Would you mind writing "*putting hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?" With Fred bc I feel like that's something he would do and it would make the reader all smiley and full of warmth and love and Ugh I love fred please and thank you honey
“I want to kiss you and hold your hand anytime I want” prompt for fred pretty please?
“Ah- I adore your laugh” with Freddie? I think this one would be cute combined with another but I cant make up my mind so you just do what you think is best! thank yoouuu
Can I have a Fred imagine with “whenever we’re together I feel at home” bc that’s honestly the cutest thing ever
I got you, hun 😘
Hogsmeade was beautiful this time of year.
Fairy lights and Christmas decorations adorned the village sprinkled in snow, resembling a post card you might receive from your grandmother. Students littered the streets as they ambled from store to store, no doubt buying last-minute Christmas gifts for family and friends.
You watched them from the inside of the Three Broomsticks with a small smile drawn across your lips. You loved this time of year. It was cinnamon and snow fights and stomachs bursting with Christmas pudding. It was excitement and laughter and joy filling every single corner of your face. There was something quite magical about Christmas and you relished in its festive glow.
Quite suddenly, someone had placed their hands over your eyes, plunging you into darkness and snapping you out of your reverie.
“Guess who?” a familiar voice fills your ears and tickles your heart. Your face aches from the smile that was splitting it in half.
“Fred!” you laugh and Fred dropped his hands from your eyes, sliding into the seat across from you.
“The one and only,” Fred grins, deviously.
“Thank goodness for that,” you remark, earning yourself a chuckle from Fred. “Where’s George?”
“With Lee,” Fred replies, reaching over and stealing a swig of Butterbeer, “I swear those two are shagging…”
“I’ll keep a look out for the wedding invitations, then,” you quip with a grin, “and get your own Butterbeer!”
“Aw,” Fred whines, “and I thought sharing is caring…”
“It is, but I don’t care that much…” you retort and Fred clutches his chest as though to heal his broken heart.
“We could have been something so beautiful,” Fred quips, his voice dripping in mock hurt, and you laugh. “Ah- I adore your laugh. Never, ever stop laughing…”
“I don’t think that’s possible, especially when you’re with me,” you smile and your gaze lingers with Fred’s for a moment longer than necessary. “So I suppose you want to hang around with me today because George and Lee have run off on a romantic escapade.” you state, taking a sip of what was left of your Butterbeer, “But what will I get in return?”
“My awesome and awe-inspiring company,” Fred remarks, flashing you a winning smile.
“Hm, that doesn’t seem like much…”
Fred smiles, a dare on his lips, “Well why don’t you accept my offer and see for yourself?”
You arch a sharp eyebrow, a smirk curving your lips as you pretend to contemplate your decision.
“Fine,” you sigh, “But only if you buy me another Butterbeer…”
Fred slides out from the booth and bows. “Anything for you, my queen.”
Scooping a handful of snow, you pressed it into a ball and launched it into the air with all your might, watching as it hurtled toward Fred. It hit the intended target and you only just managed to throw your arms up in the air to celebrate your victory before ducking behind a tree.
You couldn’t fight the smirk off your face as you reflect on the events leading up to this competitive battle.
You and Fred had spent most of the morning strolling around the village, ducking into various stores along the way until the two of you had caught up with George, Lee, Ron, Harry and Hermione and the seven of you were suddenly thrown into a vicious snowball fight. You had broken into teams; you, Hermione, Harry and Ron against Fred, George and Lee.
“That’s not fair! They have more on their team than us!” Lee had protested, outraged.
“Well what are we supposed to do, split Harry in half?” you asked, and Harry chuckled nervously.
“We won’t bother with that today,” George replied, casually, “Too much mess to clean up.”
“Besides, the extra person will make up for Ron’s lack of skills”, Fred remarked, earning himself a laugh from everyone but Ron, who had scowled through a very flushed face.
Throughout the course of the snowball fight, Fred had mercilessly focused his attacks on you, a fact that everyone acknowledged but ignored. It was clear that the fight between you and Fred was just another way to flirt with one another and to release the ever-present sexual tension that dangled between the two of you.
Pressing your back against the tree, you decide to risk exposing your hiding position lean forward, poking your head out to check your surroundings. Fred had disappeared. You bit your lip, grinning to yourself as you crept out.
Quite suddenly, an array of snowballs careered toward you and you broke into a sprint as Fred emerged from out of nowhere.
Fred chased you into the Forest, pursuing you with laughter bubbling from his lips, and you bounded away from him, running faster than anyone could believe. Fred’s long legs and Quidditch strength meant that he soon caught up to you in no time and cornered you against a tree, far away from the others.
“I give up!” you pant, throwing your hands up in the air in surrender, “I surrender.”
Fred chuckles, continuing his painfully slow approach toward you until you were flush against the tree.
“I might concede for the right price,” Fred teases with a devilish grin.
“Name your price!” you exclaim, a large smile spread across your flushed face.
He took a step closer toward you, still grasping onto the snowball he had formed. “A kiss.”
“A kiss?” you ask, eyebrow pricked in interest.
“A kiss,” he reiterates in a husky breath, “I want to kiss you and hold your hand anytime I want.”
“Is this your way of finally asking me out?” you tease.
“Maybe it is,” Fred replies, “I don’t know much, but what I do know is that whenever we’re together I feel at home.”
Your heart melts through the cracks of your ribcage. You clear your throat in an effort to compose yourself. “So if I become your girlfriend, you will save me from being pelted by an onslaught of snow balls?”
Fred nods, and you bite your lip. He looks gorgeous like this, a bashful, boyish smile against rosy cheeks and bright eyes.
“Alright then,” you reply, simply. “A kiss on the cheek. I don’t want you to think that I kiss on the first date.”
Fred drops the snow in his hand and closes the distance between the two of you, placing his hand above your left shoulder and leaning in dangerously close. Your breath is caught in your throat as his lips brush against your cheek, imparting warmth that tingles deliciously down your spine. Finally, his lips meet your cheek, and electricity sparks in the air.
You both feel it, magic buzzing between the two of you as you stare lovingly into his eyes. He gazes at you as though you’re a sky painted with stars, disarming you completely. It would only take a burst of courage to step forward and claim his lips, and you’re so close to him, you can see beyond the colour of his eyes. You can see his naked soul, all fire and flecks of gold, and you can feel the flames lick at your heart, and it takes a split second for you to make the decision.
“Fuck it,” you murmur and you reach up onto the tips of your toes and capture his lips in a searing kiss.
Fred reciprocates immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in closer and sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking permission. You grant it to him and he doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. He tastes sweeter than anything you could buy at Honeydukes, like a promise of adventure, filling your entire body with golden warmth while the world around you remains frozen. You want to hold him like this forever.
You break apart reluctantly and a smile cracks your lips as he beams down at you, kissing your nose.
Christmas was certainly a beautiful time of the year.