The Lone Wolf | Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Chapter 62: Home Sweet Home

~.~.~Parts 155-160~.~.~
•3rd Person POV•
TW: There is swearing in this chapter, as well as mentions of torture. Please read with caution, put yourself first :)

Y/n immediately smiled at the sight of the flat. Nothing had changed since she had left, the surfaces were clean and tidy, the pillows were out of place and the mugs were put away. She took in the smell of vanilla and cinnamon and felt relaxed instantly. Like the tension was fading from her body.

"It's so nice to be home." Y/n smiled, taking in the sight.

"It's so nice to have you home. Trust me." Fred sighed happily looking at a smile on her face.

"How have you two survived?" She giggled, "You've had to learn how to cook?!"

"I borrowed one of mums cook books." George replied, standing up slightly straighter.

"Do you're saying that you've made more than shepherd's pie?"

"Surprisingly, yes. George now makes a great tomato pasta." Fred smirked at his twin.

"And I make a mean chicken bake." George added, cocking an eyebrow.

"Do you want me to cook tonight?" Y/n offered, slightly hoping that they would say no. She still felt too weak to stand up by herself.

"Absolutely not!" Fred said loudly, "You've just gotten back from the hospital, you need rest. You're not cooking for at least a week."

"I'm not eating tomato pasta and chicken bake for a week. Can we check how I feel in a couple of days?" Y/n asked, looking between the two of them.

"Fine." Fred said, "I'm taking you to bed." He scooped her up into his arms and adjusted it slightly to make her comfortable. Meanwhile, George walked towards the kitchen.

"I'm making a tea," he announced, "Anyone want some?"

"Me!" Y/n said excitedly, "I've been dying for tea for a week!"

"Coming right up." George said, flicking the kettle on, "Go get comfy in bed."

Fred carried her down the corridor and into their bedroom. Y/n couldn't help but smile, nothing had changed, except the pillows and blankets were ruffled and untidy. Fred kicked back the duvet with his foot and laid her down on the bed. She couldn't help but sigh out of relief. Since she was taken, the cold, stone floor of the crypt made the pain in her back even worse.

"This is so nice," she cooed comfortably, "My back has been killing me."

That minute, George walked in, he held a tray with three mugs of steaming tea and a small plate of chocolate biscuits. He set them down on the bed side table and handed out a mug to each of them. Y/n sipped her tea and felt it soothe her sore throat, she let the warmth take over her and a smile formed on her lips.

"Is there anything else you need?" Fred asked sitting on the bed next to her, "And if you need anything then let one of us know."

"You two don't have to do that." Y/n said, leaning back against the pillows."

"Yes we do." George said.

"You've just went through something horrific, and you've been taking care of us since we moved in. Now let us take care of you." Fred added, Y/n leaned into his body, feeling nice being near him again.

"You two are the best." Y/n smiled weakly, "I missed you both so much!"

"I missed you more!" Fred said.

"No, I did!"

"Hey!" George exclaimed, "I missed her too."

"I missed her more." Argued Fred