Pre- Proposal - Fred Weasley Imagine (requested)
Request: So, I went through your whole blog and fell in love with one of your imagines, written by Daizy, called Proposal about Fred proposing. I was wondering if you could continue the story, maybe do little bits of them together while they were in school?
“Quit it, Fred! I’m serious stop it! I need to finish this paper and frankly you’re not helping one bit!” y/n complained halfheartedly, using her free hand to shove her boyfriend Fred away. Fred merely pouted for a second or two, still refusing to give up as his calloused fingertips swept over y/n’s sides and tickled her mercifully. y/n howled in laughter, throwing her quill to the ground on accidental reflexes. The couple laughed together, completely in their own special little world not caring about the rest of their house in the peaceful Common Room.
Nonetheless, other students had taken notice of them and were eyeing them in jealously. The soft kind of jealous that leaves you mourning for such affection and longingness, not the bitter quenching type that only tears people apart.
“Why can’t I have a relationship like that? It’s not fair! How can two people be so utterly perfect for each other?” Hermione whined glued on Fred and y/n. Ginny huffed, setting her Potions book down on the wooden table top in front of the couch Hermione and her were sitting. For the entire length of the day, Fred and y/n had spent together chatting about by the steaming fire about useless topics and the most randomness things that came to their minds.
“I know… I mean at least they’re happy.” Ginny mumbled in a reverie tone. Whenever she set her gaze on the two, all she could imagine was Harry and herself in their position but as Hermione had told her, it was most likely a school girl crush and she’d grow out of it sooner or later. Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, returning back to her previous studies giving the couple a pinch of privacy.
Fred had his arm thrown aimlessly over the back of the couch, slithering around to settle to y/n’s lone shoulder. This was a common gesture and seemingly brought a tidal wave of unwinding emotions. Sort of like a sugar cube dissolving in a scorching cup of tea, melting away into oblivion. y/n smiled faintly, nuzzling into the crook of the Weasley twins neck forgetting they weren’t the only ones in the room. Fred’s lips found their way to y/n’s head; placing a chaste kiss making her feel warm and fuzzy, then cold again once they retrieved.
“I could get used to this. Every morning waking up next to your bright beautiful face. You being the last thought on my mind when my body falls into slumber, then the first thought on my mind when I awake. Not that you aren’t right now, because you are. But think about it, owning a place of our own and rising a big loving family and growing old together…. I’d bet you’ll look hot with wrinkles and blinding white hair.” Fred snickered. Y/n swatted him in disbelief, mouth agape. She was aware of the joke but played along; scared she’d get teary eyed if her mind wandered off to what he had been rambling on about before.
“C’mon, love. I’m only joking but I will still love you. No matter what happens, that I can promise. Truthfully, it’d be an honor to grow old with you Miss. y/n y/l/n and I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else. Any other girl would be a waste of my precious time, not you though. So I suppose this is me saying, I promise one day I will ask for your hand in marriage and I will refuse to ever stop loving you. May it be tomorrow, next week, a year from now, or maybe even ten years from now, I promise to love you with the same, if not more though I highly doubt that’s possible, passion that I do right now, today in this very room. I want you, y/n. For the rest of my very existence.”
Fred finished, voice cracking to silence. Y/n’s mouth grew dry, not sure of what to say. No words could capture the precise love she felt swelling in her heart for Fred at that moment. It was an adventure, every second with Fred. A great winding road trip to new and unexplored feelings and experiences, fraught perhaps with perils and conflicts. In a story, the adventure is the complete reason for their being; it’s the whole reason for the uncut story-world’s existence.
y/n’s face was marked with a stitched on smile, one that was true and genuine but unable to leave. Unable to find the right words, y/n lunged forward taking Fred’s face in her hands to give herself better access to his lip, which were covered by her own. It took Fred a brief blink of an eye to register the situation and kiss back with such passion y/n’s body tingled with an undoubtable rush of electricity. Pulling away, y/n grinned grabbing ahold of Fred’s hand who stroked his thumb along hers,
“As it would be an honor for me to grow old and wrinkled with you as well. I intend to keep my end of the promise too, I love you handsome.”
“Just as I love you, y/n.”