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I’m Sorry? - Fred Weasley Imagine

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Can you do a imagine with fred? Fred and y/n (or my name Emma) are already dating. She is a "tough girl and is very protective about her boyfriend. They both are in the quidditch team and Fred gets hit by a bludger. Then while he is in the hospital wing Y/n /Emma goes and almost kills the guy who hit fred. Fred wakes up to Y/n/Emma apologising to the guy on the hospital bed. Sorry it was so long, I just found your blog and absolutely loved it. xoxo

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-A/N: Omg this is my first imagine since I stopped writing about a year ago💀 I’m sorry guys but I think I’m back to stay😂

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Emma’s POV

The Great Hall was filled with talking. The loud noise seemed never ending and it made Fred anxious. Wherever you would go around the school, you would hear the same topic that’s been going around the past week.

“Gryffindor is going to win this last match for sure! No doubt about it!”

“Pssh. Yeah right, Ravenclaw is going to win. Gryffindor is a lost cause.”

The talk around school put everyone on my team on edge. A lot of people are counting on us but a lot of people are counting on Ravenclaw to win as well. I look behind me to see the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team along with majority of its house throwing Gryffindor table nasty looks. I turn back around to my breakfast which is now unappetizing then I look at Fred. Little beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face and his hands trembling. I grab his hand and entwine our fingers together.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” I nod my head “Honestly, I feel like I’m about to throw up the piece of toast I just had.” I scrunched my face up at the thought but laughed it off to make Fred feel better.

“It’s all just a game. We’ll be fine.” I reassured him.

“Yeah but everyone is counting on us.” He sighed hanging his head low. I put both my hands on his cheeks and brought his face close to mine basically forcing him to make eye contact with me.

“Then we’ll try our best out there. Whether we win or lose, they’ll still be proud of us. Plus, I got your back Weasley. Always.”

“Forever?”

“I did say Always didn’t I?” He smiled at my response and leaned forward giving me a long kiss. It wasn’t rough nor overly passionate. It was soft and loving. Then the bell rang. Everyone in the Great Hall jumped from their seats and made their way down to the quidditch pitch. Oliver Wood was going over techniques that we’ve been practicing for the past year as if we were first years barely learning the art of quidditch.

“Yes mate. We heard you the last three times.” George muttered walking ahead of Oliver to talk to Lee Jordan who was to commentate on today’s match.

It was like a blur. First, I was walking down to the quidditch pitch then I was flying high fighting against the harsh wind gusts and torrential rain. Everyone was wrapped in their raincoats and clutching onto their umbrellas for dear life before they would be swept away by the winds. It was hard to hear what my teammates were saying due to the loud downfall of rain along with the cheering of the crowd.

We’re ahead two points which is a shocker because of the conditions we’re playing in but that gave us hope to continue forward and try our hardest these last few stretches remaining in the game. I flew past Harry to get a better look at the defense on Ravenclaws team but then I saw it. A bludger going straight towards Fred.

“Fred! Fred! Look out!” I went as fast as my broomstick could but I was a few seconds too late. Fred heard me yelling but couldn’t understand a word I was saying. As he got hit full force on the stomach, he went unconscious and fell off his broomstick. I screamed out before grabbing onto his arm but as I grabbed his arm my cheap broomstick began to descend at an alarming rate. Me and Fred hit the ground with a thud but I quickly recovered myself and hovered over Fred’s face. I kept wiping off the rain that would splatter on his face.

“Fred! Fred wake up! Fred!” Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonagall appeared beside me. Mcgonagall put her fingers against his neck for a few seconds.

“He’s alive and he should be fine.” She stated. Hagrid took Fred to the Hospital Wing and I trailed behind them. I turn to hear snickering come from two Ravenclaw players and I knew which one hit the bludger in the first place. Vincent Tilly, great quidditch player to most and a dead man to me.

My shoes squeaked as I walked through the corridors, my shoes filled with water and my entire body soaked from the downpour outside. Once I saw Madam Pomfrey begin her healing process with Fred, I stormed out of the Hospital Wing. It wasn’t a hard task to find Vincent, he goes to the same place he always goes after each quidditch match. The Clock Tower.

He explained to everyone the reason why he goes to the Clock Tower after each match. To supposedly give thanks to Rowena Ravenclaw but, in reality, everyone knows he goes up there to get tipsy before going to the afterparty. I make my way up the staircase all the way to the top and as I turn the corner there he is. He was sipping out of a fire whiskey bottle mumbling about the girls he was going to make out with tonight.

I rolled my eyes as I took out my wand and pointed it at him. I moved from behind the corner keeping my distance and cleared my throat. His eyes widened, quickly he took out his wand but I was quicker. I sent his wand flying over the edge of the tower.

“Don’t move.”

“C’mon now Emma. What are you trying to do?” He smirked.

“I’m trying to get justice for the fact that you almost killed my boyfriend today!”

“Please. Your boyfriend couldn’t handle a little bludger?”

“Here. Let me show you how a real bludger feels when it hits you. Stupefy!”

At this moment, I felt great then my heart sank as I saw Vincent fly back and fall down the very long staircase of the Clock Tower. Every time I heard a thud, I scrunched my face up in pain as if I was the one rolling down the stairs.

“Uh-oh”

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Fred’s POV

I rub my eyes with my hands before slowly opening them to view the Hospital Wing. It seemed dim in the room but then I remembered that it’s been pouring all day long and not to mention the dark sky that came with it. I can hear thunderstriking outside the windows and very low chatter in the room. One familiar voice caught my attention, I turned towards it to find Emma near a patient’s bed.

“Vincent... I’m really sorry.”

“For?” He spat. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Do I have to say what for?! I said I’m sorry like five times already!” She whisper yelled but I can still hear them conversating clearly.

“That’s not enough! You nearly killed me!”

“Well you nearly killed my boyfriend so I would say we’re even!” He turned his head away from her.

“Fine. I’m sorry that I stunned you.”

“And?” She huffed and crossed her arms. “And?” He repeated.

“And I’m sorry that it made you fall down a flight of stairs!”

“A flight? I fell down three flights!”

“It’s not my fault that you kept going down! I- I tried to stop you but you just kept rolling!” He waved his hand at her.

“Thank you for your unapologetic apology! Now leave me alone!”

“Fine but I’m sorry okay?” He grunted at her which made her sigh before turning around and spotting me.

“Freddie!” She beamed running to my bed before giving me a tight hug making me groan. “Sorry sorry. How are you feeling?”

“Just a little sore but I feel more better now that you’re here.” I smiled giving her a quick kiss. She sighed content with me being well. She snuggled into my side and put her hand on my chest.

“So,” I started making her look up at me. “You tried to kill Vincent today?”

~Kristian

Updated Masterlist

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Under The Blanket Pt. 2 - Fred Weasley Imagine

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~ Hey hey what do u think about Under the blanket pt 2. The expression on reader’s brothers face and they acted awkward in front of him and eventually he found them kissing or something. Anyway love ur blog and i am a huge fan of ur writing!! ~ Could you do a one shot were Fred is trying wake up the reader and she ends up accidentally punching him in the process and he gives her a hard time about it? This upcoming month is going to be really stressful, I need Fred fluff to stabilize me, and your so good at it. Thank you! ~

A/n: I’m so so sorry for the delay of imagines and my absence on this blog. It’s towards the end of the school year and that’s usually the hardest time for me. Luckily and fortunately, school is ending June 1st meaning that I will be writing for you guys all summer! I’ve recently read some of my imagines and felt extremely guilty for leaving you guys for so long! Please forgive me! Also, don’t forget to go check out my Wattpad! It would really mean a lot to me!😄If the link isn’t working, just search up my username @Kristian_Gabrielle

http://my.w.tt/UiNb/QnqhUlcFlD

Also, I’m sorry if the ending isn’t so creative. I’m writing this during class.

Under The Blanket Pt. 1: https://weasley-imagines.tumblr.com/post/148944454101/under-the-blanket-fred-weasley-imagine

~(Y/n)’s POV~

It was so surreal. I kissed Fred Weasley and it’s totally what girls at school talk about. My friend, Sarah, told me what it was like to be kissed for the first time, It absolutely fascinated me but back then I had no hope. I’m a Slytherin while my crush is a Gryffindor but that didn’t necessarily stop us from kissing. I always thought that people from each house always gone by what their house founder did but Fred is different.

He wasn’t like Godric Gryffindor, he didn’t always want to compete against Slytherin unless he had to but that only happened when Gryffindor were playing against them or against Malfoy.

It was the last day before Fred and George would have to leave back home but that didn’t stop Fred from constantly seeing me. He seemed to use the bathroom excuse quite often, it’s only been two days since the kiss. I was wrong. Wrong about everything, I shouldn’t have let myself think other wise just because we’re different because really, in the end, we’re both just humans.

When we we’re eating breakfast, my brother was talking to George while me and Fred just held hands under the table. His thumb would gently massage circles on my knuckles, it was nice. I noticed that my brother constantly eyed us from the side, Fred was oblivious but I know my brother like the back of my head.

Often when a boy talked to me, my brother would do three things.

1.) Assume that the boy is my boyfriend, automatically

2.) Make the boy’s life a living hell until he stopped talking to me

3.) Give me the talk.

He wouldn’t do those things unless I have evidence that the boy isn’t my boyfriend. My brother’s crazy, no doubt, but I’m glad that he’s protective.

Fred visited me again after breakfast. I quickly closed the door and kissed him, he gently pushed me down on the bed as I deepened the kiss while wrapping my arms around his neck. We’re such teenagers. After about a two minute make out, I pulled back for a little break.

“We have to be careful” I whisper brushing a strand of his ginger hair away from his face.

“Why?”

“My brother would literally kill you if he saw us kissing.”

“No, he wouldn’t”

“Yes, he would” I laughed, Fred smiled at me.

“I love you, you know that” I rolled my eyes at him.

“I love you too” he kissed me again but passionately and more roughly than before making me laugh in between kisses. I ran my hands through his ginger hair and pulled on it making him bite my lip. I heard the door swing open and instantly regretted not locking it. I pushed Fred off of me and saw my brother with his mouth wide open.

I quickly covered Fred with my blanket, it slipped off him making me frown. It was no use anyway, he already saw him but I thought that it would at least help soften the impact on my brother.

“I- I was choking on something” I blurted out of nowhere trying to make up a story to explain as to why Fred’s mouth was upon mine.

“Yup. I was choking and Fred was trying to save me.” I’ve never seen my brother with a face like that before. He was most definitely shocked but he didn’t seem angry. Well, to me he didn’t. I don’t think he believed my story either, I thought it was pretty believable…

After Fred and George left back home, I went to my brother’s room. I explained to him what happened but he kind of ignored me. I threw pillows at him until he stopped but in the end he accepted my apology and then he accepted me with Fred. I knew he would in the end. I know him like the back of my head, like he does mine…

~A Month Later~

Excitement made my heart race quickly. My brother invited Fred and George for another stay, to be honest, I was completely unsure and anxious. He seemed to be very quiet on the subject of Fred, I thought that it didn’t bother him but then again, he is my brother. I’m like him, in a few ways, playful, witty, sneaky…

I had a feeling that he was up to something but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. My brother knew lots of things about me. My favorite food, weather, positive thoughts when I’m sad, etc. etc. He never really used it against me but now, since I have a boyfriend. He might just use it against Fred.

I was so happy to see Fred, we constantly sent each other letters over the monthly span. It sounded weird, honestly. We just kissed and then fell in love. Cheesy and cliche, just the way I like it. I smiled halfway through our kiss just thinking about it.

We all played in our pool while my parents barbecued in the backyard. It was hot and we needed a cool down. George and my brother were having a noodle fight while me and Fred just talked occasionally spraying one another with one of the water guns.

“Don’t worry about him” I assured Fred, he too felt skeptical about my brother. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my forehead against his. “You’ll be fine”

The day with on slowly with the miserable heat until my dad finally got the AC to start working, with a little bit of magic, of course. My mom wanted us all to relax while she cooked dinner. I ended up falling asleep in my room while the boys played some quidditch outside.

I was tired, warm and probably dehydrated which lead to me having unusual yet illogical dreams that even I would consider a nightmare. It was really weird. I was walking around Hogwarts by myself until I appeared in the girls bathroom where I had my potions class.

“Turn to page 394” Snape said, books appeared out of nowhere. I flipped through the pages but couldn’t find it, it was missing.

“Page 394” he repeated.

“Alright. Alright.” I mutter still flipping through.

“It’s right here silly”

I screamed as moaning Myrtle flipped one more page. When can she touch things? She alike the books, appeared from nowhere.

“Wake up. Wake up.” Snape said then Myrtle began saying it too.

It was only a few seconds before I closed my eyes in my dream and then opened my eyes to reality. It was dark and my eyes had a hard time adjusting, there was a face hovering over mine. I screamed as loud as I could before punching the intruder in the face.

“Ow!” I quickly ran to get the lights. It was Fred on the floor holding his, probably, broken nose. “Why did you bloody punch me?!”

“It’s not my fault!” I tried to explain “I was having a bad dream! Besides what were you doing waking me up?”

“Your brother told me to wake you up for dinner”

Then it struck me. My brother and family know that I’m a heavy sleeper and when they wake me up and get to close they might get punched. He knew alright, that’s why he made Fred wake me up.

“I’m so sorry. Here let me see it”

“No” he mumbles turning the other way. After a two minute silent treatment, he finally allowed me to fix his nose. He was mad at me for the rest of the day, ignoring me.

At night, when everyone was asleep, I got up and snuck into the family room where the boys were sleeping. I gently tapped on his nose, he slowly opened his eyes then closed them again when he saw me. He turned over so his back faced me.

“Don’t touch my nose” he said sleepily “You might break it again”

I grabbed his shirt and tugged on it making him turn over again.

“I’m sorry” I whisper. He doesn’t respond but he does wrap his arms around me tightly, I bury my face in his warm chest.

“I forgive you.” He said after a long moment of silence “Just don’t punch me again” he laughed quietly.

“I can’t make any promises” I whispered making him smile and gently kiss the top of my head.

~~Kristian