DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters nor do I make any profit off of the franchise.
CLAIMER: I own my OMC – Maris Stella Malfoy.
WARNING: This is a male x male/SLASH between Fred Weasley and my OMC. This contains M-Preg (male pregnancy). If this is not your cup of tea, then leave the kitchen.
BETA: There is no beta reader, so there will most likely be mistakes that I have missed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is something I have been working on and off for a couple of weeks. I have always been a fan of Fred Weasley, so I wanted to save him…but please don't hate me.
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"I never thought I'd live to see the day when Malfoys and Weasleys work together," Fred Weasley voiced with amusement as his back pressed up against Maris', the two of them working in tandem in protecting Hogwart's east entrance from Death Eaters.
A pale yellow beam of light shot out of Maris' wand, the spell striking a Death Eater that began attacking other Death Eaters. In the next second, Maris erected a dome-like shield that reflected attacks back on the caster.
"Just like a Malfoy, never any fun to be had," Fred muttered teasingly, grunting under the pressure of his spell colliding with an unknown Death Eater.
"Do shut up," Maris voiced calmly, twisting his wrist and three vibrant pink flashes of light burst from his wand.
The Death Eaters that were hit began to convulse before being quickly overwhelmed by a colorful assortment of marigolds popping up and engulfing their entire bodies. Fred winced at the sight, eyeing his partner.
"Neat trick, though not a spell you learned from me, Stella," Fred stated in jest, using Maris' middle name because the blonde hated it and Fred loved to tease him.
It earned the redhead an elbow to the ribs as Maris erected another dome shield over them. A cackle of laughter followed a dull blue spell slamming into the shield and Maris' godmother stepped into view.
"My own godson…a traitor," Bellatrix sneered. "It seems only right that you die by my hand, but first, how about your Blood-Traitor lover!"
A blasting curse hit the stone archway above them and Prussian blue orbs narrowed while Fred blocked a stunner from two other Death Eaters. A heavy force hit Fred from behind causing his whiskey hued orbs to widen and a shocked yell to escape him as the redhead was propelled off of his feet by a wind spell. A groan of pain caught Fred's attention as he attempted to gather his wits and he glanced over his shoulder to see the two Death Eaters who had been attacking them buried underneath large stones. Bellatrix was gone, off to toss more curses at unsuspecting people.
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Diagon Alley bustled with adults and children alike shopping for school supplies. A new term would be starting at Hogwarts in a week's time and everyone always seemed to wait for the last possible moment before congregating in the Alley on the exact same day. Facial expression remaining blank even after the sixth stranger bumped into him, Maris stepped into the nearest store and quite possibly would have blanched if not for his Malfoy upbringing.
All sorts of objects flew around the room as if in a random pattern only the owner of the store would know and children were running from stand to stand filled to the brim with joke items. Tilting his head slightly to the left, Maris dodged a flying disk with barely any effort and a chuckle sounded beside him.
"Welcome to Weasley Wizard Weezes. If you see anything you like, don't be afraid to try it," The voice said and Prussian blues locked onto whiskey browns that widened steadily. "Malfoy?"
"Weasley," Maris voiced, his tone calm and emotionless as it always had been throughout school.
The redhead's grin settled into a frown, the motion starting once the blonde was recognized. The two year mates knew each other from their Hogwarts days, having seen one another last on the day Fred and his twin George staged that huge fiasco against the annoying pink toad from the Ministry.
"I heard you moved to France to study healing," Fred stated, shifting to the side as a herd of pink and purple Pygmy Puffs hopped by.
An elegant blonde brow rose at the redhead's words.
"I did," Maris answered and watched as the corner of Fred's mouth twitched upwards.
The twins never gave Maris any issues in school, the blonde never going out of his way to cause trouble for them either.
"What did you think of the show?" Fred asked, referring to the twins' last day at Hogwarts.
Maris stared at Fred, taking in the light dusting of freckles and the deep red locks that were styled in short layers. A light pink hue began to appear on the redhead's cheeks, slowly creeping to the tips of Fred's ears.
"It was loud," Maris finally stated and it startled a laugh from Fred.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Fred asked after calming down from his laugh, noticing the flicker of humor in Maris' blue orbs.
"That would be acceptable," Maris answered and proceeded to follow Fred up the stairs to the twins' private apartment located above the store.
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"I want you to meet my family," Fred whispered in the groove of Maris' shoulder.
Cupping the redhead's chin, Maris tilted Fred's head up just enough to look him in the eyes. The moonlight bathed Maris' hotel room in silver rays, providing just enough light for the blonde to see the worry in Fred's gaze. He brushed his thumb over Fred's bottom lip.
"Very well," Maris stated, tone soft.
Whiskey orbs grew with Fred's smile and the redhead leaned up a little more.
"Really? Mom's planning a family picnic this weekend and she's asked me to bring you. Not that she knows that it's you, only Georgie knows, but he wouldn't tell—,"
Amusement lit up Maris' Prussian blues as he silenced his boyfriend's rambling with a kiss. A moan tumbled from Fred's throat as the redhead kissed back. Tightening his other arm around Fred's waist, Maris rolled them until he was settled between the redhead's thighs. Fred hooked his ankles together and tangled his fingers in Maris' long blond locks. Breaking the kiss, Maris smirked at how breathless Fred is.
"Marry me. After the war, marry me," Maris whispered, brushing his mouth across Fred's and he felt the rush of air leave the redhead.
"Yes—,"
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Laughter escaped Fred as he and Maris appeared just beyond the wards surrounding The Burrow. Maris' brow twitched at the amusement glowing in Fred's whiskey orbs, but the blonde did not bother stopping the smirk currently lifting the corners of his lips. Fred being happy made Maris unexplainably happy, but the blonde was less inclined in outwardly expressing his happiness.
"Mom, they're here!" A shout came from across the yard as Fred and Maris entered the wards.
George was the first to exit the house, having been watching for his twin and his plus one to arrive. Following closely behind George were Arthur and Molly, the Weasley Patriarch and Matriarch respectfully. Arthur paused in step, but just as his calm and friendly demeanor, he continued on. Molly had stopped and was currently twisting her apron in her hands as she stared at the Malfoy heir that was apparently her Freddie's boyfriend.
"Mom?" Ginny questioned, coming out of the house and stopping beside her mother.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed inside watching from one of the windows. Bill and his girlfriend, Fleur stayed in the living room speaking with Charlie and his current boyfriend.
"What's Malfoy's brother doing here?" Hermione asked from inside, most likely speaking to Harry and Ron.
"Welcome," Arthur greeted Maris, holding his hand out for a shake that was returned without hesitation as George greeted his twin with a hug.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley, thank you for having me," Maris greeted back before lifting the gift bag he had brought with him. "Fred said that you and Mrs. Weasley enjoy éclairs. It is one of the few things I learned to bake while living in France."
Molly, who finally gathered the nerve to walk over to stand beside her husband, accepted the bag with a look of surprise. Glancing at her Freddie, she caught him staring at her with a pleading look as his fingers laced with Maris'. Clearing her throat, Molly gave the blonde a large smile before drawing the surprised Malfoy heir into a hug.
"Welcome, Young Malfoy. Please join us inside for some tea while lunch is prepared," Molly voiced happily, keeping a hold of Maris as she began walking back to the house.
This caused Fred to be pulled right along with Maris as the blonde had tightened his grip on Fred's hand as Prussian blues met whiskey orbs. Together, they entered The Burrow and the questioning commenced.
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"Maris, hold Teddy for a moment," His cousin, Nymphadora Lupin (nee Tonks) said as she passed the month old baby to a startled blonde.
Maris shifted a dozing Teddy in his arms, uncertain on how to hold the baby. Peering up at Maris with brown orbs like his fathers, teal hair lightened to a shade of platinum to match Maris' locks. A soft chuckle sounded in Maris' ear as Fred looked over the blonde's shoulder at baby Teddy.
"Practicing?" Fred whispered, reaching through Maris' arms to brush a hand through Teddy's newly turned strawberry blonde locks as if mixing the two males' hair color.
Maris smirked, the motion hidden by Fred's neck. Giving a barely vision mark behind the redhead's ear a teasing nip, Maris spoke softly.
"Maybe."
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"Maris?" Fred called out, knowing the wind spell that had hit him had come from his love.
Another groan of pain sounded, more muffled this time and Fred spotted a familiar hand sticking out of the large rubble.
"Maris!" Fred cried out, rushing to the blonde's side and dropping to his knees.
Flicking his wand, Fred carefully levitated the large stones off of Maris and felt his heart lurch in his throat. Blood trickled down the corner of Maris' mouth and there was a steadily bleeding cut dyeing blonde locks red. Ignoring the chaos going on around them, Fred frantically scanned Maris' form with the only diagnostic spell his mother managed to brow-beat into him. Whiskey-hued orbs grew damp, the usual green lights that indicated health flashing orange and red; the darkest red indicating a shattered spine.
"St..op cry..ing," Maris ordered, his tone broken as he fought against the pain in an effort to focus on the redhead above him.
Fred choked on a sob; his hands a hair's breadth from touching Maris, not wanting to cause further harm to the blonde. A cough escaped Maris, splattering blood on his chin and his breathing rattled.
"Maris, please," Fred cried, finally cupping the blonde's face.
A gasp sounded from behind them, but Fred was entirely focused on the dying blonde.
"Fred, oh my boy," Molly Weasley voiced in sorrow at the sight, having been looking for her mixing child family members.
"You promised! You said…,"
A sob stole the rest of Fred's words.
"Lov…ways," Maris whispered before his last breath rushed from his lungs and his broken form went slack.
"AHHH!"
Molly grabbed her son in a tight embrace as he screamed in anguish, the pain of losing someone he loved maybe even more than his twin felt as if a part of him was just brutally ripped away.
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"Freddie?"
Dull whiskey orbs glanced over at the room entrance from where Fred sat amongst plush pillows on the curved bench of large a bay window. Fred took in the disheveled and exhausted form of his twin, George's appearance mirroring Fred's despite one very obvious difference. Curling his arms over his round stomach, Fred turned his gaze back to the outside world. Snow blanketed the entire garden visible from the bay windows and snow was currently falling over the entire French villa left to Fred in Maris' will.
The cushion beside Fred dipped down as the familiar weight of his twin sat beside him. George wrapped an arm around Fred's shoulders and peered out of the windows at the view that held his twin's gaze for long hours of the day since their arrival in France. Deep amber orbs looked down at the curve of his twin's stomach, a feeling of unconditional love for his unborn niece or nephew warming his chest.
"He's missing it," Fred whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
Not knowing what to say to help ease the pain his twin is feeling, George tightened his arm and pulled Fred more snuggly against his side. From the entrance of the room came two more presence that moved closer to the twins without much hesitation in their steps. George, who knew who the new arrivals were, greeted them with a small nod.
"Mr. Weas…no, Fred," Narcissa Malfoy voiced softly, her tone filled with grief and compassion aimed at the equally grieving man.
At her voice, Fred turned his attention to the elegant looking woman with platinum blonde locks similar to his lost love. Standing beside the regal woman was Draco, his face pinched around moonbeam orbs and jaw tense. The grief was obvious, surrounding Maris' younger brother like a shroud. Fred stared at Draco, taking in the blonde's features until dull whiskey orbs began to sting and blur. Warm dampness trailed down Fred's cheeks as a strangled sob bubbled from within. It was like seeing Maris again; a younger version with shorter hair and moonbeam orbs instead of Prussian blue. It hurt. It hurt so much. Fred could not decide whether to curl in on himself in a feeble attempt to hide or spring up from his sitting position and grab hold of a vision of Maris that was not here and just hold on until something happened.
"Oh mon cher," Narcissa whispered and took the broken redhead in her arms along with the last link to her eldest child.
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"Stella Mei," Fred whispered down at the pink bundle held gently in his arms.
A smile stretched over the redhead's tired face, his whiskey orbs glowing brightly with love aimed solely at his newborn daughter. A comforting weight settled around his shoulders and Fred barely glanced away from his most precious treasure.
"She's beautiful."
It came as a whisper that danced along the curve of Fred's ear and down the line of his neck. Fred shuddered at the sound and his smile grew even as he carefully lifted his daughter up closer to his chest. Pressing a light kiss against the sleeping newborn's forehead, Fred exhaled a shaky breath.
"I named her after you," Fred whispered, aiming his words to the loving presence within the room.
Fred sat there in his hospital bed for a few more moments just holding his daughter close while soaking in as much of the familiar presence as he possibly could. Moments later the door to the room opened and in pooled members of both families, a sight growing more common during the last few months leading up to the birth of Maris and Fred's daughter.
"She's beautiful," Draco murmured softly, unconsciously repeating the whispered words from earlier.
Bright whiskey orbs met silver moonbeams and Fred grinned.
"Yes, she is."