fred on fred

favorite book scenes: poa

“Harry!” said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. “Simply splendid to see you, old boy - ”
“Marvelous,” said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry’s hand in turn. “Absolutely spiffing." 
Percy scowled.
"That’s enough, now,” said Mrs. Weasley.
“Mum!” said Fred as though he’d only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. “How really corking to see you-”

“Merlin, can’t you two wait until you’re behind closed doors?”

When Victoire and Teddy finally announced their relationship, the entire family went crazy. Aunt Fleur had long been suspicious of the two, and James and Fred had even made a bet with Uncle Ron and Aunt Angelina. 

The pair outside the Burrow.

Taken by Louis.

anyway imagine faith and fred practicing with their crossbows together for the first time and faith being all like ‘aight lemme show you how it’s done’ and fred’s just ‘ok, but don’t laugh’ and fred Kicks Butts and faith doesn’t even have a reaction at first she’s just !!!!!!!!!!!!!! hOW bc she’d never seen fred in battle before and she Assumed fred wasn’t the greatest at it bc ya know, she’s the brain and all meanwhile fred’s just blushing a lot and “oh, that was nothin’ you’re just sayin’ that.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Are drabble requests still open? If so, may I request a vv fluffy Fred Weasley drabble? Like smth with hot cocoa and blankets? And flufffff? Thank you in advance if you can!

It’s already ten and the sun’s setting, but Fred takes your hand and tugs you to the back door. “Come on, we’ve got somewhere to be.”

He lugs a backpack onto his back and hooks his fingers under the strap, gesturing with his chin for you to follow him.

You trail behind him, blanket he shoved at you in your arms. “Where are we going?”


“Oh, really? I couldn’t tell.”

Fred grins at your sarcasm but says nothing back. He leads you through a thicket of trees, holding branches up for you to climb under and brushing away any bugs in the path.

“Honestly, Fred, where are you leading me?”

“D’you know the meaning of surprise?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re not planning on murdering me, right? Because it sure seems like it.”

He grins at you and waggles his eyebrows. “Perhaps.”

“Well, I told Angelina we’d be going out tonight, so she’ll come find you if I go missing.”

“As if Angelina’d have any luck catching me.”

“She knows all of your tricks. It’d be too easy.”

“She doesn’t know all of them. If I were easy to read, you’d know what we’re doing, now wouldn’t you?”

You roll your eyes and duck under another branch. “Just tell me, would you?”

“Sorry, love, not a chance.”

You groan, earning a chuckle from Fred. “It’s already dark out. What are you planning? Just tell me.”

“So impatient.”


He smiles at your pout. “Fine, but only because we’ve made it.”

He pushes up another branch, revealing a wide, empty field. One with a perfect view of the stars above.

You shift, holding the blanket in one hand and reaching for Fred’s without thinking. A chorus of crickets sound as he slips his hand into yours.

He tugs you into the middle of the field. “Go on, put the blanket down.”

“Star gazing?” You question, a familiar feeling of butterflies swirling in your stomach as he digs in the backpack.

“No, just lying in a field waiting to see what animal tries to eat us first.”

You smack his shoulder. “Already trying to ruin a beautiful evening?”

“Wouldn’t have to try if I wanted to, would I?” He grins again and shoves a thermos at you. “Here. George and I whipped this up earlier.”

You screw the top open and squint before the smell wafts up to you. “Hot chocolate?”

He shrugs and scoots closer to you. “In case it gets chilly out. I even added some whipped cream to yours.”

You melt. “Fred, that’s so sweet.”

“Yes, well, I figured I owed you something for helping me come up with that wonderful prank.”

“McGonagall’s gonna kill you when you get back in September.”

“You’re going down with us, you know.”

“No way.” You snuggle closer to him when he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “I didn’t set up the prank.”

“Maybe, but you had the idea. You’re practically an accessory to pranking.”

“I am not getting detention because you chose to do something dumb. That’d be like getting thrown in jail for saying someone could start the burrow on fire.”

Fred’s eyes widen and he pretends to gasp. “How dare you make that threat? I’m calling the police.”

“Oh, go away.”

He grins and kisses the top of your head. “You don’t really mean that.”

“I should.” You grumble, earning another laugh from him.

He taps his thermos against yours. “Cheers.”

“So,” you say, wiping your top lip after you finish taking a sip of the drink, “do you actually know where any constellations are?”



“Honestly, but I think I can find some. It can’t be that hard, can it?”

“Have a shot at it, then.”

Fred cranes his head, peering at the sky. He’s quiet for a moment, glancing at you when you giggle.

“Harder than you thought?”

“What? No, I was just waiting to see if you could point out the obvious constellation right above us.”

“Obvious, huh?”

“Yeah. You can’t see it?” He points up in front of you, waving his hand in a vague shape.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Well, that’s your loss then.”

You giggle again and point out an actual constellation. “The big dipper, see?”

When Fred shakes his head, you reach for his hand and trace the ladle with it.

You spend the rest of the night curled up next to him, pointing actual constellations and pretending to see the ones he sees, some of which include a hippogriff, dueling gnomes, and even Snape’s nose.

The night’s as perfect as you could hope for and, when the sun starts its slow climb back over the horizon, you end the date with a slow dance courtesy of Fred’s radio.

Though you’re tired and your stomach hurts from laughing, you wish you could spend the rest of summer break right there in that field.