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 funny, but George's a lot 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 loves me too. We go 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.

Ron and Hermione got married, a year after Voldemort was vanquished. Harry and Ginny got married a month after them. 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 other 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...

"Fred! 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.

"Frederick 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.

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 from running.

Looking at me with sheepish smiles, they slowly handle the firecrackers that were still unlit and both of them lowers 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 staring at me with their naughty grins that scream 'We Got You!'.

I kneel in front of them and both mess their hairs playfully, which they only laugh too.

"I promised that I'll take you both in Diagon Alley to buy your brooms, so why don't you two get upstairs and clean yourselves? I'll wait down here. Is that okay?"

They stare at each other and chuckle at themselves before looking back at me with a wide smile on their lips.

"Thanks, Mom!" They said in unison before giving me pecks of kisses on both my cheeks.

I shake my head in amusement as I watch them run upstairs.

"Don't run in the stairs!"

"Copy, Mom!"

"Roger, Mom!"

They said that, but they still run to their room. I laugh at myself before taking the remaining filibuster firecrackers with me to the nearest drawer, where I hide them.

I was about to turn my back and check the twins when I happened to glance at the picture on top of the drawer. I tenderly grab it and softly caress the frame.

It was a picture of me 5 years ago. I was wearing a hospital gown, and in my arms lies the sleeping twins.

I put the frame back and look at the other pictures.

Fred and Gareth were just like a carbon copy of their father. They got most of their features from the Weasley's.

Red flaming hairs, freckles across their cheeks, tall heights, and definitely, stubbornness. The only thing they got from me, were their eyes. Oceanic blue eyes.

I let out a painful intake of breath when I look at Fred's picture. There was only one frame of it, but it is precious for me.

It was a picture of me and him. Sharing our first kiss after I answered him. I can't believe it's been already 5 years.

I bet he's married now. Not like me, who can't escape a reality prison. A reality that tells me, no matter how much I try to move on. I still love him.

"Mom! We're ready."

I hastily wipe a couple of tears that rolled down my cheeks and faced the twins with a smile on my lips.

"Good to know. Because... We're going now!"

"Yes!"

"Perfect!"

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It had been a couple of hours of checking every store the twins liked and a couple more hours of eating sweets before we got to buy their broomsticks. Firebolt 2.0.

I don't want to act like a Malfoy. You know, spoiling your kids with things they like, but I just want to buy the twins something they like.

I watch the twins giggled as they held their brooms tight in their hands. Constantly, chuckling as they lick their ice creams on their other hand. I mess their hair playfully before checking my bag for my wand.

"Mom!"

I look back at the twins and frown when I saw them both standing up. The ice creams were forgotten on their seats as they stare at something ahead of them.

"What's wrong?"

"We saw, Dad."

I froze on my seat at the mention of 'Dad'. Fred and Gareth never met their father personally, but they knew who he is. I never hide anything on them. I told them who their father is, but I'm not expecting what they just said.

"A-Are you sure, Fred? Maybe you both just got too much ice cream."

"No. It was him."

"Wait! No! Fred! Gareth!"

I throw the ice cream I was holding and run after the twins. My heart pounding against my ribs.

What if... What if the twins did see Fred, what it is with me? Will he even recognize me at all? What will he do if he sees the twins? Will he figure it out? Will he get mad at me for not telling him?

Hundreds of questions were pounding in my head, and I felt dizzy for thinking too much. The adrenaline was pumping too much into my blood as I run and run, trying to find the twins amidst the hundreds of people, walking back and forth, in and out of shops and stores.

"Fred! Gareth!" I screamed, realizing that I can't see them anymore. "Fred! Gareth! Sweethearts!"

I was too busy roaming around that I bumped into someone. Apologizing quickly, I turned my back at the person and started shouting the twins' names again. I thought of running again, but big calloused hands grab my arm and pull me.

"What are you– Fred?"

"Hey..."

Fred looked around and carefully pull me to the side, out of everyone's way. He looks back at the street for a moment before looking back at me with a smile on his lips.

I clench my jaw tightly when I felt a tightening feeling on my chest at the very sight of him. It's been five years. f*****g five years since the last time I saw him and now... He is right in front of me.

"I... I didn't know you're here."

"Me too." I awkwardly answered, pulling my arm out of his grasp.

He notices it and quickly scratches the back of his head.

"I'm sorry."

"No. It's okay."

I keep my eyes everywhere, aside from him. I can't look at him without ending up kissing him. He's still irresistible as ever.

"How long... has it been since we–"

"Five years," I said quickly, absentmindedly tapping my foot on the ground. A habit I got used to doing whenever I'm nervous or anxious.

"Did you came here with someone?"

"Yeah."

"Oh..."

My head snapped to look at him when I heard how devastated he sounded.

"Are you... Are you married now?" I gave him a confused look when he asked that. Does it matter to him?

He can't look at me and when I look down, I saw his fists clench tightly on his side. His knuckles are turning pale white by just how tight he's clenching on them. But why?

"I... I need to go."

Smiling awkwardly at Fred, I push myself into a run just to get away from him. I still need to find Fred and Gareth before I can lose my mind.

But looks like he won't be letting me.

"Wait!" He grabs my arm once again, but this time, he pulled me into his body. Encasing me into a tight hug I've missed.

"F-Fred."

"Please! Let me hold you for a moment." His voice was begging, and I can't help myself but let him do it when I heard the pain along with it.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and bury my face in the crook of his neck. Taking in the scent of chocolate mint, that was probably the scent of his favorite flavor of ice cream.

"I missed you." He mumbles right beside my ears, and I can't help but fists on his shirt.

"I missed you too, Fred. I missed you all this time."

He leans a bit away from the hug just to cup my face with both his hands. I can't help the tears that roll down my cheeks when I finally got to stare at his eyes. The eyes that never fail to show his tender love for me. It was still there. Love.

"Baby! Damn! I can't believe I let you slip out of my grasp just because I was scared to settle down."

We ignore the wary stares of the other witches and wizards around us. We just stared at each other with longing looks, as Fred softly dry my tears with his thumbs.

"It wasn't your fault, Fred. I should've waited more."

"Sshh..."

I softly touch Fred's hand that was on my face and intertwined it with mine.

"I still love you, Fred." He looks at me and chuckles.

"I love you more, Baby! Let's start again. This time, as husband and wife."

I was out of words. Almost out of breath. I never expected anything of it. Hell! I never even imagine it. Not after five years.

I watched in surprise when Fred kneel, before pulling a red velvet small box out of his jeans.

"Fred... What is this?"

"Marry me. Please! Marry me!"

"H-How? Where did you get the ring? You didn't even know you'll see me today."

Fred was crying now. Fred Weasley. The famous prankster of Hogwarts is crying right in front of me.

"I bought it five years ago... I was planning to propose on your birthday, but we fought before it can happen, and then we broke up. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry for not–"

"The ring."

He was startled. He looks at me with a creased forehead, but I was grinning.

"W-What?"

"The ring, Fred. Put it on me."

His face lit up. A smile, a wide smile forming on his lips when I held my hand out. Fred shakily slips the ring on my right ring finger, and I was so surprised to find out it still fits me magnificently after five years.

"You better give me a kiss now!" I demanded, grabbing Fred's collar and pulling him up.

Laughing at my action, Fred didn't waste any more seconds and grab my neck and pull me into a kiss. A kiss I've been missing.

I fist on Fred's shirt as he tilts my head on the left to give both of us better access. I felt his teeth softly tugging on my lower lip. I slightly open my mouth, and he takes that as a chance to slid his tongue.

It was the best kiss I've ever had with him. A kiss we shared after splitting up. A kissed that'll prove, that no matter how long it takes, we will find the way to each other.

"Ew, Mom!"

"Why are you kissing that guy?!"

Fred and I quickly pull away from the kiss and look at the small versions of him.

Chuckling to myself, I pull away from Fred and kneel in front of the twins.

"Hello, George." I lifted my head and greeted George, who was eyeing me with wide eyes.

He was holding each of the twins' hands and looks like Fred and Gareth pulled him with them.

"Why are you calling him George, Mom?"

"Yeah. He's Dad. Why are you kissing that guy?"

I laugh at their antics. I stand up from kneeling in front of them and stand beside Fred, who was staring at the twins with very wide eyes. He looks at me, then he looks back at the twins.

"Frederick Fabian. Gareth Gideon. That isn't your father. That's George. He's your uncle. This is your dad, Fred."

Fred tensed up when I pointed at him.

The twins' glance between their father and their uncle. It lasted for a minute before they finally let go of George's hands and run to Fred.

Fred looked at me with teary eyes, as if asking if he can touch them. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying too and nod at him. His eyes hold such emotions I've never seen in him before.

He kisses me on the cheeks, before lifting the two boys. The twins laugh and hug him.

"Hey."

"Hey, George."

I smile at him and chuckles when he turned around. On his back, were the brooms I bought for the twins earlier. He turned around once again and smiled at me.

"Everyone will be really happy if they find out you got back with Fred. Along with the fact that you guys had children."

I hug George and I apologized for not telling them. I look back at the three and smile widely.

"This is the best day of my life!"

I kiss Fred's lips and watch him interact with his children he just met today.

If that person is meant for you, no matter how long or how far it takes, you will always find a way to each other.

I'm sure of that because that's what happened with me and Fred.

Now, we're one big happy family.

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