Fred Weasley - A One-Shot

Today, April 1, is the Weasley twins' birthday (fitting, no?) In honor of their lovable personalities and fantastic pranks, I have decided to attempt a one-shot for each of them. Here you will find the short story featuring the more handsome Weasley twin. ;)

Chapter 1

Just You and Me, Love

The bell above the door let out a hearty guffaw as a cloaked and hooded figure darted in, escaping from the terrible weather. Fred sent the doorframe a glare as he leaned his forearms on the second-level banister; the Bellowing Bell had been George's idea, not his, and honestly it got on his nerves. But his annoyance faded as he watched the figure standing in the doorway, looking around in undisguised awe. Fred's smirk of satisfaction turned to one of admiration as the figure let down its hood, revealing a girl with long, curly brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He watched as she looked around in amazement, taking in the assortment of items Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes carried. When she eventually headed in the direction of the pygmy puffs, Fred smiled and began to make his way toward the staircase.

Most of the cages on the floor held pink or white pygmy puffs (because those were the most popular with the girls), but there was one cage at the bottom of the pile which held a blue animal. The girl had knelt down to get a better look at this one, giving Fred the opportunity to sneak up behind her unnoticed. Leaning casually against a stack of boxes filled with Fizzing Whizbees, he spoke up suddenly, "On sale this week for ten galleons, but for you, love, they're only five." The effect was everything the mischievous sixteen-year-old could have hoped for; the girl let out a startled squeak and nearly jumped to her feet, rounding on him with widened eyes. He gave her a sly smile accompanied by a wink, and she laughed in relief. "Merlin's glasses, you gave me quite a scare! My own fault, I suppose, but still. I nearly threw a pygmy puff at you."

"Don't worry, I don't bite," Fred assured her. She chuckled. "I should hope not. Bad for business, and all that." She gave him a look. "You are one of the Mr. Weasleys that owns this store?" He pushed away from the Fizzing Whizbees and gave a dramatic bow, tipping an imaginary hat to her. "Fred Weasley, the handsomer twin, at your service, m'lady." She laughed again. "Don't worry, I won't tell your brother you said that," she smirked. Fred returned the expression. "It's alright, he already knows it. He just won't admit I'm better looking."

After a moment the girl spoke up. "I've heard a lot about this place, but I've never actually been here," she said, glancing around again in awe. Fred gave her a sly smile and replied, "I know you haven't been here - I would have remembered if I'd been graced with your presence before." He watched in satisfaction as she blushed the tiniest bit, turning to inspect the far wall. "Where's your brother?" she asked, trying to change the topic but wanting to keep the conversation going. However, Fred wasn't swayed so easily. Slowly stepping closer, he answered nonchalantly, "He's got the day off. It's just you and me, love."

The girl looked at him shyly, smiling a little in spite of herself. "It would seem that way, wouldn't it," she said agreeably. Then she threw him a mischievous look, and said pitifully, "I'm afraid I couldn't possibly attempt to continue on my way until this weather lets up - you wouldn't mind if I trespass on your time a little longer, dear sir?" In answer, Fred held out his arm for her to take and replied with a wink, "Not at all, fair maiden. Allow me to show you about the premises."

They spent the next two hours roaming the shop, Fred introducing the girl to all kinds of exotic prank supplies and the girl joking and laughing delightedly at everything he showed her. Eventually she had finally seen the whole store, and as Fred glanced out the window he noticed that the skies were less thunderous and the rain had become merely a sprinkle. The girl noticed it, too. She turned to him, the smile on her face fading as she said quietly, "Well, I ought to be getting home. It's late, and the weather's finally decided to behave." Fred nodded silently, wishing she would stay but not wanting to seem like a creeper. After all, he had just spent two hours alone with her. "If you must, m'lady, but remember that our doors shall always be open to you," he said as he picked up her hand and gallantly bent over it. The girl giggled and pulled her hand away, then turned toward the door. She pulled her hood back up over her hair and pushed open the door, but stopped before she left. She turned back. "Could you keep that blue puff on hold for me?" she asked. Fred swiftly responded, "It depends. If I do, will you come back soon to pick it up?" The girl laughed. Then, quickly, she walked back over to him and stopped right next to him. Putting her lips close to his ear, she whispered, "Nothing could keep me away." And with that, she swept out the door.


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