Fred Weasley Imagine - Gryffindor Common Room

Imagine Fred sneaking you into the Gryffindor common room.

Well this is a fine mess you’re in. Curiosity killed the cat as the saying goes, and you just had to find out what the Weasley twins were up to. Now look at you. Trapped in some sort of anti-burglar device they’ve set up to stop people like you nosing around where they’re not wanted. Of course, really you were just doing your job. As a prefect it’s up to you to sniff out any wrongdoing or mischief making so when you saw Fred and George continually sneaking in and out of a disused store room on the fifth floor, you decided to take a look. Let’s face it, knowing those two it was bound to be something untoward. Not that you got as far as actually finding out. You are well and truly stuck fast until they come and let you out - ropes wound around your arms and legs stopping you from reaching your wand and a strip of material gagging your mouth to keep you from calling for help. It’s been a couple of hours now and certain to be getting quite late. You feel a surge of panic as you realise they may not bother checking until the morning. There’s no way you want to spend the night like this!

Fortunately, it’s not long before you hear quiet voices on the other side of the door. It’s pretty muffled so you’re not sure it’s the twins but then you catch some of the conversation. “Someone’s definitely been in.” That sounds like George. “Awesome! I’ve been looking forward to seeing how well our burglar alarm works.” And that has to be Fred. “Wonder who it is?” they chorus simultaneously, both sniggering at the thought of the poor unfortunate wretch. You groan slightly to yourself, knowing there’s nothing else for it but to brave their reactions. After all, you’ve done nothing wrong, not that they’ll see it like that.

The heavy wooden door creaks slowly open and the twins peer in cautiously. “So who have we got here then?” ponders Fred gleefully as George raises his wand, casting “Lumos!” eagerly. As the light from his wand increases, illuminating the three of you sufficiently, you stare defiantly at both of them as they both start chuckling. “Mmmmmm!” you mumble irately at them, rattling the ropes a little to emphasise the fact you would quite like to be set free now, thank you very much.
“Well, well, well…..”
“Lookee here…..”
“Ravenclaw’s finest well and truly caught red-handed!”
The two of them snigger some more, enjoying your futile efforts to escape your bindings. “Mmmm!!!” You’re feeling a little desperate now. It would be just like them to leave you there for a laugh. “What’s that you say?” Fred grins innocently, reaching out to carefully pull the gag from your mouth. “Couldn’t quite make out what you were saying there.” George guffaws at this, the light from his wand shaking as he laughs. “Get me down!” you hiss at them angrily. “Now, now…” Fred responds, enjoying every second of your discomfort. “First tell us what you’re doing, snooping around our private affairs.” He crosses his arms and looks at you enquiringly, waiting for a reply. “I wasn’t snooping!” you argue weakly. “I was just making sure you weren’t up to anything you shouldn’t!” George recoils in mock outrage. “As if we would!”
“How dare you insinuate such a thing.” Fred continues impishly, his grin contradicting their protestations. “Well, whatever” you sigh, less interested in their dodgy dealings and more keen on ending the humiliation of dangling about for their amusement. “Please let me go,” you beg “these ropes are hurting me.”

Your entreaty works as both boys stop their sniggering and regard you more soberly. “Alright then. There you go.” says Fred, using his wand to free you. “Maybe next time you’ll mind your own business.” George warns good naturedly. “Are you ok?” Fred asks, genuinely concerned. “I’ll be fine.” you reply tetchily, rubbing your wrists where the rope has been chaffing. “I just want to get to bed and forget all about it.” Suddenly an unpleasant thought strikes you. “What time is it?” you ask urgently. “Just after midnight.” they chorus their answer. “Oh no!” you exclaim despondently. “That means the password riddle will have changed. I’m shut out of my common room until morning! Where am I going to sleep?” Fred and George regard each other for a moment, communicating silently to one another as twins are wont to sometimes do. They both grin wickedly then turn back to you, eyes glittering mischievously in the dim light.

"We could be of assistance there……."
“…..and let you in our common room…..”
“where there’s a very comfy sofa…..”
“……just right for kipping on.” they take turns to tell you. “It’ll cost you though……” George says, leaning closer and fixing you with a knowing smirk. “What?” you ask warily. Knowing these two it’ll be something ridiculous. “A kiss.” Fred replies with his own self-satisfied smirk. “You can choose which one of us gets it.”
“Has to be a proper smooch though.” George pipes up. “Not just a quick peck!” They’ve got a bloody cheek after what you’ve just been through but to tell the truth you’ve always found them both very attractive. If it weren’t for all their misbehaving you might even have considered declaring an interest in one of them. Mind you, if you’re being completely honest with yourself, all that blatant flouting of the rules is actually rather sexy. Not that you’d ever admit it to their faces. You snort and give them both a hard stare, playing a little hard to get but the idea appeals to you greatly. Shrugging with resignation (mustn’t let them think you’re going to enjoy this!) you roll your eyes and sigh “Fine.”

Fred and George grin at each other in surprise. They obviously thought you’d tell them to sod off. “One galleon!” George whispers and Fred nods his agreement of the bet and you can’t help but laugh. “Hmmm” you say contemplatively, hands on your hips as you survey your options. Whilst they’re both good looking (they are identical after all) Fred has that extra naughty little twinkle in his eye that makes your insides do strange things when he smiles at you. You smile apologetically “Sorry George.” and walk up to Fred, now beaming with delight at you. George tuts, handing Fred the galleon he owes and slinks off sulkily. “I’ll leave you two to it!” he mutters. Fred rests his hands lightly on your hips and grins cheekily at you. “Excellent choice, Madame!” he jokes, that twinkle of his giving you butterflies. You bite your lip coyly then placing both palms on his chest to steady yourself, you stand on tiptoe as he leans down, your lips meeting halfway. His mouth is soft and tender against yours and you yield to him as his tongue seeks entrance, mingling with your own in a way that makes you tingle all over. You smile against his mouth, enjoying the exquisite sensation as the kiss deepens into a passionate snog. He tastes of sweet peppermint, like the sticks of rock you buy at the seaside.

Eventually, you part for breath, both dazed by the strength of your passion. Fred says nothing, merely looks into your eyes almost in shock. “This is the first time I’ve seen you lost for words, Fred Weasley.” you tease him. “I should kiss you more often!” His face splits into a huge grin. “Yes please!” he enthuses. “Now let’s get you to bed…..” He drapes an arm protectively around you and escorts you back to the Gryffindor common room. Once inside he kisses you again then disappears up the winding stone staircase to fetch you bedding and a t-shirt to sleep in. You sit and wait on one of the sofas. It feels quite comfortable so hopefully you’ll get a decent night’s sleep.

Fred returns fairly quickly and makes the sofa up for you to sleep on, spreading out the duvet and plumping up the pillows he has brought. Whilst his back is turned, you take advantage of his distraction to change into the t-shirt he has brought you. When he finally turns round, his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. The shirt is long enough on you to preserve your modesty but only just. Confronted with your bare legs, Fred seems about to blow a gasket. You smile shyly then dart past him and slip under the duvet. He leans down to kiss you goodnight, a briefer kiss than before but still just as delicious then says “Night then” and turns to go. “Fred……” you call out not wanting him to leave. “Are these your bedsheets?” He nods and replies “Yeah. I’ll just sleep in my clothes. I don’t mind.” Your heart softens at the thought of him willingly giving up his things for your comfort. You don’t want him to suffer though, plus subconsciously you fancy the idea of cuddling up to him all night. “I mind though…..” you tell him, peeling back the duvet as an invitation for him to get in with you.

Fred tries to play it cool but you can tell that really, he can’t believe his luck by the speed with which he crosses the room. He strips to his t-shirt and boxers then slides in beside you, bare legs brushing against yours as you both snuggle to get comfy. His arm reaches under your neck and you rest your head on his shoulder, his hand stroking your hair, the other gliding around your waist. Your arm rests upon his chest, palm facing down as your fingers gently rub him through the material of his top. “This is nice…..” you murmur as you lie in each other’s arms, enjoying the closeness of snuggling up to one another. “Mmmmmm” Fred agrees, wriggling slightly, sending shivers over your skin as his body shifts against yours. He places a gentle kiss upon your forehead before manoeuvring himself into a better position. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear then cups your face and dips his head towards you, his lips searching for yours, tongue softly probing to find your own. You sigh contentedly into his mouth, fingers travelling over the taut muscles of his shoulders and down his back. He feels like heaven. You have no idea how long the pair of you lie like that, wrapped in each others arms, legs entwined whilst nimble fingers roam lightly over bare skin, occasionally straying under clothes to explore more hidden pleasures. Despite his reputation for pushing limits, Fred is a perfect gentlemen, never going further than you are ready for. He touches you as if you are made of the finest glass, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through you. His kisses are lovely - long and languorous, his lips soft, sweet and so very tender. The hours slip by and as dark begins to change to early morning light, you drift off peacefully, safe and happy in his warm embrace.