Firework - 200 Followers Celebration
This is for my 200 followers celebration.
Prompt: My idea of a perfect date. // “I wanted to surprise you.”
Characters: Fred Weasley x reader, George Weasley, Dean Thomas, Harry Potter (mentioned).
Word count: 657
A/N: Since FBAWTFT, I’ve been having this Harry Potter vibes and I really wanted to write something that involved the magic world so here it is. Enjoy!
You were walking across the long hallways. The smell of stone and dust filled your senses, and you could hear the voices of every student, either sharing some gossip about Harry Potter or just complaining about the up-coming exams.
The whole school had an aura of stress, and you could’ve not escaped that if it were for one person, your favourite red haired: Fred Weasley.
His never ending sense of humour brightened up your days, and not even the stressful student’s life could change that. He was funny, loving and, most importantly, care-free.
“Hey there, pretty lady.” He cheered, taking you out of your thoughts.
“Hi, George.” You said with a smile.
“You better keep her, mate.” The red haired said to his twin, who just so happened to appear beside you. “She knows the difference.”
“Don’t worry, Georgie.” Fred smiled, pulling an arm around your shoulders. “I’m not planning on letting her go anytime soon.”
“Cheesy.” George joked, although he was extremely happy for his brother. “I’ll see you at the common room.” And with that, he walked away.
“So, where are you off to?” Fred asked with his usual smile.
“To the library.” You replied, “I need to study for Herbology.”
“Such a shame… I was hoping that you would come with me to the Boat house.”
“Fred, we both need to study.” You spoke, using a mom-like voice.
“Just an hour, I promise.”
“If I fail, I will blame you for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he guided you to the Boat house, near the Black Lake.
“It will be worth it.”
Dean Thomas and George were there. You were a bit disappointed; not because you didn’t like them, but because it felt like you could never get some alone time with Fred.
“Everything’s ready, good luck.” Dean spoke, winking at Fred.
“What are they…” Your question got interrupted.
There was something under the water. It seemed to be some kind of mermaid, but it couldn’t be because it was shining. Before you could ask, the thing jumped out of the water. It was, in fact, a mermaid – a firework shaped into a mermaid. It jumped in the air before cracking in all kinds of colours.
“I wanted to surprise you.” Fred whispered in your ear, “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful.” You replied. Your eyes were focused on the few sparks left, which were falling back to the water, turning into little fish for a few seconds before disappearing.
Dean and George left without any more words.
“I know you’ve been too busy preparing for the exams, but uh… I wanted to do something for our anniversary.” Fred spoke with a smile.
You blushed uncontrollably after realizing that you had forgotten your anniversary. It had been exactly a year ago when, in that same spot, Fred finally asked you to be more than friends. It had been one of the best days of that whole year, and you couldn’t believe you had forgotten it.
“It’s fine… I don’t blame you.” He joked, “In fact, I wouldn’t have remembered if it weren’t for George.” You giggled.
“I promise I won’t forget the next one.” You spoke shyly.
“So there will be a next one?” Fred asked with loving eyes.
“Yes, many more.” Fred smiled widely at your statement. He wrapped his arms around your waist, carrying you and spinning a few times before putting you down.
He stared at you, admiring every inch of yourself. He grabbed your tie, which had the colours of your house and sighed. “Who would’ve thought I would find someone like you in school?”
“Your parents met at school.”
“You know what I mean.” He laughed.
“Of course I do.” And with that, your lips found his in a tender kiss that would later be mocked by George, who didn’t really leave but decided to hide in the boat house to get some blackmailing material.
My idea of a perfect date: This is cheesy asf but uh I’ve always wanted to sit at the hood of a car, or the rooftop and stargaze the whole night. Talking about all kinds of senseless stuff, maybe listening to some music and, of course, eating all kinds of junk food.
What’s your idea of a perfect date?