BETTER LATE THAN NEVER [FRED WEASLEY]
request: “Not sure if you’ve already done this-if so,sorry!-but could you do a Fred Weasley Yule ball imagine?Thanks a ton! xx” — by @mias-small-obsession
a/n: you’re welcome! hope you like this 💓
It was a rare sight to see Fred Weasley in such a frantic and nervous state that some of the students who walked by chuckled to themselves before bothering to greet him, the red-haired boy unaware that he was probably sweating too much and that his hands kept on smoothing his dress robes while looking through the reflective surface of the knight in shining armor before him.
This was the night. This was going to be the night he finally confesses that he was hopelessly in love with his best friend who was also his date for the Yule Ball this evening. He was so thankful that she even agreed in the first place — well, he made sure that she would, anyway. Any boy who thought of asking her, he would block or forbid them, saying that he was already planning on asking Y/N first.
Fred widened his eyes and started to feel even more anxious than before when Y/N descended down the stairs, talking to a friend of hers, not even knowing how beautiful she looked with her yellow dress, its sleeves just draping below her shoulders while it flowed elegantly as she walked. He could vividly remember how she told him that the inspiration of her outfit was going to be from a Muggle movie entitled Beauty and the Beast. And certainly, she was indeed a Beauty for what he was seeing.
"Freddie!“ exclaimed Y/N once she saw him standing there with his jaw slightly hanging and his eyes still wide. "I’m sorry for taking too long. Just really wanted to make everything perfect.”
"You look perfect.“ Fred breathed out.
Y/N grinned, bowing down formally. "Thank you. I do try, you know.”
He snorted, moving closer and grasping her hand before placing a swift kiss on the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to have you tonight, m'lady.”
"The pleasure is all mine, kind sir.“ she played along, a soft chuckle coming out of her lips. "Now, let’s go inside. I can’t wait to dance.”
Fred nodded, taking the lead as they enter the Great Hall, their arms now linked together while both of them looked at their surroundings in absolute amazement. It seemed like the staff really wanted go impress the foreign schools that were staying in Hogwarts for the meanwhile, the decorations they had tonight much more breathtaking than usual.
"You really do look beautiful tonight, Y/N.“ said Fred, bringing her attention from the ice sculptures to him. "Just felt necessary to say that again in case you don’t know.”
"Two compliments in one night. I must be lucky.“ joked Y/N though the blush on her cheeks told him that she was pleased by what he had said.
Fred was mesmerized by her shy smile. "So, let’s dance?”
They joined the crowd, soft music filling the area where a bunch of couples were already swaying to the beat. Fred caught a glimpse of George dancing with Angelina Johnson, and when their eyes met, his twin brother winked and gave him two thumbs up before focusing his eyes on his date once again.
"Y/N?” Fred began as she placed a hand on her shoulder while he gently places his hand on her waist.
“Yes, Fred?” she brought their free hand together.
He wanted to speak but when she started to lead him in dancing, he couldn’t quite find the right words to say.
Finally, Y/N decided to break the silence. “Why are you so quiet?” she asked.
“I’m not.” he denied.
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Well, the only words that you managed to tell me is that I look beautiful — which, don’t get me wrong, is nice to hear — but I want to talk to you, spend the night having fun with you, you know, act like teenage fools and all that jazz.” she added the last part with a chuckle.
How could she be with me and stand there and not know that I’m in love with her? Fred thought to himself in frustration.
"Sorry.“ muttered Fred. "It’s just that —” he frowned. “I … I don’t know.”
"You don’t know?“ asked Y/N, pausing momentarily, the both of them now facing each other in the middle of the dance floor.
He took a deep breath. "I — er — to be honest, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, that’s why I asked you to go to the Yule Ball with me.” he scratched the back of his neck.
"It must be important if you don’t want to tell me on a regular basis.“ she smiled. "What is it? Is it regarding about the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes or —”
"Something much important than that actually.“ said Fred, a bead of sweat already falling on his temple that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.
She abruptly got his handkerchief from his front pocket and in instinct, began to wipe the side of his face with it. "Gosh, Fred, just tell me already. Why are you so nervous?” she chuckled.
He held onto her wrist. “I — I’m kinda — no, I’m really, I guess I just — bloody hell, this is impossible.” he frowned.
"Just spit it out.“ said Y/N impatiently.
Fred sucked in a deep breath. "I love you, Y/N. Not just as a best friend or a sister, but what I feel for you is something more.”
As soon as he said it, he wanted to take it back. The look on her face was so confusing he wasn’t sure whether she was pleased or somehow sorry because she could in no way return his love for her. But when Y/N suddenly brought her hand against his cheek, gently stroking it with a smile on her face, he didn’t seem to be as nervous as before.
"I love you too, Fred. It took you long enough, to be honest.“