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May i please please please get a AU universe type piece with Fred and y/n . Y/n is a muggle who’s either a Friend or cousin of Hermione’s who comes to visit during break and they are all at the burrow spending time together and y/n and Fred really start to like each other. They just seem to click and can’t stop flirting with each other. The fluffier the better ♥️.

You were a cousin of Hermione. Basically, you were now living with her. The sad truth? Your parents found out your brother wasn’t normal and basically told Hermione’s parents “By the way, we give up, here’s our kid.” You of course were pissed and took off with him. So there you were, standing in Hermione’s house when a boy knocked on her door. He seemed to be nice, his red hair being all roughed up. “Who’s this?” The boy asked. “My cousins, Y/n and Adam.” Hermione introduced. “Oh, hi! I’m Ron.” He greeted. “Adam is a wizard.” Hermione said. “I got the short end of the stick.” You said, making your brother snort. “What?” Ron asked. “She’s not a wizard.” Hermione said. “Oh. Are they coming with you?” Ron asked. “Uh... Well Y/n will Adam is unpacking and antisocial.” Hermione said. “Going where?” You asked. “The burrow.” Ron said. “The what now?”

The Borrow would be a place you’d come to absolutely adore. When you arrived, Molly showered you with love and affection. Arthur of course asked a ton of questions, his first question being “What’s the function of a rubber duck”. But the thing that caught your interest immediately wasn’t an object or a spell. Oh no. It was a boy. He had the same red hair that all the Weasleys’ had, along with those brown eyes that made you scream internally. His sense of humor combined with the lookalike he always spent time with caused this reaction. To just randomly flirt with him. It was simply out of panic. You were speaking your mind but it was always passed off as a one liner and a joke. Fred seemed to enjoy the little thing you two had going so you never corrected him. He always looked for excuses to be around you, seeing if you needed help with anything in general. The moment though, he could recognize his attraction was when you were sitting under a tree with Crookshanks in your lap. You weren’t reading or anything, just looking at the sky with a cat in your lap as you leaned against the base of the tree.

Fred sat next to you and you smiled at him. “Hello Fred.” You said, Crookshanks stretching before scurrying off. “Having a pleasant time?” He asked. “Mm. Even better now that you’re here.” You chuckled. He smiled, looking at you. “Any particular reason why you’re just sitting out here?” Fred asked. You looked around you, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I live out in the city... So it’s not often I can really hear nature around me. I just... Wanted to have a moment of listening” You said to him. He rose a brow. “it’s the same old field for miles...” he said. “To you maybe. To me this is freeing.” You said looking at the sky through the leaves under the tree. “How so?” He asked. “Home isn’t exactly the greatest place. I live with Hermione now because my parents gave up on my brother.” You explained. “What do you mean ‘gave up’?” Fred asked. “Him being a wizard was too complicated so they basically abandoned him. So I left with him.” You shrugged. “That’s fucked up.” Fred said. “That’s muggle parenting.” You muttered. “Do you hate it?” Fred asked. “What?” You asked. “Being a muggle?” He asked, moving next to you. “Yes... I mean My brother has access to this whole other world. And I’m just... here.” You muttered. “Y/n you’re... You’re more than just here.” He assured. “I know it’s just... Hard. Right now. To be there for everyone.” you muttered. Fred noticed the closed book next to you with a loose page. “What’s that?” Fred asked. “A letter. From my brother.” You muttered. “is he your older brother?” He asked. “Younger.” You corrected. “Mm. Y’know I am the older twin.” He said making you smile. “By how long?” You asked. “Thirteen minutes.” He said proudly making you laugh. He smiled at that beautiful sound and then noticed something else. “What are you making there?” Fred asked, nodding to the chain of flowers tied together. “Oh it’s a flower crown.” You said. “How did you make that?” He asked. “Oh... Well it’s uh.. Actually pretty easy, come on!” you said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards a patch of flowers in the open field.

You tied them together carefully demonstrating it to Fred before plopping the small creation on his head. He chuckled and picked a small flower, putting it behind your ear. You felt your cheeks warm up and you smiled, looking down. “So uhm... What do you guys do for fun around here?” You asked. “Well, Hermione reads, Ron and Harry play chess, George and I tend to just work. Unless it’s night. Then I stargaze.” He said. “You never read?” You asked. “Nope. Not really big on it.” He said. “Why?” You asked. “uhhm... Never really caught my interest I guess.” He answered as he pondered. “What about you?” He asked. “Well I usually watched TV or read.” You answered with a shrug. He put the flower crown on your head and you laughed. “Then again I used to bug the shit out of my brother for fun.” You said. “Why isn’t he here?” Fred asked. “He doesn’t like to be around people. Really antisocial.” you said. “You two close?” Fred asked. “As we can be.” You answered. The wind seemed to pick up a little, blowing your hair just enough to catch Fred’s attention as the sun shined on your face. You were absolute perfection to this boy.

Why he never said anything genuinely confused the hell out of George. You were now all Fred talked about. Your smile, your laugh, the late night conversations you’d have when you couldn’t sleep and both of you found yourselves outside looking at the stars. When George said “tell her how you feel” it was easier said than done. Every time Fred actually told you how he felt you were genuinely oblivious to his confessions. You naturally assumed he was hitting on you, seeing as that was the pattern between you two. One night though, changed everything.

It was another sleepless night, you slipping on your boots and sitting outside with a mug of tea as you looked at the clear sky. How you envied to have something like this at home. You heard someone sit next to you and you looked over, seeing Fred with a mug. “Insomniacs unite.” you said, clinking your mug with his. He chuckled and you looked back at the stars. “It’s pretty tonight.” You said. “In more ways than one.” Fred muttered, looking at you. You chuckled, shaking your head. “If you keep that up Fred I’m going to assume you like me or something.” You laughed. “And if I did?” He asked. “You’re crazy.” You snorted. “am I?” He asked. “Considering you’ve been talking like the Cheshire Cat for the past minute, yes.” You said. “Y/n, what if I did actually like you?” Fred asked. “... That’s quite the joke you’ve got there--” “Merlin’s Beard-- Y/n I’m being sincere here!” He whined. “What?” You asked. “The past few weeks have been me unsuccessfully trying to tell you that I like you. For a girl who knows a lot of one liners, you are surprisingly dense when someone actually likes you.” Fred said. You looked at him with a shocked look. “Oh my god.” You breathed. “Oh my god I am so dumb.” you realized all of the blatantly obvious moments where you had completely missed the signs. “What you’re not dumb--” “No I am-- how the hell have I been so dense-- Oh my god!” You gaped. “Y/n... I’m actually still waiting on an answer?” He said. You blinked. “Oh! Oh right-- I like you too. But God damn am I dumb, how did I not get the pick up lines!?” You answered. Fred snorted, looking at you. “That Cornfield one really flew over your head, hmm?” Fred asked. “Absolutely!” You said facepalming. Fred wrapped his arm around you with a smile as you groaned. “I am SO DUMB. We could’ve been dating for weeks now if I weren’t so fucking stupid.” you whined, making him laugh. “There there. Let it alllll out.” Fred said. “I’m a dumbass. Such a dumbass.” You breathed. “Yes, well now your my dumbass.” He said. You smiled. “I am, aren’t I?” You asked. “Yes you are.” He nodded, looking into your eyes.

Even though you were a muggle, everything in that moment seemed to be magical.

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