Weasley Twin Imagines

Half a Heart // F.W.

Warnings: THIS IS NOTHING BUT FLUFF AND PINING with one swear word but who cares?

Word count: 3.2k

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The tattoo appears on your eighteenth birthday. As the clock strikes midnight, a part of your body would begin to burn as the soulmate brand would be burnt into your skin. It didn't hurt much; as painful as burning yourself on a pair of straighteners or catching yourself on an oven door. It didn't last long either; ten seconds of pain and it would disappear – leaving behind a soulmate mark.

As the pain ends, you fling yourself out of bed, rushing to the bathroom attached to your dorm room and pulling down the collar to your pyjama shirt. There, you find a delicate and small tattoo in the shape of half a heart.

Slowly, you run your fingers over the new mark on your skin. You shudder slightly; the skin still tender to touch as you admire it in the bathroom mirror. Staring at your reflection, taking in the bright eyes and flushed cheeks, you couldn't help but wonder who could hold the other half to your heart.

Biting your lip, you let yourself indulgently fantasise about a certain redhead who had captured your attention in Fifth Year and was still to let it go. You give in to the indulgence; daydreaming about what it would be like to have Fred Weasley as your soulmate – to know that you have the rest of your lives to memorise every inch of him, to commit to memory the sound of his laughter, the shape of his smile, and the taste of his lips.

You shake your head at your reflection; berating yourself somewhat for falling for such daydreams. That was all they were after all. They were simple daydreams that would soon fade with the ringing of the bell and the hustle and bustle of students getting to their next class.

Turning away from the mirror, you switch off the light in the bathroom before getting back into bed. Dreams of Fred only moments away as your fingers dance over the new soulmate mark once more.

Pulling your covers to your chin, you let yourself dream of a future where Fred was your soulmate and your lives were only just beginning.

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Rubbing your eyes, you repress a yawn as you reach for your morning glass of orange juice, already waiting for you in your usual seat. Smacking your lips at the tangy taste, you send a smile in Fred's direction, knowing it was him that poured it for you. He knew all too well that the first thing you liked to do before eating or socialising in a morning was have a drink of orange juice to bring yourself round. He had started pouring it for you in Fourth Year, and it seems in Seventh Year, he had no plans to stop.

This morning however, he had poured your orange juice and upon meeting your eyes with the first sip, he silently mouthed a "Happy Birthday" to you. Bashfully, you mouth back your thanks, grabbing a piece of toast and the jar of marmalade. You want to roll your eyes at yourself; feeling ever the teenager for harbouring such a crush on the prankster of the school.

Hermione grabs your arm; turning your attention from your breakfast to her. She looks at you with wide eyes, "Did you get one?"

Conversation quietens around you as the rest of your friends begin to realise just what you and the bushy-haired brunette are talking about. You smile at her, "I did. It came last night."

Her eyes are wide as she asks, "Did it hurt a lot?"

You shake your head, "It hurt for a second and then it was over."

She relaxes at your words; her anxiety about her upcoming eighteenth birthday lessened somewhat. However, she soon perks up once more, "Can I see it?"