Harry Potter OneShots

°˖✧ sundays » fred weasley ✧˖°

—author's note: So, I think this is the moment where we say 'and they were roomates!'

—warning(s): mentions of food, gender neutral!reader (pronouns haven't been used throughout the story)

—wordcount: 1,517

Curled up on the couch, with a book on one hand and tea on another was perhaps your favourite state to be. It was Sunday and you were planning to use it as much as possible. The apartment was rather quiet which you found absurd. Your roommates had always been mischievous and the silence on a day off made you think whether you were a part of an elaborate prank. You knew George wasn't at home, he had a date with Lee, but the quiet still made you paranoid. Untangling yourself from your previous position, you got up and moved to Fred's door and knocked twice.

"You can come in," an exasperated voice came and you opened the door.

Fred was staring at the laptop screen in utmost concentration, running a hand through his hair. The room was a mess, the green bed sheets all crinkled and boxes laid open all around. That wasn't something new, his room always seemed to get dirty but the grin you were usually met with was missing. You knew that Fred sucked at muggle technology. He hated using a smartphone, as accessible as it was. Seeing him using a computer made you furrow your eyebrows.

"Fred, what are you doing?" you asked as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"You know how much dad loves the muggles and technology, right?" he asked and you nodded. "I thought of making him one of those video thingies but this is not working."

You tentatively walked to sit beside him, looking into what he had created. Pictures were haphazardly placed and he had 15 windows open all at once. Fred let out a groan. It pained you to make out what he was trying to do.

"Um, Fred, do you need the sound recorder right now?" you asked softly and he shook his head. Taking the laptop from him, you closed it.

"Which editing app do you want to use?" you asked next, seeing the five applications he had opened.

"The blue one with the owl? It's the only one I can get," he said as you clicked a few times clearing out his desktop. When you were done, you handed it back to him.

"I think things would be a little simpler now," you said getting up. Fred tugged at your hand, stopping you.

"Help me, please," he pleaded, his eyes and lips in a perfect pout. You found yourself smiling before you could help it, for you had never quite learnt how to say no to the man in front of you. And he did seem exhausted.

"Fine," you said, giving in. It wouldn't be too difficult, you had gone through the process more than thrice. Fred's face transformed into a wide grin you knew all too well. Trying to control your heartbeat, you sat down to the place he was gesturing. Though it had been years since you lived with him, you never quite got over the crush you had built for him when you first met. He was attractive and cheeky and seemed to have an uncanny ability to make you smile. Over time, you just started loving him even more. You never quite had the courage to tell him, being roommates and all. The fear of rejection outweighed all possibilities.

Fred shifted a little, your sides touching with his. He gave you the device as you separated the pictures he was using hoping to see what he did.

"Fred," you started. "What— what were you attempting to make?"

Fred crossed his arms, looking unsure.

"You know that thing you made for your friend's birthday? Where the pictures zoomed in and out?"