𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Second Star to the Right | F.W. x Reader

Summary: On a certain night when Y/N can't sleep. "Peter Pan" immediately comes to her rescue.

"Can't sleep either?" A familiar voice asked as I looked up, going down the last step of the stair, my heart beating faster as I saw Fred.

I smiled as I sat down next to him on the couch, enjoying the heat of the common room fire. "Yeah. And it's pretty obvious that you have the same problem."

He nodded, "Yeah, I was just thinking about someone."

"Who?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." Fred said, causing me to pout.

He smiled as he looked towards the window, "Wanna go stargazing?"

I glanced over at the window, "Sure. Why not?"

A sparkle suddenly appeared in his eyes, a telltale sign that he had an idea.

"Wait here." He said as he took off up to his dorm room.

My mind wandered to what his idea was, probably a last-minute prank. I have been in love with the redheaded twin for as long as I can remember. I know, it was just like any other story, falling in love with your best friend.

"You ready to go?" He asked, interrupting my thoughts, causing me to look up at him, my jaw dropping.

He was wearing a green shirt and pants of the same color, similar to the style of Peter Pan.

A thin band was around his head and a small green hat was on his ginger hair. He looked at me, a huge grin on his face, waiting for my reaction.

He was dressed as Peter Pan.

"I think it's a bit too early for Halloween." I joked.

He laughed, "It's not actually for Halloween. It's for you." He said.

I was taken aback, "Me?"

A sheepish grin grew on his lips, "Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I just remember about the muggle fairytale you told me. The one about Peter Pan and Neverland."

He glanced towards the window, "And to go to Neverland, you have to go to the second star to the right and straight on till morning."

I looked at the sky, sure enough there was the second star to right, shining brightly in the night.

Fred held out his hand, "So, wanna go to Neverland?"

I smiled, taking it, "Take me away then, Freddie. Or should I say, Peter Pan?"

We ran through the corridors, our laughter echoing off the walls, hiding to avoid the teachers every now and then.

We arrived at the Black Lake still laughing like crazy, the wind blowing through our hair. We sat down on the grass, taking a quick break.

"So," I said, leaning on my elbows, "how did you manage to acquire that costume?" I asked.

He blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I've had help from Harry and Hermione."

I smiled, looking up at the night sky, "But why, Peter Pan?"

Fred grinned, "I think that I kind of liked the idea of going to a place where no one would care how childish you act. The idea of having comfort in showing that no matter how old you are, you could still be a child at heart." He turned to me, "Besides you were the one who told me that story."

I laughed, "So, let's say Hermione told you that story."

He chuckled, "I would definitely forget about it within 2 seconds."