Fred had seen this young lady quite frequently these past few weeks, yet every time he wondered who she was: A Hufflepuff, that's all he knew at the moment, but it was undeniable to him that there was something mesmerizing, something unique about her that he was absolutley keen to find out more about. It was dinner time in the Great Hall and his eyes wandered around the room, stopping every time they met her, and slowly, Fred began thinking it was time for an approach. What was remarkable was that he hadn't really noticed her before; but one day, when he needed solitude and concentration to finish a book he had started, he had decided to go to the Great Hall, and that's where she often sat. He assumed she was a rather quiet person, but still, he felt the need to talk to her; her beauty was almost tempting to Fred, or, to boil it down: she was interesting to him in every way.
George was still occupied with dinner, whereas Fred was just sitting by his side, an empty plate in front of him. "What're you thinking about, mate?" George asked, whereupon his brother gave him a glimpse to make sure he was still eating. "Not much, just nonsense. When's Quidditch practice again?" – "This Wednesday. Told you already, but anyway, I reckon we should make sure we're not going to get detention, Angelina would kill us" – "Right, right. Won't guarantee anything, though" Fred smirked at his brother who was finally taking another bite of his meal. "Mind if I leave the table already?" he suddenly asked, looking quite startled at himself for having asked the question. "Am I your mother? To be honest, I don't really care, just be back soon enough so we can finish that assignment, right?" George replied and chuckled a moment later. Fred did not know why he had asked his brother like that, but he assumed it was his intuition that had told him to get up – after all, he was heading to the Hufflepuff table with a slightly reddish nose.
The reason for his sudden decision was the girl sitting alone at the table for a moment; she seemed to be reading while some other Hufflepuffs were finishing their meals, and Fred considered it the perfect chance to approach her. He walked up to her, feeling rather confident, and coughed softly. "Hey there" he said, "Mind if I take a seat?" The girl looked up, seemingly surprised to hear someone speaking to her, especially when she saw that it was a Weasley. And yet, she shook her head and smiled, putting a strand of hair behind her ear – Fred looked into her eyes; she had a very interesting gaze that was almost alluring to him. "Why would you come here, though?" she asked. Fred could hear a little witty doubt in her voice, which caused him to smirk. "I don't know, I'm just looking for company before I go back to the Common Room" – "Nice choice... You think I'm going to be good company? Well..." she replied, sounding as if she meant it, but she didn't want to show any insecurity from the start, and gave him a quick laugh to play it off. "I'm pretty sure you are" Fred said, his eyes wandering to the table's surface, "And I see you're doing homework?" – "Not exactly. Some Hufflepuffs have decided to sell butter beer and food at this week's Quidditch game, and I still need to organize how exactly we're going to manage taking care of so many students; plus, we have to make sure there are no First Years staggering around the pitch because of certain purchases from our stand" – "I'm very supportive of this concept, I have to say. I might even know some charms that could help you out in terms taming the little ones" Her eyes met his, whereupon she blushed slightly, but she once again smiled to hide it. "Which means?" – "Well, there are some that could give them a bit of a lesson. Or, you could just slip some of our Nosebleed Nougat into their butter beer, this would certainly help!" – "Yes, I've heard of that. Thanks for the advice, I guess I can consider this problem solved, then" she smirked while closing her notes. To Fred, she always seemed kind of witty, but he still couldn't figure out what she was trying to say, and thus he was more eager than ever to find out. Weak rays of sunshine from the warm sunset were making their way through the cloudy sky displayed on the Great Hall's ceiling, and Fred liked the way they slightly highlighted her face all of a sudden – his glimpse rested on her for quite a while, whereupon she seemed rather uncomfortable, causing Fred to speak again. "Well, I am called "the brain" after all, so no need to thank me. I'm pretty sure I'll see you at the game, and I'm also quite certain I will have a good butter beer afterwards" he said, "But what's your name? Just so I can address you properly, then" He found out that her name was (Y/N), and Fred was delighted to see that she had opened up to him a bit more, and yet, he could still not tell exactly how she felt about him - at least he had something he'd be occupied with for while, because he was still absolutely sure that he felt a sort of connection between him and (Y/N).
"Good game, you lot" Angelina panted, high-fiving all members of the team. She, along with the entire house of Gryffindor, seemed absolutely content over the win they had just scored, and hearing the students cheer from the platforms around the pitch made everyone feel more glorious than ever. Fred joined the claps from his fellow team members, but before going to the cabin to take a shower, he and two others made their way to a little stand located in the midst of the Hufflepuff platform – it seemed to be quite a good business, and Fred had been determined all week to go there, hoping to see (Y/N) again. When he made his way up the stairs, he already saw her serving people; his steps got a little faster when her glimpse caught his. "Oi" he said when he finally reached the stand, "So how's the big business going?" – "Hey, Fred. Quite good, people love this sort of thing as it seems. Some might have overstepped their boundaries already" – She was referring to some fellow Hufflepuffs chanting comical hymns in the lower section of the platform – "But it's all been okay. As long as I'm not the one who has take care of them afterwards, I'm fine. Good game, by the way! Congratulations!" Fred smiled at her compliment; he felt rather charming in his Quidditch gear, with stains of dirt tracing his face, and leaned on to the wooden counter of the stand. "Really good to hear that, (Y/N). Yes, some people... should've used some Nosebleed Nougat... well, but thank you very much! Listen, we're having a bit of an After Quidditch fiesta in our Common Room later. Any chance you want to come?" he said. (Y/N) looked rather startled, if not even irritated, for a moment; Fred could literally see how she was focusing again after a split second, and their eyes met. "Um, yeah, of course! Thanks, Fred. But can I just- come in?" – "No, I'll wait for you in front of the Fat Lady, right? Let's say in about an hour?" – "Yes, sure. Sounds good. Thank you" she said before waving at him while he made his way down the stairs again.
Fred had put on a fresh sweater of his and was now waiting in front of the Fat Lady, just as he had promised to (Y/N) before. She was not exactly on time, but she justified her late arrival with her poor sense of orientation, and Fred was highly amused over the fact that she hadn't really been to the Gryffindor common room yet. Before they went in Fred noticed that she looked rather uncertain once again, but before he could ask, she had already spoken. "Just one dumb question, Fred, before we go in. Why exactly... did you... ask me to come here?" she asked, the tone of the voice reflecting utter shyness, and blushed. Fred, on the other hand, frowned for a moment. "Oh, isn't that quite obvious?" he smirked, "Let's just put it like this: I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't find you any likable. You could say this is more... dating-wise." – "Dating-wise?" – "Yes, I just wanted to ask you out, that's it. And you're really nice to talk to, so I figured I'd just take the chance" – "So you're saying this is a date?" – "Perhaps... well, not really since we're in a room filled with dozens of people that're bonkers, but still, I think you get the intention behind it" She looked startled, if not even bewildered for a moment, but when she finally started smiling brightly at Fred, he felt as if he had broken the thickest layer of ice. "Seriously? That's great- I mean, I never really expected that to happen" she said, seeming genuinely surprised about someone showing that much interest; it was quite strange to Fred how she hadn't noticed his liking for her, but he deeply appreciated her reaction anyway. "Blimey, I've tried making it clear, actually... I might need to work on my flirting, then" – "No, I guess I was just being really oblivious. Merlin's beard, this is pathetic. All this time I thought you only wanted someone to talk to, but I was just so uncertain I simply excluded the thought of anything... bigger" she chuckled at herself while blushing slightly. "This is amazing, Fred. But you certainly have something to tease me with now, I can't believe I had no clue, I mean, I did like you from the start, but I seriously didn't-" – "Don't worry, child. This is probably the most innocent thing I've seen in a while" he smirked before asking her to enter the common room with him.
Fred and (Y/N) had spent a good amount of time together now, with (Y/N) opening up to him up until the point where they laughed so hard their voices went silent. They were overall hilarious with each other, and Fred was stunned by how she was so extraordinarily beautiful to him. As people around them still cheered and danced, they made their way to a corner that was a bit more quiet. Fred couldn't help but ogle (Y/N) slightly when she stood in front of him, and when their eyes met, she smirked. "What're you staring at, Fred?" she asked. Fred shrugged, and before he could answer, (Y/N) had already put her lips onto his. The kiss was, no doubt, very good, and to Fred's pleasure, it was remarkably long as well; he sighed softly when (Y/N) let go of him again. "Just to make things clear, Fred" she smiled.
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