Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter three

Knock knock knock

"Who is it?" Ginny shouts in a sleepy voice, skating Hermione and I awake.

"It's Ron. Can I come in?" He shouts back.

"Ugh. Why so early?" She groans "Sure, I suppose." Hermione hides under the blankets, pretending she's asleep, embarrassed by what she looks like when not washed up.

"Ginny, mum needs you to start doing the laundry for packing, y/n can you just wake everyone up, and Hermione-" He stops as his eyes search the room until they fall onto the lump on her bed. A small smirk forms across his lips, knowing that she's awake. "You can help Ginny fold the clothes if you want." He then closes the door with one swift motion.

We all excitedly get out of bed with smiles across our faces, realizing where we will be going today. I quickly get up and rummage through my pile of clothes to grab my black skinny jeans once again. Paired with that I took one of my white tank tops, a red flannel to layer on top, and my black high tops.

Ginny and Hermione wandered downstairs with a basket of worn clothing, leaving me alone to finish getting ready. I brush my hair through quickly and did a little makeup, wearing some mascara and highlighter on my inner corner.

I stop at Percy's room first, leisurely knocking on his door. Immediately, the door swings open, he stands in the doorway, staring at me, wearing a blank face. "Good morning." I nod awkwardly, turning towards the stairs. I eventually make my way up to Fred and George's room.

I knock on the door with a few quick taps, no answer. I knock again, less gentle this time. In response, I hear a voice mumble from inside the room. "Who is it?" George asks in a muffled voice, sounding like his face was in his pillow.

"It's y/n."

I hear a soft groan and heavy footsteps coming towards the door. Expecting George, it was my surprise that it opened to reveal Fred. Shirtless. The oxygen left my lungs for a quick second before I realized he was looking down at me.

"Oh um, your mum wants you two to get ready for Hogsmeade." Looking away and regaining contact with his soft, brown eyes repeatedly.

"Yeah, we'll be ready. Right George?" He looks over his shoulder, his one arm up, leaning against the door's frame.

"Mhm." I hear in reply, George still obviously half awake. Returning back to me, he snickers lightly. I furrow my brows, giving him a confused look.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. You just don't look bad today." He shrugs his shoulders, giving me a grin.

"Thanks?-" I feel my cheeks start to warm at the slightly backhanded compliment.

"Okay, see you later." I blurt before darting down the stairs, almost tripping on a step.

Back in Ginny's room, her and Hermione were almost finished getting ready. "Hey y/n/n should I wear my hair like this or-" She says as I walk in, stopping mid sentence to look at me. "Oh my gosh. Your sweating and your cheeks are bright pink. Are you feeling well?" She questions with a worried expression. My eyes widen.

Was it that noticeable?

"Oh yeah I'm fine. Just running around the house I guess." I respond, whipping my forehead with the sleeve of my flannel.

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When everyone was ready, we all gathered at the Weasley's fireplace. Mr.Weasley had a bag of floo powder in hand while having a conversation with his wife. I strode up and stood in between Fred and Ginny. "Alright everyone ready? Not forgetting anything are we?"

He glances over at Ginny. "Nope! I've got everything!" She slides her arms on top of Hermione and I's shoulders. We have a little laugh and then Mr. Weasley starts toward the fire place.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" His eyes glide over the long line of us, eventually landing on the twins standing in the corner of the room. "Fred, George come on." They walk forward and take a pinch of the powder, sprinkle it into the bright orange flames, turning them a neon green instantly, and step in.

"The Three Broomsticks." They both declare in unison and disappear into thin air.

After the fire turned back into its original color, Mr.Weasley turned his gaze over to me. "Your turn y/n." He announces. I start fidgeting with my fingers.

"Now would probably be a good time to tell you I've never done this before." I say under a nervous laugh.

"Oh it's okay dear. Ron can show you. He's done it dozens of times." Molly assures me. Ron steps up to Mr. Weasley and looks my way. "You take a pinch, toss it into the fire, wait until it turns green, step in, and clearly state where you want to go. Harry messed that part up his first time." 

Harry rolls his eyes with a grin on his face causing everyone to snicker in response. "And then you should disappear and reappear wherever you said you wanted to go." He finishes, giving me a reassuring smile

"Oh yeah, and I suggest not to inhale while in there. Learned that the hard way..." Harry adds; I giggle. When I turned back to Ron he disappeared.

Doing exactly as he said, I stood in the green flames, stating my desired destination, and feel myself getting dizzy. I close my eyes and feel myself hit the wooden floor of The Three Broomsticks.

"Bloody hell are you alright?" Ron asks giving me his hand and pulling me up.

"Yeah." I respond, trying to focus on his face within the spinning room.

Soon enough everyone was standing in the pub. "Let's go!" Ginny shouts grabbing Hermione and I's hands, yanking us out of The Three Broomsticks, the boys (except Percy) tagging along with us.