empty-tea-cans said to weasley-twins-imagines:
Hi! Could you maybe write a Fred imagine where the reader gets sacred of a thunderstorm late at night and sneaks to Fred’s dorm to cuddle? Maybe super fluffy? (Umbridge is headmaster so it could be really risky). Thanks!
Sorry for not being active for so long!!!! I have SO MUCH work :( hope you like this one! I am currently in a super-needy-of-fluff phase, so yay this is just one of my fantasies throughout the day lol
The rain kept getting stronger and stronger. It was a foggy, rainy day in October. A perfect one to start autumn.
The whole Gryffindor Common room was in a warm, fuzzy mood that evening. Everyone had their blankets down from their rooms and the thickest socks. You were sitting in front of the fireplace, curled up in your softest blanket with a cup of tea. The amount of people in the room only made it warmer, headmaster Umbridge forbid to leave Common rooms after 6 p.m. Not that anyone would want to leave, the halls were freezing cold.
“Hello, pumpkin!” you heard and looked up. Your boyfriend Fred and his twin sat down beside you, Fred pecking your cheek.
“Wow, a nickname for the season,” you laughed, put down your tea and snuggled into his side.
“Of course, I need to treat you the right way,” he said and stretched out the blanket to cover his legs.
“You two are just adorable,” said George with a sarcastic smile.
“What’s up with him?” you asked Fred, who was now brushing your hair.
“Oh, nothing serious, a certain girl ignored him,” he smiled and earned a glare from his brother.
“Ooh, George, tell me about–“ you started, but were interrupted by the biggest thunder you ever experienced. You got startled easily by these kind of things, and this time was no exception. You squeezed your face into your boyfriend’s tummy, not being able to move. Fred, knowing about your fear, bent down to hug you entirely and slowly calmed you down.
The whole evening was a rough ride. About four big thunders scared you and you almost weren’t able to speak after so many shocks. When Fred saw, that you were completely worn out, he wrapped you in your blanket, put you in his lap and stood up. You had each leg on one side of his body and your head resting on his shoulder. He walked to the base of the girl dormitories’ staircase, but there was someone blocking his way. Headmaster Umbridge installed portraits like the Fat Lady on both girls’ and boys’ dormitories entries so only students with their dormitories could go up.
Luckily, Roberta was a kind lady and liked Fred. She saw your scared face and lovingly swept open. Fred took you up to your room and put you in bed.
“Now baby, you know I can’t stay. They’ll check the dormitories at 11. Are you gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll be fine. Thank you,” you whispered and kissed him on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you,” he kissed your nose and quietly left.
Suddenly, everything became so bright. You shot up into sitting position. Curtains around your bed were not closed and a sudden flash of light startled the night once more. Then it came. A thunder so loud, you thought you were going to go deaf. Pillow around your ears made it a little better, but another one scared you again. The other beds were closed up, so you didn’t see any of your roommates.
The night settled in again and you with it. But no matter what, you couldn’t sleep again. Your heart was pounding and adrenaline was flowing through your body. Your eyes were completely opened.
After two hours – the big hour in the Common room sang twice – you still couldn’t sleep. The rain was pouring down your windows, not seeming to stop. Several small thunders caught you unprepared and after some time, it was enough. You couldn’t do it on your own anymore. You stood up and quietly tiptoed down the staircase.
“Where do you think you’re going, Miss l/n?” Roberta was kind alright, but she was also very strict. She was hired by Umbridge, after all.
“Roberta, you know I’m scared of thunderstorms. I couldn’t sleep for two hours now and I just can’t stand these lightnings anymore,” you told her with a pleading look in your eyes.
She seemed to really doubt your truth-telling, but gave in, seeing how shaky and scared you were. “All right, let me wake up Adolf,” she said, leaving and reappearing in a moment on the picture of a small old man, snoring in his armchair.
“Adolf? Adolf! This young lady would like to go up. She has a very urgent and true reason and I let her,” she loudly explained to the old man.
“Well, Roberta, if you say so, let her go up, there’s no need to wake me up!” He cried out with a rusty voice and immediately fell back asleep.
Roberta smiled at you and opened the portrait, “they won’t check the rooms anymore, you might as well stay up there till morning.”
“Thank you, Roberta,” you smiled at her and ran up the stairs.
“Hey, what are you doing here? Wait, it doesn’t matter, you’re with me now and there’s no need to be scared,” Fred said as you woke him up. He pulled you down into his bed, wrapped his arms around you and covered your face with kisses. His smell alone calmed you down so much and you slowly drifted back in your dreams.