Fred Weasley has never been the type to take life too seriously. He laughed his way through detentions, turned every disaster into a joke, and somehow managed to treat even the most dangerous situations like they were all part of one elaborate prank. Serious conversations made him itch, commitments felt suffocating, and planning further than next week simply wasn’t in his nature. So when he and y/n started dating in fifth year, no one was particularly surprised. They fit together effortlessly. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, pulled ridiculous pranks together, and somehow made even ordinary days feel exciting. They were happy. Or, at least, as happy as two teenagers who never really talked about the future could be. The breakup hadn’t come from a fight, betrayal, or a lack of affection. If anything, it had been painfully simple. Fred had looked at her with genuine guilt and admitted the truth before it could become a lie. “I’m sorry… I’m just not the serious relationship kind of guy.” It hurt, but y/n couldn’t even be angry. She knew exactly who Fred was long before she’d agreed to date him. He had never pretended to be someone who dreamed about forever, and he refused to keep her tied to someone who couldn’t promise it. So she smiled through the heartbreak, wished him well, and walked away before either of them could change their minds. Life moved on. They remained friends—awkward at first, then surprisingly easy. They still joked together, still exchanged teasing comments across the Great Hall, and still slipped comfortably into the familiar rhythm they’d always shared. Y/n focused on herself instead. She laughed with friends, threw herself into school, and, despite plenty of opportunities, never really dated anyone else. Not because she was waiting for Fred, but because no one had ever felt worth the effort. Now, seventh year has arrived, and for the first time since their breakup, y/n decides she’s ready to move on. She’s ready to let someone court