Harry Potter One Shots

tired eyes are the death of me // f.w.

summary: a quiet night in the common room between fred and reader

warnings: none

word count: 2k

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Fred, George, and Lee found themselves racing into the Gryffindor common room at top speed with panting breaths and silenced laughs. It was a few nights before the holidays and they had just set off an exploding Christmas present in Professor Umbridge's office.

It was late at night, the best time for a prank as extreme as sneaking into Umbridge's office, which allowed them a clear path through the hallways as most students were already tucked into bed at this point. They were not expecting any Gryffindors to be awake in the common room, which is why they did not hold back in releasing their loud laughter.

"That was brilliant!" Lee squeaked out, grasping for air as his infectious laugh echoed off the walls.

"I wish we could see the look on her face when she opens it." George snorted, "Surely she doesn't think she's receiving a gift for her stellar teaching skills."

It didn't take long before the rambunctious behavior of the three woke up the girl sleeping on the couch before them.

"Hey, quiet down, would you?"

Lee had jumped at the sound, probably still on edge and afraid of facing the wrath of Umbridge. Their gazes softened once they realized who it was. Y/N Y/LN, their longtime friend and fellow Gryffindor. She rose up just enough to see their faces over the back of the couch. It was obvious she had just been woken up, puffy eyes, tangled hair, and a red blanket laying haphazardly off one shoulder.

"Blimey," Lee sighed, placing a hand on his chest, "Scared the daylights out of me."

Y/N exhaled a breathy laugh, bringing up on hand to rub the sleepiness from her eyes.

"Yeah?" She quipped, "How you do you think I felt being scared awake by the three of you cackling through the common room?"

George snorted, "Sorry, Y/N. We were just getting back from setting up one of our new pranks in Umbridge's office, wanna hear about it?"

"I'd love to Georgie, maybe tomorrow though, yeah?"

George playfully rolled his eyes but nodded, bidding Y/N a goodnight and following Lee up the stairs to their dormitories.

Fred's hands were stuffed in his pockets, standing in his place behind the couch. Soft brown eyes glowing as the reflection of the fire danced within them. A grin tugged at his lips, he'd been staring at her this entire time. Godric, she looked absolutely adorable, he thought. He felt his breath hitch as he looked down at the jumper she was wearing, it was his. He remembered exactly when he'd given it to her too. It was before a quidditch match, a particularly cold one at that.

"Go on, put it on." Fred encouraged, looking down at the hesitance in Y/N's face.

She rolled her eyes and obliged, slipping the sweater over her head. The sleeves fell past her hands, the end reaching her thighs, but she could've sworn it fit her like a missing puzzle piece. She was engulfed in warmth and Fred's scent that had her cheeks warming up as she realized.

"See?" Fred quirked a brow, "Much better."

Y/N chuckled, "Thanks, Weasley."

"It looks great on you." Fred leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall deep into the endless pit that was loving Fred Weasley. His soft lips on her skin and his scent filling her nose, she scrunched up the end of the sleeves in her fists, resting them on his chest.