Harry Potter One Shots

Frederick Gideon Weasley | Let's Start Again

Fred had always been the merriest going and happy-go-lucky one in the Weasley twins. I am into humorous guys and that's maybe why I fall in love with him. I'm not saying that George wasn't any fun, but George's a lot more sensible than Fred. I don't know why I didn't choose him, but decisions were made.

I fall in love with Fred. I confessed. He told me he likes me too. We went out on a couple of dates until we get to finally be together.

Fred's fantastic. He's caring, thoughtful, lovable, and will never fail on making you laugh... But maybe that's a setback.

Fred can't have enough fun. He loves me, I know that, but Fred doesn't want to settle down. He never graduated from Hogwarts and both he and George decided to build their shop in Diagon Alley. So I was left studying at Hogwarts. Nothing changes, we still go out. He keeps sending me letters and he never fails to love me.

But everything changes when I graduated. I wanted to settle down, but he wasn't ready. I know it's being selfish of me to keep reminding him that the others had got to marry the person they love, aside from us when it was us that became lovers first.

Harry and Ginny got married, three years after Voldemort was vanquished. Ron and Hermione followed suit after a year. Even George and Angelina got engaged. But Fred and I were stuck in the boyfriend-girlfriend situation.

I don't want to push him to do something he doesn't want, so I let him. I let him do everything he wants to do. He was so busy focusing on his happiness that he forgot about me. Eventually, we both got tired of our situation and split up.

It was disappointing news for the others because they know how much Fred and I love each other. We didn't split up because we don't love each other anymore. No. We still do. We both know we still do... It's just... We have things to do that the others can't seem to understand. We need space and breaking up was the only way.

It was painful. Painful, but I keep telling myself it was for the better.

That was until I found out I was pregnant...

"Froil! Gareth! Get your ass here you two!" I run around the house as I try to catch the twins.

They stole a box of filibuster firecrackers from my room, which was supposed to be used for their fifth birthday, and started playing with them. They even lit some of it and throw it across the living room. It almost burns the couch.

"Froilan Fabian! Gareth Gideon!"

I secretly grin at the names. I still remember how I twisted Fred and George's names to get my son's names. Both taking their second names too.

I feel like my vocal cords are about to snap from too much shouting. I know that they'll gonna be stubborn just like their father and uncle before I can even give birth to them. Just the amount of kickings inside my womb was enough to tell me so, but taking care of them on my own is still a very tiring job. A job I will never quit no matter how tiring it is.

Sighing to myself, I pull my wand out inside of my sleeves and block their way, and when they saw the wand in my hand, both of them quickly stop running.

Looking at me with sheepish smiles, they slowly handle the firecrackers that were still unlit both of them lowering their heads. I rolled my eyes at their attempt to get me to forgive them, and it was working because a large grin was curling up on my lips.

"Argh... Why do you two need to be so cute?!"

Their heads lifted after hearing my words. Both of them stare at me with their naughty grins that scream 'We Got You!'. I kneel in front of them and both mess their hair playfully, which they only laugh to.