, "Good night, losers!"

We pulled away, laughing slightly before we both shouted, "Good night, Georgie!"

Fred glanced at the open door and then back at me. I stretched as he quickly stood up and walked over to the door, shutting it. I watched as he walked back over to the bed, lifting his arms and taking off his shirt.

I smiled as he climbed back into bed, letting me lay my head on his bare chest. Fred began running his hands through my hair as I drifted off to sleep, listening to his heartbeat.

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