Individual Success Part 2 (Fred Weasley x Reader)
i strongly advise you to go reread part 1 to refresh your memory
“Miss Y/N, it is time you take your medicine.” The nurse from the nursing home said to the lady with the greying hair.
“I have to take medicine?”
“Yes, you do.”
“And right after you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?” Y/N asked perplexed, she could not think of anyone who would want to visit her.
“Yes a visitor. Fred Weasley.”
“Who’s Fred Weasley?”
And the nurse did not reply, just looking down at Y/N with sad eyes.
“Miss Y/N, your visitor will see you now. Would you like to go meet him outside or shall I get him to come in?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to go out?”
“Well, you don’t like the cameras much.”
“Cameras? Why would there be cameras for me?” Y/N asked.
The nurse led her out to the front door of the home, where two journalists were indeed standing.
“Now now, she is not in shape for questions gentlemen, quit wasting your time here.” The nurse said to them protectively.
“Hi.” A man approached Y/N, a tall man with kind eyes behind the wrinkles on his eyelids, and flaming red hair.
“Hello.” Y/N responded, shaking his hand.
She couldn’t quite grasp it, but there was something in this man’s eyes when he looked at her that made her feel oddly at home.
“Shall we go in?” The nurse came in between them and walked them slowly up the steps into the garden of the nursing home.
The two sat down at a small table. Fred merely looked at her, a small smile on his face.
“So. How are you today Y/N?”
“Oh I’m fine. And you? Um what was it again?”
“That sure is a nice name.”
“I love the color of your hair! And it hasn’t faded with age?”
“Us redheads don’t age.” Fred winked.
As much as he smiled, there was some unknown pain in his eyes, Y/N thought. She wondered why.
“So, what brings you here?” She asked the stranger.
“Just came to visit you.” He replied.
“Have we met before?”
“Oh, it’s complicated.”
“Interesting. So what do you do?”
“I used to run a joke shop.”
“A joke shop! How fun.”
They sat there for a little bit, gazing at the afternoon sun.
“It’s awfully boring here.” Fred huffed.
“Yeah. Why don’t you tell me a story?” Y/N suddenly asked Fred.
Fred looked at her.
“I can’t think of any.” He said.
“Anything, just tell me any favourite story of yours.”
“Well there is this one. It’s my favourite story of all times.”
“What’s the name? Maybe we have the book here at the library.”
“Oh no need. I know it by heart.” Fred said with a twinkle in his eye.
“There once was this girl. Who was in love with a boy. They both went to Hogwarts.”
“Is Hogwarts a school? I think I’ve heard of it.”
“Indeed.” Fred continued.
“They were very much in love.”
“I swear to God Fred if you push me-“
Fred picked Y/N up by the waist and leapt into the lake with her still in his arms. Y/N mounted to the surface of the water, sputtering and coughing.
“God, you little-“
But Fred interrupted her probably inappropriate words by planting his wet lips on hers.
“Get a freaking room!” George bellowed a few meters away, interrupting his water fight with Ginny.
“That sounds very cute.” Y/N hummed.
“Oh yes. That couple was very very cute.”
“Did they end up together Fred?”
“Oh, it’s very long and complicated. But we’ll get there my sweet Y/N.”
“So. They were very much in love. But they were both very very ambitious. The boy wanted to start a business. And the girl, wanted to become minister.”
“How good for her!” Y/N exclaimed. “But the boy’s business sounds a little bit risky no?”
“Wow, that’s very ambitious.” Y/N says. “And um, this shop you will open, it’ll be just like Zonko’s?”
“Yep. Better.” Fred adds.
that’s a lot of work for you guys to do then.”
« Eventually, their dreams lead them apart. » Fred continued the story. “So after the boy left school, the girls stayed and passed her exams. However, when she graduated she went straight back home and for a year they did not see or talk to each other. There was a war you see, so as much as they wanted and longed to see each other they could not. After said war, both of their careers were blowing up and they once again could not have seen or talked to each other. They were too busy to even write.”
“Then what?” Y/N asked, captivated by this story.
“Then, the girl became Minister. And the boy opened up his shop. It was actually very hard for the boy, now that I think of it. For months he couldn’t even look at a newspaper in fear of having to see her picture in it.”
“Did he ever get over it?”
“Well, you see he was so depressed that one day his brother came and set him up with an old school friend, Angelina. And they got along very well and decided to be together.”
“So the boy moved on from the girl?”
“No, not really. The girl got engaged; but I think both of them still would never be able to forget about each other. Anyways, so one day the girl walked into the boy’s shop, for ministry business.”
Y/N grasped the golden orange doorknob, pulling it; not showing any emotion.
Counting the Galleons, Fred’s gaze was on the counter in front of him. The little bell on the door gave a tinkle, as someone opened the door.
Y/N stepped in, her head turning to look around before stopping at the cash register.
Hearing the sound, Fred looked up, expecting just another customer.
Their eyes met, and the room filled with tension and emotion.
“After that brief encounter, for some reason fate kept bringing them together. They ran into each other in shops, at restaurants… for some reason they kept seeing each other.”
“Well, one day coincidentally they both visited their old school. Without consulting each other or anything, they just both went on the same day. And they obviously spoke to one another.”
“Hello.” Y/N said politely, the tension in her throat killing her.
“How are you?”
“I’ve seen your shop, it really is a phenomenal success.”
“And you too, not a day goes by without me seeing a picture of you somewhere.” Fred chuckled, awkwardly attempting to hide the pain of having to see Y/N’s face everywhere on papers.
“Well good. I’m happy to hear you are doing well.”
They both just nodded to each other, looking deep into each other’s eyes. They felt their heart give a painful jolt at the feeling of getting lost in each other’s irises.
“Fuck it.” Fred breathed and cupped Y/N’s face to kiss her. Y/N returned it, and so forcefully they backed into the old broom cupboard they used to visit quite often in their student days.
“Oh I’m so happy they kissed!”
“Well actually a little more than that.” Fred smiled his old teasing smirk. “After that, it all went by so fast. The boy couldn’t live without the girl and after realising that fact, he broke up with Angelina.”
“And, the girl?” Y/N inquired.
Fred smiled, his stare piercing into Y/N’s soul.
“What do you think?”
“She left her husband for him?”
“This story sounds familiar.”
Fred looked at Y/N, as if he was waiting for something to happen. But all Y/N did was look down.
“Well, thank you sir. I think I’m going to go take my afternoon nap.”
“I-it was my pleasure.” Fred said, his voice breaking slightly.
Y/N nodded and smiled at him politely as she walked out. Fred sighed. He made his way out to the front door where his family was waiting.
“Well?” George asked.
“Not today Forge, not today.”
“One day, don’t worry.” George said, clapping his twin brother on the back.
“I know. One day, she will remember. Remember me.” Fred said, looking up at a window, the sun reflecting on his glassy eyes.
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