Title: New home 

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female!Reader 

Word count: 1.2k 

Published: 2 April 2021 

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore 

Notes: Just a fluffy little nothing :D

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You loved Fred Weasley since the moment you first laid eyes on him. As if it was fate, from on that very magical day, you just happened to be around him, accidentally bumping into him, having the only space available beside you in classes, giving him no option but to be seated beside you. For a mere second you thought it was a coincidence, but when he finally asked you out it became very clear that it was anything but a coincidence. Fred made sure to be around you at all times and it seemed you were the only one who didn't know about his interest in you.

Of course, you fell for his bubbly, loud personality as much as his good looks. There wasn't a single thing you didn't like about him. He certainly got on your nerves at times, wanting nothing but to pull your hair out, but if anything that made him even more irresistible.

You were walking towards a large black door, with two cardboard boxes packed on top of each other, trying to balance them in your arms. From the clattering sound, you were fairly sure it contained kitchen utensils. Gently kicking the door in with one leg, you stepped inside the house with a large smile across your face, stopping for a moment to look around and admire the interior. Moving wasn't something you were comfortable with as you have lived in the same house since the day you were born. But knowing that particular day was the very first of many that you were to spend living together with Fred, having your own house to yourself made up for all the negativity within you. The simple thought of waking up beside Fred every single day made you smile foolishly.

"I love you, darling, but you are scaring me," he snorted as he stood beside you with three other boxes in his hands, holding them as if they weighed nothing. "If I knew moving together with me would make you this happy, I would have asked before," he added as he hinted a small kiss on your cheek and walked past you, heading towards the kitchen.

"Well, you could have," you pouted, thinking about the imaginary scenarios you could have experienced with him if he had just asked you to move in with him sooner. Heaving a heavy sigh you followed him to the kitchen. "Your timing has never been the best," you shrugged as you placed the boxes on the dining table.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he frowned in confusion.

"It took you a year to ask me out, it took you a month to kiss me and it took you 3 years to ask me to move in with you. Let's be honest, Fred, you love taking your time," you grimaced playfully.

"It's not my fault you didn't show any interest in me. It took me months to even get you to look at me—,"

"Hold on a minute!" you cut him off. "I have liked you way before you liked me, sir," you snorted in disbelief. "It's not my fault you were too blind to realise it,"

"True—," he nodded seriously. "I don't even know what I was thinking. What foolish person could resist this?" he smirked as he ran his hands over his body in a comical manner, making you laugh loudly.

"Oh, I love your confidence," you replied as you walked up to him, hinting a kiss on his lips.

"What can I say?! I'm pretty handsome and I have a quick mind. I'm quite a catch if you ask me," he smiled proudly.

"I'm glad you are happy with yourself, do you care what I think?" you asked with a questioningly raised brow.

"I think I already know. You are moving in with me after all," he snorted with a wide and proud grin across his face. You looked at him with a deadpan expression, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want me to turn around? I'm not sure I have space beside that huge ego of yours in this house," you retorted.

"Come on, love, that's one of the reasons you fell for me," he winked playfully as he wrapped his arms around you. "Besides, you love me too much to pack up and leave," he chuckled with a proud smile across his face. However, you wore a serious expression, one that clearly showed you were debating your options. You weren't angry at him, you could never be, but for Godric's sake he needed his ego to be humbled.

Removing his hands from you, you walked back to the table and picked up the two boxes, heading towards the exit. "What are you doing?" he asked with confusion in his voice.

"Don't you know me?" you turned around with an innocent smile on your face. "I always do the opposite of what I'm told to do. Now, I will prove you wrong, pack up and leave," you turned back around and continued towards the door. Sure, it might have been a low blow and not the most ethical joke, but if anyone, Fred had practiced the worst of his pranks on you at times. He deserved a bit of humbling experience.

"Hold up there, princess," he ran after you with a panicked expression as if he really believed you were ready to leave. "I didn't mean any of that. I was just joking around. Let's just go back to the kitchen, we will make a cup of tea and sit down—," he started looking around frantically as if searching for something. "well, we don't have chairs yet," he added quickly, searching for any other furniture that you could occupy.

"We have a bed," you replied with a cheeky smile across your face as you placed the boxes on the carpet. Standing up, you met a very confused Fred, a deep frown sitting across his brows. You raised a questioning brow, trying to make him understand that you were only joking. "Where is your quick mind now?" you asked, chuckling.

"It wasn't funny," he pouted as he shook his head, realising you hadn't even thought about leaving. Although he looked like a sulking little boy, he couldn't hide the small smile in the corner of his lips.

"Fred Weasley, do you really think I'm such a fool to leave the best person that I have ever met? I would head to St. Mungo's straight away," you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, enjoying his arms sneaking around your waist, pulling his body flush against yours.

"So, we have a bed, huh?" he asked chuckling, but you just rolled your eyes.

"Yes, we do, and it will still be there after we finished packing," you added with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, come on, we need to break it in," he tried to change your mind, but you just shook your head with a content smile.

"How is that saying? 'Good things come to those who wait'," you giggled as you hinted a kiss on his cheek, picked up the boxes that you foolishly kept bringing back and forth and headed to the kitchen once again.

"You will be the death of me, woman!" he groaned, but reluctantly started packing, knowing the faster you were to finish with the boxes, the quicker he could get you to break-in that bed. 

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