Fred Weasley Imagine - The Boy Who Kept Fireworks in His Pocket
Okay, can I get one with Fred (obviously) where we are hanging out with my muggle friends and he leaves to go the bathroom or something and when he comes back he overhears my friends say how I could do a lot better and that he’s weird (the don’t know he’s a wizard and don’t get his personality) and he leaves (back to the burrow?) and I shout at my friends and then go back to the burrow and find him crying and I have to comfort him and it’s all fluffy and cute and long (please?)! - requested by somanyimagines (who is my friend starting to write imagines and you should check her out if you get the chance/are interested)
Sorry if I used anyone’s name in a bad way.
Outside the cafe the wind screamed, lightning flashed, and rain fell in torrents, but I was much too excited to care. I had finally brought my boyfriend, Fred Weasley, to meet my muggle friends, Jessica and Allie. I had been waiting for this moment for weeks - Fred really mattered to me, and so did they, so I was sure that they would get along well.
At least, I hoped they would.
Fred and I were sitting together in a booth at the corner of the restaurant waiting for them to arrive. I could tell how nervous he was, but he was trying to act confident. I snaked my fingers into his and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Fred,” I said, “You don’t have to be scared. Jessica and Allie don’t bite. Just be yourself, and I’m sure they’ll like you. Who wouldn’t?”
Just as I finished speaking, the bell on the door of the restaurant chimed and I saw my two best friends from childhood walk in. I leapt up from my seat to greet them each with a hug. Fred came to stand next to me.
“Jessica! Allie!” I was so happy to see them. They beamed at me, and then turned and smiled a little hesitantly at Fred. He grinned back.
“Hi!” he said, “I’m Fred. y/n’s boyfriend.”
“We’ve heard all about you,” Jessica replied, “I’m Jessica. This is Allie.”
“I’ve heard all about you as well,” he told them.
We made our way back to the table. Everything was going well - smooth conversation, no awkward pauses - until the waitress came to take our order. Fred had only been to a few muggle restaurants, and was still a bit confused on how to order his food.
As my boyfriend stumbled through his order, a plain hamburger with a side of fries, I saw Allie shoot Jessica a strange look.
But that was quickly forgotten as the conversation progressed. Jessica and Allie told us all about high school, only pausing to ask a few questions.
Then, the food arrived. Everything was delicious - I had been going to this burger joint since I was a child, for good reason - and the table grew silent as we all ate our food.
But the table was only silent for a short period of time. About a third of the way through his hamburger, Fred reached into his pocket to get something and bam. A mini explosion shook the table.
Food was everywhere. It ran off the walls and dripped from the ceiling around our table.
The whole restaurant stared at us, shocked. Jessica and Allie were sitting frozen, staring at Fred. All of our food and drinks had spilled, and it looked like a food fight scene from a muggle movie.
Fred, on the other hand, was desperately trying to avoid making eye contact and blushing furiously.
The waitress walked over cautiously. “Sir, you can’t have fireworks in the building.”
Fred and I were the only ones in the building that knew the truth about those ‘fireworks.’ They were some sort of prototype for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and quite magical, although we couldn’t tell anyone that.
Fred nodded and said, “I’m sorry. I forgot that I had that.”
Jessica rolled her eyes and Allie looked away. I blushed. I already knew what they were going to say as soon as he left - bad things about Fred. But I also knew that none of it would be true.
Spilled soda dripping on to my lap brought me back to the current situation. I grabbed a couple of napkins and started cleaning up the table, but it wasn’t making much of a difference. This mess was going to take a lot more than a few napkins.
“Maybe we should leave,” said Jessica, scrubbing at a ketchup stain on her white shirt.
I nodded in agreement, and asked the waitress for the check. Fred fumbled for his wallet, but I stopped him. He, like most wizards, always had a hard time with muggle money. It would just be easier if I paid - Fred had already made a bad enough impression on my friends.
He looked down at his shirt, and as if for the first time, noticed the spilled food and beverages on his clothes. He mumbled something about going to the bathroom, and after I told him that we would meet him outside, left.
Jessica, Allie, and I walked out into the storm. The rain was still pouring down, so we huddled against the side of the building.
After a few awkward moments, Allie turned to me. “y/n,” she said gently.
I cut her off. “He’s not always like this,” I began.
“y/n, you can do so much better,” Jessica cut in, talking over me. “Look at him. He’s not even cute, and he acts like he’s never been out in public before.”
Lightning flashed in the distance, and the rumble of thunder followed soon after.
“Besides,” Allie added, “I don’t really think that you should be dating someone who keeps fireworks in their pocket.”
I bit my lip. Fred really was reckless sometimes, but he was so much more than that. He was kind, and funny, and awkward, and adorable, and so many other things. Why couldn’t they see him for who he really was?
“I think you should break up with him,” Jessica finished.
“But - “ I began.
“No, y/n, listen to us. You can do so much better than him. You wouldn’t have even looked at him before. He’s ugly, and his jokes are dumb. Why don’t you two just break up?” Allie looked at me.
I glared back at her. “You two don’t understand. I love him.”
“Come on,” Jessica said, “We’re in high school! It isn’t like it’s meant to be.”
“He’s a loser, and you aren’t,” Allie put in, “y/n, we just want what’s best for you. We’re right, and you know it. Remember Eric, from school? You could date him. You two were perfect for each other.”
Suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore. “No, we weren’t. Eric was a stuck-up idiot who had the IQ of a jellybean. Fred and I are meant for each other. I love him. If you won’t respect that, then maybe you two should leave.”
As soon as I had finished speaking, lightning struck, much closer than before. The thunder was deafening, and I saw the lights flicker out inside the cafe.
We stood there awkwardly for a few moments, until Allie and Jessica turned away. But before they got into their car, Jessica turned around one final time. “y/n, we missed you. But … you’ve really changed. I … I don’t think we should hang out anymore.”
That hurt. First they were insulting my boyfriend, and now they didn’t want to be friends. I bit back tears as I thought of all the times we had laughed, we had had fun together.
Ping. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out, trying to keep it out of the rain, to discover that Allie had unfriended me on Facebook. Seconds later, the same notification from Jessica followed.
A tear rolled down my cheek. All those years spent making friendship bracelets and having sleepovers for nothing.
I stayed huddled against the building, shivering in the rain for a long time. Too long. I was so distracted thinking about Allie and Jessica that I had forgotten about Fred.
Eventually, I walked back into the now dark restaurant. I found the same waitress as before cleaning our table and I cringed. That had to be a chore.
“Excuse me?” I asked quietly. She turned to face me with a frown.
“I thought you all had left.”
“I’m sorry about the mess,” I nodded to the table, “But have you seen my boyfriend? He was the one with red hair.”
“I couldn’t miss him,” she said. “Sorry honey, but he went out the back door almost ten minutes ago. Thought you were waiting for him there.”
I nodded and felt my eyes fill with tears - yet again.
Less than two minutes later, I was driving in my car with a cup of coffee (from the waitress, who evidently felt bad for me). There were a few places I could think of that Fred would go, but only one was close.
I had to get to the Burrow. Fred had to be there. He just had to.
I stepped inside to the Weasley’s house without even knocking. I had been over so many times that I was used to it.
When I saw Fred’s rain-soaked jacket and muddy boots, I let out a breath that I didn’t know I had been holding. Thank god that I figured out where Fred was.
I headed quietly up the stairs to his room, and heard something that chilled me to the bone. Fred was crying. He must have heard what Jessica and Allie said. What had I done, taking him to meet them? Why hadn’t I realized how much we had all changed?
I stepped into the room and saw Fred staring out at the rain with tears pouring down his face.
My heart broke.
“Fred,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry.“
He jolted and turned to face me, wiping his cheeks quickly. “y/n. I think you should go.”
“Fred,” I repeated, “I love you.”
His voice broke. “Why would you? How could you love me? I’m ugly, and stupid, and my jokes are dumb, and I’m a loser, and - ”
I cut him off with a kiss that he didn’t reciprocate.
His eyes were full of pain when he spoke again. “Come on, y/n, you shouldn’t date someone like me. I’m holding you back.”
I could see how much my friends’ words had hurt him, and the thought made me ache. “Fred, don’t you understand?”
He turned away from me, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
“I love you. I love your freckles and your red hair. I love the way you look. I love your jokes and your sense of humor, even if it’s a bit unusual. Maybe I love it because its unusual. I love everything about you.”
He continued to face away from me, watching the rain hit the window, but I refused to be deterred. I sat down next to him and took his hand.
“You aren’t stupid at all. You’re much smarter than I am, and much smarter than Jessica and Allie combined. You have a business! You’re practically rich! How could you be a loser?”
He was still staring outside at the awful weather, but he gripped my hand.
“Fred, I love you.”
He looked at me - looked me right in the eyes - and kissed me.
I held him close even after we pulled apart. We sat pressed together and I noticed the way his red hair curled gently away from his face. The way his freckles formed constellations on his cheeks. He met my eyes and I saw for the first time the flecks of green in his.
Even when I tried, I couldn’t see how my friends thought he was ugly.
“What are you looking at?”
“You.” I pulled him in for another kiss and worked my fingers into his hair. After a few moments, I couldn’t help myself. I smiled into his lips.
Why? Because I was happy we were together. Because I loved him.
I loved the boy who kept fireworks in his pocket.