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‘ i can’t trust anyone else, but you’ll come with me, won’t you? ’ -from Harry!!!

watership downAccepting@broodingswan

Neville smiled and nodded with resolve. 

“ You know you can always count on me Harry.” he replied with a smile. “ So where are we going?” he was all too eager to help Harry for Harry had helped him so many times. 

“ Just lead the way, I’m with you.” 

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blessed be the mystery of love. | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader.

Summary: Fred Weasley seems to be a new boy: he has fallen in love, and a couple of unexpected things have come along with it. Apparently, his recently discovered romantic interest has never heard of him, and he is now someone who...writes...love letters?! Well, that is surely weird...

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings: none!

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: this is probably my favorite so far! I’ve been working on it for such a long time, so I hope you all enjoy it! I’m honestly such a sucker for soft Fred...Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

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Dark brown eyes studied your silhouette surreptitiously, which was utterly uncommon for their owner. One who once was daring now hid behind heart-felt walls that looked like you. A flirtatious behavior had been replaced by occasional stuttering and disinterest in other romantic affairs.

People around him could effortlessly notice the situation was taking its toll on him. However, they seemed too dumbfounded by it to say something – words were long gone from their lips, and from his own as well.

Fred Weasley had fallen desperately in love, but you were unaware of his existence.

Somehow, it sounded ironic: how could you not know about him?! Every single soul in Hogwarts knew who he and his twin were, and he enjoyed such a thing. Unlike his slightly younger identical brother, Fred was one to enjoy popularity and attention. He sought fame and recognition, and he would never complain if a few hookups came along with that.

And, yet, there you were – iridescent and untouchable. You were forcefully popping novel thoughts into his mind. Would you ever lay eyes on him? And if you ever did, what would you think and feel?

It was high time you noticed him, and he could only count on himself to make it happen.

Fred desired to make a different approach, one you had not yet seen. His eyes had captured a few other admirers here and there trying to get your heart, but none of them had achieved success. He ought to be the one to do that.

And love letters would most certainly help him get there.

Writing letters was an arduous task, and it consumed all of his energy. His quill scribbled fiercely against fragments of parchment, heavy sighs filled the silence around him, and every inch of his skin burned in longing and embarrassment. George could be easily found doing something like that; but not Fred. He could be found causing mischief or attaching his lips to someone else’s.

Nevertheless, there he was, combining words and allowing the dark paint to splash against the paper in order to pour his heart out.

His first letter was short – hesitant, almost; after all, it was impossible for him to know how you would react to the approach he had chosen. He had put so much effort into it, despite the small number of words and expressed feelings. It was crystal clear you deserved bigger things; even so, that scenario was entirely atypical to him.

He was just as disoriented as you were when a barn owl dropped an almost unimportant-considered envelope right in front of you, interrupting your breakfast in the Great Hall one morning.

He had been eyeing the owl entrances for a little while when he finally was able to spot the one he had previously picked for you. His lips trembled nervously, and his fingers traveled straight up. Lately, he had been developing a habit of biting his fingernails whenever he was anxious, and anxiety was the only emotion possible for that morning.

What if you ended up not liking the note? Maybe you would think he could be a creep or something similar to that. It was unknown whether you had a significant other or not. Were his words good enough? Would you ever look at him like he so lovingly looked at you?

One of your hands curiously reached out for the envelope while the other one briefly fed the owl. You furrowed your eyebrows together as your eyes ran through the lines: it was a tad difficult to read whatever was written on the parchment, given the handwriting was not one of the best. However, you managed to decode the message, and a smile soon spread across your lips. Despite the distance Fred watched you from, the boy could swear that even a small giggle spilled out from your lips.

The small note read something along the lines of:

“To the one who is now devouring my heart.

I mean no harm. My feelings are of pure admiration.

You are gold.

I hold you in my thoughts.

- W.”

The words he had previously written rang in his brain, and he felt ridiculous. He had never had a good relationship with words, writing, or anything related to that. Why on Earth had he chosen to write you a love letter? You were probably laughing at the stupidity that the note was drenched in.

You allowed both your curiosity to dwell in your core and your eyes to analyze the people who crowded the Great Hall that morning. You studied all the possibilities, and you did not notice Fred Weasley. He felt invisible and, for the first time, he enjoyed it.

After that, a second love letter was written. And then a third one, and even a fourth one, too! He grew bold once again, and his secret passion became stronger.

One day, dizzy due to his recently rediscovered boldness, he allowed his quill to dance against the parchment as he wrote you a fifth letter. This one was different from all the previous ones; he still offered you his heart and tried making you realize how much he secretly admired you. But there was something more to it – he sent you something else other than the letter alone.

The arrival of the usual owl in another freezing morning in Hogwarts quickly muffled the chatting and cutlery noises that hovered over every person in the Great Hall. It barely took you one second to smile at the sight, which caused Fred to smile himself – he absolutely adored your smile.

Those anonymous letters had become part of your daily routine, and they were something you eagerly waited for. Being both a Hogwarts student and a teenager at the same time was no easy duty. Your spirit tended to get overwhelmed from time to time, and you found yourself turning to the anonymous letters for an escape from the reality that surrounded you.

However, as soon as you brushed your fingertips against the envelope, you felt an additional weight to it, something that had never been there before. Attempting to waste no time, you reached for the letter, and a smile did not fail to paint your face; it was so easy for him to make you smile, even though you still did not know who he was.

“I must know whatever fills your heart once your eyes reach the very last word in each of my letters.

Would you mind wearing this little thing if you are not bothered by me and my confessions?

It is small and simple, but it is given to you with love.

As always, I hold you in my thoughts.

- W.”

And then, you finally saw it: a tiny decorative pin, which you figured it out as to be put on your robes. It was shaped as a white envelope sealed with a red heart. You disagreed with the words written on the letter, once you did not see it as something simple. It was beautiful. It was your new favorite thing. It was attached to your robes in the flash of an eye. And how it could not be?!

You profoundly enjoyed his secretive actions. For you, it was extremely sweet that someone admired you so much that they chose to sit down and write you comforting and loving words. A pure energy radiated from every single thing he had sent you, and you wished for an identity reveal. You wished to discover whoever your secret admirer was only to confess you also admired them, mostly because of the sweetness existing in their personality.

It was high time you solved this mystery, and you could only count on yourself to make it happen.

When his sixth letter arrived, you had one of your own as well. You did not bother reading his words right away; after all, you had more important things to do. The barn owl was distracted by one of your hands, offering it small pieces of buttered toast, while the other tied the words you had previously written up its leg.

“Can you do this for me?” You whispered gently to the animal standing close to you. As funny as it sounded, you had grown fond of that owl in a way, too. “Take this back to the one who’s been sending you to me, alright? I promise you I won’t peek! I’m asking them to meet me tonight, in Classroom Eleven. Do you think they will come?” An airy chuckle left your lips and you swore your heart was melting at how much attention the owl seemed to be paying to your words. Before it took off, the animal playfully nibbled your fingers and your smile grew wider.

Like promised, you did not allow yourself to look wherever the owl was going to. All of your curiosity was being saved for later that night. There was no way for you to know if he would ever show up, and that hurt your insides a bit. What if it had all been a cruel joke?

The same wonders that once had haunted his brain now haunted yours.

But the night did not cease to fall, and the moon did not cease to shine. It was terribly cold, but your feet still automatically took you to Classroom Eleven, one of the classrooms that were hardly ever used for classes or any other purposes. It was a risky place, given the fact that it was of so easy access. However, you thought the possibility of getting caught was rather exciting. So you entered the classroom, as quietly as you could manage, and you waited.

Fred, on the other hand, could feel his stomach being punched repeatedly by a thousand of invisible hands. He was painfully apprehensive, and one of the signs that revealed that was his constant pacing in a deserted hallway.

He obviously would never stand you up, but the thought of running away popped up in his brain a few times. This was an extremely ridiculous behavior for someone like him. And even though he knew he had to get it done, he was still so intimidated by it all.

“Just rip it off like a band-aid.” The boy whispered to himself, his steps finding a slower pace and his hands being shoved into his pockets. Deep breaths were taken and he was finally able to gather all the courage he needed to walk towards and enter the classroom.

Your body was resting against an empty desk, which it seemed like it had not been used in years. Staring out the window, you secretly wished you had worn something better for that moment; perhaps, your pajamas and a long knitted cardigan over them had not been the best choice.

When you were about to start your seventh mental curse about your idiot choices, hesitant knocks on the door made a mess out of your line of thoughts. They came as a warning that things were about to either go very well or terribly bad.

And, then, a long silence followed. Both of you panicked, each one on a different side of the wooden door. You wondered if you should answer something to the knocks, he wondered if he should have said something. Your body was straightened up, and you suddenly realized your hands were getting slightly sweaty.

He opened the heavy door so slowly that, as you watched it, you could see your life flashing right in front of your eyes.

Finally, you spotted something in the dark. Peeking through the door, your eyes captured the sight of locks of an orange marmalade shaded hair entering the classroom. Right then and there, you felt like everything had just gained a new and brighter light.

You were breathless. The boy timidly standing there, still a bit far away from you, was the most stunning human you had ever seen.

His dark eyes observed you, both curiosity and fear being expressed wordlessly. He attempted to aim a small smile at you, which you gladly accepted and offered him another smile back.

After a few moments of intense stares and exchanged grins, your voice finally cut the comfortable silence that had been set between the two of you.

“The wonders are finally ceased.”

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I know what you must be thinking," Draco said with dark derision. "Poor little rich boy. What does he know about misery? Right?"

❈ ✼ ❈ TITANIC  ( 1997 )   SENTENCE  MEMEAccepting@saunteredslowlydownward

“ Everyone knows misery in their own way. I don’t think you’re that shallow that you don’t, Malfoy, so what’s your point?” 

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Smash or pass: Draco

Smash or Pass memeNot Accepting

“ Pass, definitely pass him and his stupid handsome face.” 

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❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

CARING SENTENCE STARTERSAccepting@mournedhim

The moment he found out that there was a mass breakout from Azkaban and Bellatrix and her husband had escaped, Neville’s demeanor had changed in the DA. He become more motivated, but there was anger too. It reflected in his magic. 

He was currently lingering behind the others, the DA had stopped for the evening but Neville remained in the Room of Requirement, still practicing wand formations. 

Her voice echoed in his ears, though it was faint. When he realized that Cho Chang was speaking to him, he paused his practice to look at her. 

“  O-Oh?  ” he replied timidly and lowered his wand. Why was one of the most popular girls in school talking with him? He felt a sudden surge of nervousness as he took a brief step away from her. 

“ Y-Yeah.” he stammered, his face flushing from embarrassment. “  Harry’s done a good job keeping this place safe…He’s a good teacher.  ”

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“You’re too adorable, I’m claiming you. You’re mine” [From Harry]

Compliment sentence starters.  Accepting@mindthevoices

“ Well. I mean— you do need someone to get things for you off the top shelves. So go ahead and claim me, Harry! ” 

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⚠️

texting startersAccepting@dragcnboy

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

To: Draco Malfoy 

[text: 7:34 pm]: Hey mate, I’m finishing up that case file you asked me to and I’ll be on my way home soon. Do you need me to pick up anything from the store? Want me to make that barley soup you like? 

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SEND 💤 TO FIND MY MUSE SLEEPING IN AN AWKWARD POSITION

SEND 💤 TO FIND MY MUSE SLEEPING IN AN AWKWARD POSITIONAccepting@therearemoreimportanthings

It had become a bad habit to find Neville Longbottom napping in the greenhouses. Today, he was found sleeping against a bundle of devil snare, which seemed tolerant of the boy using it as a makeshift pillow. He was curled up into it, snoring away. 

It wasn’t until the plant shifted, that Neville stirred awake and he rubbed his eyes. 

“ Ah, darn it, I fell–oh, hey Hermione.” he said gently. “ Did you need something? Help with herbology homework?” he asked and tried his best not to look sheepish, though his hair was entirely a mess. 

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“Everyone is so extravagant, I feel underdressed.”

At The Royal BallAccepting@therearemoreimportanthings

“ I think you look perfectly suitable.” He said with a reassuring tone. He moved towards her and offered his hand. He blushed a bit from embarrassment and tried not to look away from her. 

“ Come on, let’s go dance.” 

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“I don’t know whether to be impressed by the fineries, or appalled by the waste.”

At The Royal BallAccepting@therearemoreimportanthings

“ I’d say both.” Neville replied quietly to his friend and smiled. “ Slughorn has really out did himself this time. Throwing a masquerade ball for the entirely school.” Neville’s gaze surveyed the area and then back to Hermione. 

“ You look nice, Hermione.” he complimented. “ Perhaps, if it’s not too much trouble, you’ll save a dance for me?” 

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Smash or pass Ron

Smash or Pass MemeAccepting

“ Uhh…well…” Neville blushed. “ Smash I suppose…” 

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Smash or pass Hermione

Smash or Pass memeAccepting

“ Uhh…” He began and thought on it. “ Hermione is a sweet girl…and pretty. But I don’t think we’d be like that…so pass.” 

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Smash or pass... madam lestrange 🤐

Smash or Pass MemeAccepting

“ Pass. Definitely pass. Why would you even ask me this?” 

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Smash or Pass Harry

Smash and Pass memeAccepting

“ Uhh…Harry’s a good friend, and very sweet, so definitely a smash.” 

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SEND “Ѡ” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO BEING SENT ACCIDENTAL NUDES.

SEND  “Ѡ” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO BEING SENT ACCIDENTAL NUDES.Accepting@therearemoreimportanthings

Neville was hesitant about getting what Hermione called a “ mobile phone.” he barely even knew how to use a regular phone, let alone a portable one. Still, it made his friend happy and he would be able to keep in touch with her throughout his auror training. 

When the phone buzzed, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled it out. However, nothing prepared him for what he was about to see. 

An audible gasp escaped him as he dropped the phone. His face turning a deep shade of red. 

“ MERLIN’S BEARD.” he exclaimed and quickly picked up the phone to message Hermione: 

[Text: [ Hermione ] 6:40 pm]: 

sdkjhfsjkfkdjsfsf—HERMIONE CHECK TO SEE WHO YOU ARE TEXTING PLEASE. FOR GOODNESS SAKE! --NL 

With that. Neville quickly closed the phone and stuffed into a drawer, never to be thought of again. 

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“How early is too early to leave?” (Harry's not a fan of balls lol)

At The Royal Ball Sentence Starters Accepting@partialparseltongue

Neville looked over to see Harry standing beside him. He had to wonder how long he was standing there. He smiled, and stifled a small laugh. 

“ I think it would rude to leave too early. After all, you’re the champion.” he teased and looked around. 

“However, I think we could come up with an excuse of why you had to leave.” he said and pondered on. 

“ Perhaps the crab cakes didn’t agree with you?”