Imagine Fred asking you on a date

"Alright?" Fred says, plonking himself down on the chair beside you. It’s after dinner and you’re in the library trying to finish your Arithmancy homework. "Yes thanks." you reply without looking up from your parchment, your quill continuing to scratch noisily against it. Fred watches you for a moment with a sly smile on his lips. You look sideways at him then throw your quill down in exasperation. "What?!?” you hiss at him tetchily. “I need to get this done, Fred!” You haven’t time for his pranks tonight.

Fred seems unfazed by your annoyance. “I was just wondering is all…..” he says mysteriously then leans in closer, his eyes level with your own. “Are you the betting sort?” “Am I what?!?” You’re losing patience now and close to giving him a whack on the arm. “The betting sort. Do you like a bet?” Fred explains although you still have no idea why he should ask you this. “Not particularly.” you reply, puzzled. You’re curious now as to what he’s up to. “Not unless I know I’m going to win!”

Fred grins at your answer. He picks up your quill and pretends to inspect it. “Well here’s one for you…..” he says airily, running his fingers along the feather. “I bet you” he points the quill at you with a flourish “five galleons that you won’t go on a date with me.” It takes a moment for his words to sink in and another moment for you to process his proposal. He watches you with a twinkle in his eye but says nothing further. “Let me get this straight….” you begin, struggling to believe you’ve quite understood him correctly. “You’re betting me that I won’t go out with you?” Fred nods “Yep.” You tilt your head and regard him warily. “So if I say no, I have to pay you five galleons?” Fred grins at you. “That’s right. Not just a pretty face are you?”

You stare at him open-mouthed for a second. “You’re insane!” you exclaim. If truth be told, you would definitely go on a date with Fred but as chat up lines go, this is just crazy! “I disagree.” Fred replies calmly. “From where I’m sitting, it’s a win/win situation. Either I get to go on a date with the best looking girl in the school or I get five galleons. What’s insane about that?” You blush at the compliment and can’t help giggling at his explanation. He certainly knows how to charm his way round any situation. “You realise if I say yes you’ll have to give me five galleons.” you tease him. “Worth every sickle and more.” he sighs romantically, making you laugh even more.

"Alright Fred Weasley, you’ve got yourself a bet." you announce grandly, holding your hand out for him to shake. He takes it for a moment, shaking it gently whilst looking deep into your eyes. His hand feels surprisingly soft and the touch of it sends a shiver down your body. "It’s a deal." he says in a low, rather sexy voice then goes to stand up. "Aren’t you going to ask me out then?" you ask, slightly crestfallen. "Oh yeah, I will, don’t you worry." he answers cheerfully. "Not here though, somewhere a bit more exciting." He winks at you and hands you back your quill. "Ok. It’ll give me a chance to get the five galleons I’ll owe you." you joke, pretending you’re going to turn him down. Fred clutches his heart dramatically as if he’s been shot, making you giggle again. "Such cruelty!" he groans. "I know." you reply gravely. "I’m terrible. Merlin knows why you want to take me out." Fred is trying his best not to crack up by pouting sulkily and fixing you with his best puppy dog expression. "I’m deeply wounded!" he complains, big brown eyes gazing balefully at you.

Even though he’s just pretending, those eyes of his are really tugging on your heart strings. “Awwww Fred.” Your voice drops low, gently soothing in its tone. “Do you need me to kiss it better?” The words have left your mouth before you have a chance to stop yourself. This has gone beyond blatant flirting now. You can’t believe you’ve actually just offered to kiss him and neither can Fred by the looks of things. It’s as if all his Christmases have come at once.

“Yes please!” he gushes eagerly. “Did I say it hurts here?” He removes his hand from his heart. “Because now I come to think of it, here’s where it really hurts.” He points to his mouth and raises an eyebrow at you as if daring you to kiss him. Never one to shy away from a challenge, you take a deep breath to steady your nerves and stand up. After a quick check round to make sure Madam Pince isn’t watching, you stand on tiptoe, holding his shoulders to help you balance and give him a lingering peck on the lips. His mouth is ever so soft and he smells lovely. “Now that’s your lot.” you say sternly as he smiles down at you. “Any more of that behaviour and we’ll get thrown out!”