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Alright - Fred Weasley Imagine

Requested by @hp-imagines-l0l Hey :3 could you do an imagine for me please where it’s y/n and Fred and they’re messing around playing jokes on each other late at night and y/n nearly falls over ( idk how this would happen lmao) but Fred catches her by her sleeve, in the process revealing self harm? Idm if you don’t like writing about this sorta stuff xxx

Trigger warning: Contains mention of self harm

The fire was blazing in the Gryffindor common room. The room was bustling with students, just returned from the winter break and happily reunited with their friends. You were no different. With Fred, your best friend, you were sat in an armchair in a corner. It felt positively blissful to be back with him, at Hogwarts. The holidays had been tough for you.

“There’s something on your shirt,” Fred grinned, pointing. You looked down, only to be tapped on the nose by your friend. You threw him a half-hearted glare before the two of you burst out in a fit of giggles.

Fred’s brother Percy took this opportunity to glance disapprovingly in your direction, this only made you laugh harder. He looked away angrily and turned up the radio to block the two of you out. You could now hear the song playing – Dance Like a Hippogriff. This was a favourite of you and Fred.

Practically throwing you off his lap, Fred stood up and began to dance. It wasn’t long until he forced you to join him, taking you by the hands and twirling you around. Your reluctance was short-lived and you were soon getting into the song.

In an ambitious attempt to execute a move you tripped, plummeting towards the ground. You braced for impact, only to feel a hand around your wrist. Fred was quickly loosing grip, as your cardigan slipped off your arm. His other hand took yours and pulled you upright. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. Then he pushed your sleeve up to your elbow so that it wouldn’t fall off again. He started dancing again as you anxiously pulled the sleeve back over your forearm to hide your scars.

His smile faded, clearly something had caught his eye. Fred bit his lip nervously and pulled you towards him. “Please don’t do that,” he begged. “Don’t hurt yourself.” You didn’t say anything but held on tight to him. As you buried your face in his chest, he brought your wrist to his lips. “You shouldn’t have to hurt yourself to feel better.” He whispered. “You deserve to be happy,” he continued, emphasising each word with a kiss against your arm.

Your body shook a little with sobs of gratitude. This only made hold you tighter. You stood together like this for what felt like forever, until eventually you heard Fred speak.

“Fuck off, Percy.” This was enough to make you laugh even in your sorry state, and you began to think that, just maybe, everything would be alright.

Awwwww I love this💘

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