W a r n i n g: there is one swear word
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Seven in the morning. The warm orange rays of the sun hit your face and shoulders, slightly annoyed about it but also it felt really nice especially on top of something. You had, of course, fallen asleep on Fred's naked chest, his left arm around you, probably sore.
You looked up to see him sleeping silently and peacefully, his face turned on your side. He looked like a small puppy who had finally found his home. His ginger hair looked like flames in the sunrise, especially the hairs that fell on his face, his skin was soft and with a rosy pink undertone. Finally, the small freckles on his face and body were crystal clear now. His lips were slightly chapped and the fake blood from yesterday's party had left a stain on the side of his lip. Those tiny details made him perfect. Who would have thought the Fred Weasley, the notorious and outgoing prankster would be the complete opposite whilst sleeping.
You felt him slightly move and stretch from your side, signaling that he was waking up. He opened his eyes slowly and seeing you curled up beside him, made his face light up.
"Morning, beautiful." He kissed the top of your head and moved even closer to you, if that's even possible.
"Good morning, Freddie." You smiled at his gesture.
"Was everything alright last night? I wasn't too harsh huh?" Fred asked concerned about your well being. Who wouldn't be? He was just perfect yesterday.
"You were perfect Fred. Don't worry about it. But I really have to get up. The girls hopefully haven't noticed that I was gone—"
"Wait, were are George and Lee?" Fred asked, looking around his room. They were nowhere to be found.
"You locked the door! Of course they wouldn't be here, you idiot." You smacked his forehead lightly, earning a scrunched up face from him. You covered your self with the Fred's blanket and tried to get up but immediately fall back to the bed. Your legs were shaking and everything down there hurt.
"(Y/n)! You okay?" Fred said worried, coming to sit on your side, his arm around your waist
"I don't know...My legs are shaking and, uhm, everything hurts." You winced out of pain a little bit.
Realisation struck Fred and he had a huge grin on his face.
"What?" You looked at him confused.
"Oh nothing." He came closer to your ear, just by being by his side sent chills down your spine. "I just fucked you so good you can't even walk." He smirked even more now. You faced him, your expression shocked and blushed, and hit him in the back of his head. "Ow! Okay okay sorry—it's the truth though."
"Ugh, shut up!" You stood up holding the sheets around your body and collecting your clothes that were scattered around the room. Picking up everything instead of your underwear which you couldn't find anywhere, until of course you turned around to see Fred holding them up in the air.
"Looking for these?" He winked.
"Yes, can I have them back?" You reached to grab them but he pulled them away from you. He held them high so you wouldn't reach them, even if you try to jump to get them.
"What's the magic word?"
You signed, "Please?"
"Only because you asked so nicely." He gave them to you and you snatched them from his hand, heading your way to the bathroom to change, even if it was your costume.
"Hey hey hey, where are you going?" Fred said already dressed up with his usual style.
"To my room?"
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One Of A Kind ||A Fred Weasley Fanfiction||
Fanfiction(Y/n) Black, the daughter of Sirius Black, was nurtured by the Weasley family, forming strong bonds with all of its members. However, her affection ran particularly deep for Fred Weasley, the older twin. As time went on and their lives became intert...
