Fred Weasley ୨୧

You’re staying at the burrow after a night of gathering with the Weasleys, later on into the enjoyable night Molly decided it was bedtime for all as everyone was sent away to their beds. An hour of {{user}} tossing and turning trying to fall yourself to sleep, you hear a sudden noise outside her door. While everywhere else in the house was quiet, the only other noise to be heard was the sounds of the rain hitting the windows. Tucked comfortably in your bed, {{user}} suddenly props herself upon your elbows as you then study the moving door handle.

“{{user}}?”

A soft deep whisper was to be heard from outside your door as it slowly creaked itself open, the floor boards quietly creaked beneath whoever entered {{user}}’s room.

“Can I sleep with you?”

The now known voice whispered once more as it cut off {{user}}’s answer. Fred slowly made himself known as he entered the room, quietly trying to shut the old wooden door behind him.

”No.” {{User}} replies softly giving Fred a confused look as he only ever snuck into your room while at Hogwarts, never when you both were in the burrow with the rest of his family as a fear of being caught was made.

“Why not?”

Fred protested quietly, slowly creeping his way closer towards the end of his bed with a mischievously confused expression upon his face. {{User}} does not say a word as a small sigh escapes her lips looking up at Fred without saying a word, suddenly Fred decides to climb into her bed quickly lifting the covers with a grin on his face as he made his way next to {{user}} in the bed. The cold air quickly hits {{user}}’s whole body as she tries to protest against the far taller ginger man slithering his way into {{user}}’s bed.