#Fred & George Weasley

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Top 5 Wednesday - Favorite Side Characters

I consume a lot of media and I’ve been reading fanfiction for 20 solid years. The thing I’ve noticed is that the biggest fandoms with the most fics have a ton of world-building. And when you’ve got a good amount of world-building, that usually means that you have a ton of side characters for fans to pick, choose, and refuse. (We love that, by the way).  This week’s Top 5 Wednesday covers my…

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MEFCC 2024

The annual Middle East Film & Comic Convention (MEFCC) holds a special place in my heart, igniting excitement and eagerness within me each passing year ever since I first attended it in 2015. This year, the convention was slated for the unusual dates of 10th to 11th February, a departure from its usual timing due to the impending arrival of Ramadan in March. With the swift release of early bird…

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I have a question??? Could you do Fred Weasley x older sister Potter reader who's he's friends with and like headcanons of their relationship please and thank you

in good hands / fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

content: mild swearing, older sister potter!reader

summary: being harry potter’s older sister is difficult. you hate watching your little brother get hurt both physically and emotionally, but fred happens to be a great protector.

a/n: MY FRED WEASLEY DEBUT!! george is my fav but fred is so arghghghgh hot. anywayyyy tysm for this request and i’m sorry i didn’t follow it to a t!! i was originally gonna do headcanons as requested but i kinda got in the zone… i do kinda like this pairing though so i may end up doing hcs eventually anyway! also my bad for this taking FOREVER i’ve been madly busy… love u folks

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Harry comes running into your room, soaked with both rain water and agitation. His broom is immediately tossed to the side and you can’t help but be concerned— you have a feeling you know what this is going to be about, and it’s not the first time.

“Harry?”

“So sick of it! I only try to help, you know? To make things better and no one ever gives a fuck! No gratitude or even kindness, after everything I’ve done.” Your face softens as he inches towards you, even being careful not to get your bed wet with his clothing.

“They’re still mad at you for losing the game? Are you serious?” You’re completely furious. Harry’s had the world on his shoulders since forever and his entire life is a tragedy. He can’t even play a school sport without being reamed for something that’s hardly his fault.

Peeling his jersey off, he crawls into your side and waits for your affection; the only thing he can count on when the world isn’t on his side.

“I tried to fix things, you know? Told Fletcher I was sorry but they’re still pissed, calling me a freak and saying all this crap about Voldemort.” You shush him and cradle his face in your arms. Your heart is breaking because how could anyone treat your baby brother like this, how could anyone see him as something less than precious?

His eyes shimmer but not with the sparkle of joy. They’re teary. “Fuck ‘em all. They’ll come around, Harry. They do eventually.”

It’s not fair what they do to him. He’ll mess something up and half the time it’s out of his control, and suddenly he’s public enemy number one. You’re usually there to help, and so are his friends like Hermione and Ron, but it can’t always be like this.

He’s okay after a while. You amp up the jokes and ruffle his hair and he’s okay. He has dinner with his group and you with yours. It’s a nice evening and all you can do is hope he’s forgetting everything wrong with the world. It seems like he is, because he’s tossing peanuts in the air and catching them in his mouth while Ron is laughing hysterically and Hermione is resting her hand on a judgemental expression.

“Oi, Weasley!” you say, and Fred whips his head towards you. “I’ve got something to ask. A favour.”

He perks up. You were asking him for a favour. He’s been waiting for his in since forever, but he wouldn’t let you know that. “Yeah?” he replies, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

A quick breath escapes your lips as you lean on him, lashes fluttering and a little grin settled on your face. He can look at you trying to be all persuasive without blushing. He’s stronger than this.

“How about.. you and George look after Harry? I’ve been worried about him, with the whole dementor thing. And after what happened last game, I can’t just sit from the stands and watch him get injured again knowing I didn’t do anything about it. Everyone’s pissed at him.”

Fred softens. His mind races, trying to come up with the cons of the request. He comes up empty. This was an excuse to talk to you more and, well, he already quite liked Harry, so that was no issue. And with your convincing doe eyes, how could he refuse?

He’s taking too long to respond and he knows it, but he can’t stop staring at your pretty face. You clear your throat, prodding for an answer. “Huh? Oh, yeah. The lad’s gonna be in good hands, m’lady,” he winks.

The roll of your eyes makes him smile. “Better make sure of it, Weasley.”

And to shut you up, he shoves a grape between your lips and you smack him across the arm.

From then on, Fred and George made sure no one got in Harry’s way. Someone messed with him, they messed with them. The twins were 190 and a half centimetres of beater strength and poking the bear was on no one’s to-do list, so Harry was pretty much set. Well, not entirely.

All Harry really wants to do is sit down and catch up on the pile of homework he’s missed for Chosen One duties, but some people take that as being haughty.

“Potter. You and your godforesaken hero complex. You think you’re untouchable? What’ll happen if I sock you in the face, huh? You think magic will—“

“Fuck around and find out.”

Finnick Lewis turns around. He immediately backtracks. “Hey, listen, man, I don’t want any trouble.” Fred didn’t miss the nasty glare that Lewis sent Harry on his way out. He’d take care of that one later.

The boy doesn’t really know what’s just happened or why, but he’ll take whatever he can get and he’ll be grateful for it. He mumbles out a thank you before scrambling to his room.

You’d seen Fred’s effort in protecting your brother. He’d done a damn good job at it too, because Harry hadn’t complained much about students in weeks. You’re glad you at least took that load off his shoulders.

“Tell you what, Weasley,” you say nonchalantly, unwrapping a chocolate.

He hums. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and he’s trying to finish up an essay. Lupin likes him just fine, but he’s definitely a tough grader.

“If you can make sure Harry’s perfectly uninjured after the next game, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Who cares about Lupin? Fred looks up at you instantly, suddenly feeling the velvet of the chair on his skin. “I’ll totally bite. How many seconds?”

You snort. “The kiss?” He nods. “3 seconds. 5 if I’m feeling generous.”

The essay is forgotten just like that.

The man moved the moon and sun to ensure Harry’s safety on his watch. Lewis and Fletcher had their tails between their legs after a few careful threats and actions to back them up, and Harry felt good. Safe. That’s all that mattered.

Monday arrives and the Quidditch stands are a sea of red and green with Gryffindor particularly antsy as Harry zooms around the pitch, Golden Snitch right within his view but not quite arms reach.

“Potter’s got his eye on the prize! I’ve got mine on too, Johnson looks impeccable in robes, I’ll tell you that much— Sorry, Professor.”

Fred’s holding his own, watching out for any foul play from the Slytherin Seeker whilst batting Bludgers. George is at his side, throwing them out and scoring right into Flint’s stomach.

“Wonderful play from Weasley! Not quite sure which one, but great nonetheless,” Lee says through the megaphone.

Fred’s just about to hit a Bludger into the opposing Keeper’s side, but he spots Harry in the corner of his eye being tailed by Higgs and there’s a nasty Slytherin Bludger coming right for him and he’s flying there immediately.

Harry’s so pumped with adrenaline and focus on the Snitch, he doesn’t even notice the ball coming straight to his nose. Godric knows that would leave a mark. Fred comes up and bats it away, nearly falling off his broom.

You’re watching from the stands in admiration and excitement and Fred can’t help but find you in the crowd. He sends you a wink from the pitch and a girl beside you seems to think it’s for her. You let it happen. You know who it belonged to.

Gryffindor emerges victorious, winning by two points and Harry’s crowd surfing, a big smile on his face as students chant his name. He doesn’t know how long the fame will last, but he doesn’t really care.

“You did good, Weasley,” you admit as Fred comes up beside you.

“Think I deserve my kiss now?”

In typical you fashion, you roll your eyes and pull him towards your face.

He thinks the kiss will be haste, but you melt into his lips and he does the very same. His arms snake around your waist and bring you impossibly closer and you relish in it. It’s embarrassing how much you’re grinning, but you can feel his smile too.

Catching your breath, “That was like 30 seconds. Now you gotta help Harry with his homework.”

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Stolen Glances & Fleeting Chances

Stolen Glances & Fleeting Chances https://ift.tt/q0fem7t by FanFicLover199p In the shadowy halls of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger exchanged fleeting glances and whispered secrets, their unlikely friendship blossoming amidst the chaos of war. After Voldemort's defeat, Draco seeks redemption, slowly winning over the wizarding world. Hermione, bound by loyalty, marries Ron Weasley, but her dream quickly turns into a nightmare as Ron's insecurities lead him to treat her poorly. As Hermione struggles with her crumbling marriage, Draco remains a steadfast friend, silently caring for her from a distance. When the tension reaches a breaking point, Draco steps in to rescue Hermione from Ron’s emotional abuse, revealing the depth of his feelings. In a moment of vulnerability, they confront the truth: their bond has always been more than friendship. Together, they navigate the complexities of love, loyalty, and self-discovery, realizing that their hearts have been intertwined all along. As they forge a new path, Hermione must choose between the comfort of her past and the uncertain yet thrilling future with Draco, where acceptance and love finally reign. Words: 44, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Hermione - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley, Viktor Krum Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Dramione Month 2024, Community: Dramione FanFiction Forum, The Mourning Madam's Once Upon A Time Dramione Fairy Tale Fest, POV Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Pining Draco Malfoy, Adult Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/npCsxcT October 04, 2024 at 03:20PM

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Lilacs: Lost & Found

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/f1qzCx5 by AriesStar Nathalie Delacour-Rosier, the hidden daughter of Gabrielle Delacour and Cassius Rosier, lived in obscurity for fourteen years, shielded from the truths of her lineage and the world around her. However, her life is upended by her mother's sudden death, which forces her into the light and uncovers a harrowing family secret: a blood curse that binds her to a legacy of danger and deception. Amidst the turmoil, Nathalie finds solace in the complexities of friendship, love, and self-discovery while uncovering the sinister motives of her family's secrets. Words: 1129, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Original Characters, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley, Gabrielle Delacour, Percy Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Minerva McGonagall, Rubeus Hagrid, Olympe Maxime, Neville Longbottom, Victoire Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black, James Sirius Potter, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Rose Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley, Fred Weasley II, Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Oliver Wood, Luna Lovegood, Lysander Scamander, Lorcan Scamander, Molly Weasley II, Lucy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Roxanne Weasley Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Sirius Potter/Original Female Character(s), Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Gabrielle Delacour/Original Male Character(s), Luna Lovegood/Rolf Scamander Additional Tags: Harry Potter Next Generation, Mentioned Marauders (Harry Potter), Light Angst, Prophecy, Not Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Compliant, Blood Curses | Blood Malediction (Harry Potter), Teen Romance, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Star-crossed, Slow Burn read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59698519

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HARRY POTTER & ONE SHOT STORIES

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1YIKfDE by Blazemariared I do Ship that i tags. You can request to which ship you guys wanna read. You can request other ship,i still will considering. Hope you enjoy. Words: 31, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Fenrir Greyback, Hermione Granger, Astoria Greengrass, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Severus Snape, Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Voldemort, Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Voldemort, Severus Snape/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape/Voldemort, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Voldemort, James Potter/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood/Harry Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Aged-Up Character(s), Rape/Non-con Elements, Character Death, Character Bashing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1YIKfDE

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Harry Potter Broadway! AU: Cast and Crew reactions to their roles

*All understudies are put with the people they understudy for*

Leads:

James: Super pumped to play Sweeney, any chance to be incredibly dramatic, def wants all of the attention

Remus: Glad to be James' understudy, probably would have preferred to be in crew though, memorized every line in play

Molly Weasley: Initially apprehensive about the dark theme of Mrs. Lovett and the play in general, but embraced the role perfectly

Bellatrix Lestrange: Incredibly jealous of Molly, tried to make Molly sick one night

Harry Potter: Didn't like playing Anthony at first, but eventually grew to love it

Dean Thomas: Didn't really care about his role, just happy to be apart of the play

Luna Lovegood: Made some strange metaphor when she found out, liked her role

Fleur Delacour: Absolutely offended she got understudy at first, but agreed Luna made and excellent Johanna

Severus Snape: Was satisfied with getting Judge Turpin, plays him so well most can't tell when he's in and out of character

Albus Dumbledore: Didn't exactly like the idea of potentially playing the villain of the play

Peter Petigrew: Was absolutely thrilled when he got cast as The Beedle, was paranoid that his understudy was trying to take him out of the picture

Sheamus Finnigan: Spent a good amount of time memorizing his pats, but had no intention of injuring Peter

Sirius Black: Absolutely thrilled to be cast as Pirelli, definitely goofs off with James during their scenes and makes the most of his stage time by being as dramatic as possible

Regulus Black: Furious he was cast as the understudy for his big brother, tried to get Sirius out of the way by causing an allergic reaction

Filius Flitwick: Tried to switch places in his role as Toby with his understudy, but was unsuccessful

Ron Weasley: Simply wanted to run lights, has declined over 40 offers from Flitwick to switch places

Crews:

Bill, Fred and George Weasley: Twins were thrilled to be on tech crew, Bill was put on tech as an attempt to control them, it did not work

Arthur Weasley: Nervous about being tech director and having to direct his kids

Neville Longbottom: Had some anxiety about being a choreographer, but soon started to enjoy it

Hermione Granger: Incredibly happy to be the casting director, deeply study every character to get the casting right

Charlie Weasley: Hated being costume manager at first but soon began to tolerate it

Lavender Brown, Parvati, Padma Patil, and Evan Rosier: All were excited to work in costumes, Evan started to become a mini-manager, but got them all to work efficiently

Oliver Wood: Was excited to be the set designer, definitely has a secret talent for art and design

Rubius Hagrid, Firenze and Ginny Weasley: Ginny took charge as a set carpenter, Hagrid was happy to help but sets and found it fun, Firenze helped carried stuff with his back

Percy Weasley: absolutely pumped about being stage manager, loves to boss people about during rehearsal, the twins definitely amped up their pranks on Percy

Ensemble (Garrick Ollivander, Viktor Krum, Rolanda Hooch, Stan Shunpike, Rufus Scrimgeour, Madam Maxime, Dorcas Medows, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Pandora Wesia, Argus Filch, Marleene McKinnon, Lily Evans, Mundungus Fletcher, Silvanus Kettleburn, Dolores Umbridge, Minerva McGonagall): Most were all okay with getting placed into the ensemble, except the Malfoy's, Draco especially, complained for weeks about 'stupid Potter' got a main character instead of him, Viktor ducktaped his mouth shut for an hour

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Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH7

one // two // three // four // five // six

Warnings | 2.6k // 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff, unforgivable curses, cheating. 

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

A/N // one word. Endgame.

Fred began to notice small things, like how George would look at you when you entered a room, eyes filled with love and adoration or how you'd both be smiling like idiots after every conversation. He noticed more and more of all the small things you tried to hide. He picked at every lingering touch or held stare because he knew, he knew you loved each other, that much was now blindingly obvious.

Fred wouldn't even dare look at you, the feeling made him sick, even just a simple text was too much for him to handle. You tried to approach him multiple times, you and George were both ready to tell him about the relationship the two of you had - Ready to start a public life together, but any time you had him alone, he panicked and ran from the conversation he knew was coming. 

His late nights with Cherry became more and more frequent, ending up with each other most nights, whether it was his bed or hers, she'd always manage to tempt him to let her be at his own free will. He swore he wouldn't tell Cherry about the two of you - there had to be a good reason why you and George had to be sneaking around. He loved his brother, with his whole heart, knowing that it wouldn't be that he was hiding the relationship with you just to hurt or spite him. 

There was one day that sent him over the edge, hearing giggles from the balcony he stepped out of his office to see you two hardly two inches apart, feeling that same pit of sadness sink to his stomach again. He found himself calling a number he shouldn't like clockwork. A dirty, rotten habit he couldn’t shake, begging her to let him come over. 

It wasn't long before Cherry arrived at his office door, pulled in for a feverish kiss. He didn't even have the time to get his clothes off, his cock lulled free from open trousers, while Cherry's perfect mouth bobbed on him. He was gently coaxing her head down onto him. It didn't take much but before he knew it he was close, ready to shoot his load down her throat. He groaned, the information slipping out as his high washed over him. "She's fucking George."

"Who is, Freddie?" she was looking up at him through her lashes, begging to be fucked, and he wanted to give in so badly, but now he'd realised what he'd done. He'd gone and told her a secret that wasn't his to tell. "Y/N, Y/N is fucking George."

"Christ, I knew it! That little whore." She stood up, pushing back so that she sat on his desk, legs spread for him to get a good view of her clothed cunt, fingers coming down to rub at her clit. He grabbed her hand aggressively, pulling it away from her heat, pushing a response through gritted teeth. "Don't call her that."

"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with that slut? Pathetic" She was belittling him at this point, but he wouldn't stand for that, immediately standing up so that his hand was at her throat, shocking her with a stern and forceful grip. "DON'T CALL HER THAT!" 

She smiled, her hand covering Fred's to make it squeeze tighter around her throat. Suddenly he felt the anger wash away, as if by magic, he felt in a trance and he wanted to give in to the girl in front of him. "If you love her so much, we can ruin it Freddie."

He looked at her puzzled, her hand coming down to stroke at Fred's cock, the other hand pushing her underwear to the side and wrapping her legs around his hips, lining him up so that he could push into her. "What do you mean, doll?" 

"Don't you want to just ruin her relationship, she can be all yours Freddie you can have her if you just help me." Her hand was in his hair, smoothing it down soothingly as he fucked her gently, this wasn't their usual routine, but something in Fred was too focused on the words she was saying, as opposed to how good his fuck was. He contemplated it, having you all to himself, feeling compelled to say yes the minute he locked eyes with Cherry again 

"I love you, Fred, you just have to trust me, you do trust me, don't you?" She had leant forward, whispering in his ear as she pressed gentle kisses against the lobe, moaning through every word at how deep he was stretching her out, her hips rolling to meet his as she chased her high. "Yes, Doll, I do."

She came around him not long after, pulling his lips into a desperate kiss, as her hand still threaded through the tufts of hair at the back of his head. 

// 

The shop had been closed for over an hour when you walked in through the doors, only visiting as the delivery girl dropping off the night's food for the boys as they pulled the monthly all nighter to try and brainstorm some new products. You noticed George on his own as you slipped into the back room, an empty chair next to him. "Where's Freddie?" 

George immediately went to grab the carrier bag you placed on the table, pulling out the tupperware box, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he breathed in the smell of the Chinese food "You, my darling, are heaven sent. Fred's just in the toilet."

You pushed yourself up onto the table next to George, pulling up the pad of paper to have a read over his notes, grabbing a prawn cracker from the bag as soon as he opened it up, popping some of it into your mouth. His hand rested gently on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze of appreciation. 

"Anything catch your eye?" he smiled up at you, as you grabbed the pen, making a couple of adjustments to the page of notes before handing them back for him to read. His eyes scanned over the small changes, his grin widening. "What would I do without you, eh?" 

You checked your watch, you could do with getting to practice a little early today with the big match this weekend, sure that your coach would appreciate the enthusiasm. "I'll call you after practice, Georgie. If you're still here I'll swing by to lend a hand."

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, hand smoothing down the hair at the back of his head before you hopped down from the table. Making your way out of the back room, only bumping into Fred as you turn your head back to look at the door. He grabbed a hold of you instinctively, causing you to laugh, but a smile didn't follow from him, at least not one that reached his eyes. He felt sick. "Hope you enjoy the food, Freddie, I'll see you later." 

Chery sat in her own apartment, a cauldron bubbling away as she intricately mixed the potion in front of her. Cherry, as a student, was a very skilled potions maker, one of the best that Snape had seen, only a few years older than Fred. She pulled the hair from her bag, praying that the one found in her car was the one she needed. She added the single strand in, stirring until the potion was ready. Cherry was quick in loading it into a flask, tossing it into her bag before she was out of the apartment with a flash and a pop. 

She was down an alley, not far from the twin's shop, when she pulled the flask out, giving it a small swirl before flipping the cap open, sipping at the liquid that tasted faintly of Goblin piss, but she didn't care. 

The boys had moved to their own offices, George was filling out paperwork, ready for the next day of work, making sure that there was enough of everything that the shop needed to run before doing the order forms. Fred was in his office however, still brainstorming. Trying to think up new ideas. The doorknob turned, causing him to look up and see the girl he craved sneaking into his office. "Y/N what are you doing here?"

Cherry smiled, it had worked, she looked like you, she was you. Walking with a sway in her hips towards the gentle boy, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, he found himself kissing back. The thought of you and George melting away when her lips, that felt like your lips were on his once more. 

"Oh, Freddie, I've been so desperate for you since we kissed." Her lips moved to press kisses down his jaw, her hand reaching down to palm his cock that went hard under her touch. "Fuck me Fred. I want your big cock stretching me out."

"But Y/N what about Geor-" She shushed him, finger pressing to his lips, as she smirked mischievously. "Don't you want to, Fred? You could let him hear how good you fuck me."

Her words sent Fred over the edge, grabbing at her hips, pulling her down to straddle him as they desperately kissed, tongues dancing against each other as she removed as much clothing as she could. When she was completely naked, she reached down to let his cock free. What Fred didn’t know is that Cherry had placed him under the Imperius Curse long ago and in this moment, while she used the word she did, she had him under her full control. Sane Fred would have never given in this easy, fucked a girl so quickly that he knew wasn’t his, no matter how much he loved or craved her. Under the curse all of his protests were unheard, unspoken. He was just there physically for the ride. 

Fred died and went to heaven the minute he felt your walls stretching over him, taking him fully to the hilt as she sat down on him. When Cherry began to bounce, the moans that spilled from her lips were downright sinful, letting the full power of them echo as she amped up the volume, moans and hums all that Fred could focus on. 

George heard the faint moans reverberate through the shop as his door hung open. He rolled his eyes, trust Fred to call a girl to the shop like this. He thought nothing of it until the moans grew louder, moans that he recognised all too well. The moans of his princess. He found himself storming to the door, it lay open, seeing his Girl's ass bouncing and taking cock, hair dangling down her back. "Yes Freddie, just like that baby."

All rage boiled over inside of George. His heart shattering into a million pieces. That was his girl, the girl he loved, the girl he wanted to marry, fucking his brother without a care in the world, without even a consideration for his feelings. He was broken, enraged at the sight he couldn't shake from his head. He was storming home, pissed and hot with fury. 

He feels the vibration of the phone in his pocket, he sees your name and a picture of you he took flashing up on the screen, he answers. 

"You really are a fucking slut." He heard her gasp at the other end, choosing to ignore the bustle of people he could hear down the phone. 

"George, what the hell have I done?" You queried, mumbling a goodbye to someone the other end, It was Fred, no doubt, he thought. "Don't play dumb, Princess, I saw you and Fred just now."

"Me and Fre- Baby I just finished practice and I was calling to see if you could come and get me, like I said I would." You were confused at this point, pulling out your wand ready to apperate to his place. 

"You're unbelievable, I can't believe you would do this to me when I love you so much." You heard his voice crack, you knew it wasn't just some sick joke. The audible sound of heartbreak echoing down the phone. 

"Whatever this is Georgie, I'm coming home and we can talk about this, you have no idea how confused I am." He rolled his eyes at how easily you could lie to him, after all, you had been lying to the public for so long.

You turn up at his house, throwing your bag down before heading up the stairs to find him sitting on the bed. He wastes no time, having your body pinned against the wall in seconds. Your hair was in braids, not like how he saw you earlier, but he let the detail slide. "How long have you been sleeping with him?" 

"Fucking Hell, George I don’

t know what you're talking about honestly, I don't." you sighed, hanging your head as you saw a tear slip down his cheek. "I've been at practice all night, I even kissed you goodbye."

"Don't lie to me." he sighed, your hand going up to cup his cheek but he pulled away from your touch, the action causing a tightening in your chest. You couldn't lose him, not over something you didn't do.

"George, baby I promise, I love you. Forever, remember?" He shook his head, pushing away from the wall, seeing you there in front of him broke his heart, you stood so innocently, begging to be held and comforted. He loved you, with all his stupid heart could give you. He wanted to marry you, his princess. But he couldn't deny what he saw. Not when it sounded like you and looked like you. The facts were hard to deny, but he saw you broken, in front of him and maybe he just needed time, needed to confront Fred. But he couldn't rest easy if what he saw was true. 

"Get out." His voice was hardly above a whisper. He couldn't even choke out the words because he didn't want you to go, he wanted to hold you and kiss your tears away as the spilled down your cheeks. He was in love but feeling his heart shatter over and over as the image replayed in his head was too much to handle. You went to protest. 

"Get the FUCK OUT," he sighed, the last words coming out as a yell as he rubbed his eyes with his palm of his hand. "Please, I just need time."

You left. Unsure of where to go as you felt your heart break with every step towards your apartment. The lonely shell of a home. You had taken a detour past a small park, stepping into the area that would usually be filled with children’s laughter in the daytime, but in the dark night it was the perfect place to wallow as you pushed yourself forwards and backwards with your feet, feeling the tears fall and spill from your eyes. You wrote a hundred messages, tapping out the words before deleting them, you knew that nothing could console him. You and George had fought before but it was never anything as big or rash as this. 

<< George, just know I love you. x

<< I love you with my whole fucking heart. x

<< I'll love you forever, never forget that. x

>> Forever. xx

You knew that deep down, what you had wasn't lost, and that he wanted to be there with you, he just needed time. And you needed to talk to Fred.

/// TO BE CONTINUED ///

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does it ever drive you crazy? // george weasley

Summary: lovers // you didn’t know when exactly it got hard to be friends with george weasley

Request: nee

A/N: so this is the last part!!!!! Very much hope you like and much thank to Erica ( @ickle-ronniekins ) for being excited about this bc if she wasn’t, I almost definitely wouldn’t have written this ALSO ok but scepticism is such a weird word

Reader: female, Slytherin

Warnings: swearing

enemies // friends // lovers // epilogue

It didn’t take a genius to know where Hermione would be, you thought as you searched around the library for her huddled figure. You grinned as you approached her, the book in your hand heavy as you got closer. She smiled when she saw you, watching you with curiosity as you dragged the chair opposite her out and sat down.

She looked at you expectantly as you pulled out the book from behind your back and presented it to her.

“A first edition Moby Dick?” she whispered; her eyes glued to the cover. “How on Earth-“

“My parents. It’s for you.”

Her head shot up so fast you would’ve thought she got whiplash.

“I couldn’t accept-“ she said quickly. “Why?”

“I heard you decked Malfoy last year,” you said with a smirk, leaning your chin on your hand, pleased to see her so happy about your gift.

“Oh.”

“I just wanted to support any efforts you had to repeat the incident.”

She grinned widely, looking back at the book in her hands, hugging it to her chest slightly.

“Thank you-“

“Don’t mention it, Granger,” you insisted, shooting her a smile before turning to leave, only to be interrupted by George, who was crouching behind the bookshelf next to you.

“Why are you being so nice?” he asked gruffly, frowning. “You’re never nice; isn’t it against some super-secret Slytherin code to be nice?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms as you stared at him.

“Perhaps,” you said. “But, I’m nice to you.”

“Right,” he snorted, tilting his head to the side before looking behind you for something, or someone. “Sure, you are.”

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. “I could be if I wanted to be… I just don’t want to be.”

“Now, that’s a lie.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as he stared past you. “I think that not telling Pince that you’re pulling a prank in the library is quite nice of me.”

His wide eyes shot to yours in panic, not at all relieved by your smug expression. You didn’t say anything else as you left though, and as he watched you saunter out, he frowned. Had your lips always looked like that when you bit them? Why had he noticed?

“Ready, Georgie?” Fred asked, his eyebrows drawn downwards as he looked between your disappearing figure and George’s confused face.

“Yeah, yeah, course.”

After spending the day with them at Hogsmeade, you started spending more and more time with the Weasley twins. You were more surprised than anyone at how much you were enjoying yourself. The new year changed nothing and so, as sixth year rolled around, you found yourself on quite friendly terms with the idiots you’d actually come to enjoy being around, even when they had a tendency to ambush you in corridors.

“What you up to, Y/N?” George asked, scaring the shit out of you as you walked down the hallway. His presence at your side was looming and you tensed at the proximity. Fred appeared over your other shoulder, gifting you with matching shadows.

“Causing trouble?” Fred said conspiratorially.

“Could I ever with you two prats around?” you said, only just noticing their massive grins. “No doubt whatever you’re about to pull will backfire astronomically.”

“Y/N,” Fred gasped, placing his hand on his chest. “Ye of little faith! Do you not trust us?”

You hummed as they stopped outside the Great Hall which was seemingly always full nowadays with people trying to enter their names for the Triwizard Tournament.

“Not particularly, no,” you said, eyebrows raised.

“Oh!” George exclaimed, clapping his palm against his chest exactly as his brother had done. “Dear Y/N, you wound us with your scepticism!”

You shot him a dry look, frowning lightly at the way your stomach twisted as he grinned at you. You leant in the doorway as they rushed inside; their entrance met with a chorus of cheers. Watching them talk to Hermione, you let your head rest on the stone archway. They were such idiots, you thought as you regarded them, your eyes lingering on George’s face, animated as ever.

When they moved closer towards the goblet, you were caught off guard by Hermione’s pointed stare, a smirk playing on her lips. You frowned in confusion and she only shrugged; a very irritating, very knowing shrug. Annoyance coursed through you as she avoided your eyes and you were in half a mind to walk over to her before Fred and George were all but ejected from the cup’s perimeter, soaring backwards as grey hair sprouted all over their faces.

A laugh of disbelief escaped your lips and your hand flew to your mouth as they began to scrap on the floor, rolling around like children even though they looked more like OAPs than reckless tweens. You snorted at them, not at all aware of Hermione’s eyes on you, a curious smile on her lips.

The Triwizard Tournament was the talk of the school and despite the undeniable rush that gossip and competition provided, you found yourself avoiding the whole business entirely. You didn’t know Cedric Diggory too well and you didn’t care all that much for Krum or Fleur Delacour; Harry was another matter, though, and whilst you cared about whether he lived or died, you didn’t think you’d be having sleepovers anytime soon. 

And so, you just kept to your studies. Regardless of how crass it sounded, life still went on and whilst the champions were battling dragons, you still had essays to write and tests to revise for. With that said, you did enjoy destroying those stupid badges that had swept through Hogwarts like the plague.

In your spare time, you found great joy in hitting them mercilessly with your quidditch bat, pummelling them until they turned black and stopped with that ridiculous “Potter stinks” slogan. Sure, magic would’ve done the trick, but it was nowhere near as much fun. You were on your fourteenth badge when a presence behind you startled you.

“What’re you doing?” George asked, his tone curious as he stood next to you with his arms crossed.

“Target practice,” you said, not pausing to chat as you threw another badge in the air and sent it slamming into the stone wall opposite.

George didn’t say anything for a moment; he just watched you with a small smile.

“You know, your heart isn’t as ice-cold as you want people to believe,” he said slowly, frowning as he examined your features.

“Is that right?” you asked, your voice deliberately devoid of emotion. “Anything more you’d like to tell me about myself?”

You could feel his eyes on you as you spoke and you cursed the part of your brain that wanted so desperately to blush under the weight of his stare. You swallowed, adjusting your grip on the bat. You could’ve sworn that he didn’t have this effect on you the day before, but your mind wandered back to the strange incident in the hallway outside of Snape’s class and you missed the badge you’d just pitched yourself.

Things with George had gotten weird. You couldn’t place when exactly, but the easy banter you’d developed hardened and you found yourself avoiding him more often than not. It wasn’t easy, though, given the fact that you were supposed to be friends and given the fact that you looked for him around corners, almost disappointed when he wasn’t there. 

On some occasions, it was much harder to avoid him than others and despite how much you’d have liked to, you could hardly move when they sat opposite you in silent revision. That would just be rude. You ignored them for a while, acutely aware of their presence when George started muttering to Fred, his voice growing louder and louder.

“Oi, pea-brain,” you hissed, clicking your fingers to get their attention, a strange feeling climbing up your spine as George’s eyes fell on you. “Shut up.”

Fred rocked his head from side to side, imitating you and earning himself a hard kick in the shin under the table.

They managed silence for a whole nine minutes before Fred started poking you with his quill.

“Psst,” he said loudly, prodding you with his finger this time. “Hey-“

“What?” you snapped, scowling at Fred’s pleased grin, not unaware of George’s gaze also on you.

“Did you see the first task?”

“Of course, I did,” you said, returning back to your parchment.

“And?” he pressed, leaning forward.

“And, what?”

“What did you think?”

You paused, looking up from your paper to meet Fred’s eyes. You’d known him well enough long enough to notice when he was up to something. You glanced at George to see if he had the same devilish glint only to see him looking down, though it was obvious he wasn’t doing much with his stationary quill. With your eyebrows drawn down, you looked back at Fred, watching as he raised his eyebrows pointedly.

“Cedric was great, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, I suppose…”

You leant back slightly, confused as to why Fred was pushing the topic so much. Then, though, you realised. It was the way George’s brow furrowed at Cedric’s name that sparked your interest and as you glanced back at Fred, you raised an eyebrow. Was George jealous? Fred nodded.

“He was brilliant, actually,” you said conversationally, rolling your shoulders back. “The transfiguration of the rock into that dog? Quite ingenious to distract the dragon like that.”

“Anyone can do transfiguration,” George muttered under his breath.

A smile quirked at the corner of your lips as you turned to Fred, only growing as he made an upwards motion with his hands, urging you to amp it up a bit.

“And Krum’s conjunctivitis curse? Sort of brilliant for such a meat-head…”

“Sort of brilliant,” George scoffed, shaking his head as his grip on his quill tightened. You considered your interest piqued as you watching him closely this time, gauging his reaction.

“And, well, Harry’s always been an excellent flier, hasn’t he?”

As George rolled his eyes, you snickered, looking to Fred in disbelief.

“George, are you jealous?”

His head shot up quickly as his wide eyes met yours. “Me? What?” he spluttered unconvincingly. “Why would I be jealous?”

His question, to his credit, stumped you. Why would he be jealous? You supposed that an attention seeker like him would love the fame of being a Triwizard champion, but Fred and George still managed to be the names on everyone’s lips with their betting service. It had to be that, though, right? There was no other reason why he’d be jealous.

“No reason,” you said shortly, turning back to your essay.

This time they managed seventeen minutes in silence before George started asking Fred about Potions, a subject Fred knew very little about given his partner was Angelina Johnson. To say he was distracted in those lessons would be a gross understatement.

“I don’t know, mate,” Fred said apologetically, frowning when George groaned. You told yourself not to, but the words were already spilling out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop yourself.

“I can help,” you offered, sealing your mouth shut. When you did you get so bloody helpful?

“Really?” George said, his eyes so earnest a lump formed in your throat. You could only nod.

“Brilliant,” he grinned, sliding over his parchment. “What the bloody hell does this mean?”

For all his faults, George, you had to admit, was smarter than he looked.

“So, you add horned slugs if-“ he cut himself off when Seamus Finnigan sat down next to him, immediately and easily drawing his attention away from his work. You couldn’t contain your eyeroll and you didn’t try to.

“Those Beauxbatons girls…” Seamus mused, shaking his head. “They’re grand, aren’t they?”

“I’ll say,” George agreed, lighting up. “There was this one the other day that me and Fred bumped into and blimey she was-“

“Maybe she could help you with potions,” you said, your tone more venomous than intended as you leant back. You recognised the prangs of jealousy in your gut and clenched your jaw at the feeling.

“Are you jealous?” George asked, barely able to fight the smile on his lips.

“Am I-“ you rushed, tutting. “Of course, not. Why would I be jealous?”

George narrowed his eyes but left well enough alone when Seamus once again garnered his attention and you were left asking yourself the same question over and over again. Why would you be jealous? 

You didn’t have an answer when Hermione stalked over to you in the corridor with a determined look on her face and an armful of textbooks.

“You like George,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You hoped it wasn’t.

“I’ve been accused of many things, Granger,” you said, walking away as she followed. “But never something as awful as that.”

She scoffed, much to your dismay.

“Right, but I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

You swallowed. “With contempt and thinly veiled hatred?” you suggested, though your tone was far from credible.

“Like you’re in love.”

That, of all the things she could have said, very quickly broke your composure.

“Give off, Hermione,” you said harshly, partially thankful for being able to so honestly and full-heartedly deny something.

“Fine, fine, alright,” she said, raising her eyebrows as you stopped before a staircase. “But at least admit you like him.”

“Maybe I like like him,” you replied childishly, trying unsuccessfully to avoid thinking about it.

She shot you a dry look.

“We both know you do,” she said matter-of-factly, disappearing back the way you came and leaving you to stew on her words as you stomped up the staircase.

You couldn’t like George, right? He was George. He was stupid and irritating and reckless and the year before you’d hated his guts. Things couldn’t change that fast, could they? Could they?

What you didn’t know was that George had been asking himself the same thing.

“Shut up, Fred, I do not-“

“Right, sure. You definitely do not fancy Y/N. Gotcha!”

“I’m serious, Freddie,” George said lowly, throwing a scrunched-up ball of paper at his brother across the Gryffindor common room.

“So am I, Georgie,” Fred said, sitting up. “Anyone with half a brain-cell could tell you’re mad for her.”

“Mad for who?” Harry asked, strolling through the portrait hole with Ron hot on his heels.

“Y/N,” Fred replied, smiling at George’s sigh.

“Oh, right,” Harry said, sitting in one of the armchairs.

“What the bloody hell do you mean ‘Oh, right’?” George said, his tone exasperated.

“Well, it’s kind of obvious,” Ron said, shrugging. “You guys hated each other a few months ago and now you’re making googly eyes at each other all the bloody time.”

“Oh, piss off, Ron,” George groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. “You don’t know anything about girls.”

“Oi!”

“He’s right though,” Fred insisted, kicking at George with his foot. “Why do you think you were so jealous when she was chatting about Cedric and Krum?”

George, as a rule, hated it when Fred was right. He hated it even more when Ron was right and so, as he walked down to the dungeon to find you, he was not in love with the whole situation. It was annoying, really, that they thought they knew so much. It was more annoying that they did know so much. Even a broken clock, though, he figured, was right twice a day. 

As he slipped through the Slytherin common room charms, he was taken aback by the memory of him doing exactly the same thing not two years ago and a strange feeling clenched at his chest.

Seeing George Weasley in your common room was never a good sign, and as you noticed him by the doors, you knew that he would have to leave very soon before he got hexed or worse, before Malfoy started to talk to him.

“Oi, Y/N,” he said, finally spotting you as you walked towards him, already fully aware of his presence.

“George,” you replied, nervousness brewing inside your stomach. It was the first time you’d been alone with him in a very long time.

“Do you-“ he began, swallowing as he looked down at you. Your words lodged in your throat at the serious look in his eyes. “Do you fancy going to the Yule Ball, by any chance?”

You raised your eyebrows, your eavesdropping audience long forgotten as you stared at him.

“With me?” he added, frowning.

“With you?” you repeated, trying to ignore the echo of your heartbeat in your ears.

“Yes.”

You both stared at each other for a moment.

“Are you asking me out?”

“I think so, yeah.”

Your mouth twitched at his uneasy tone, finding his nerves quite endearing.

“Alright.” You said, nodding, a small smile growing on your lips.

“Yeah?” he asked, his whole face lighting up in surprise.

“Yeah,” you repeated, biting your lip as you grinned at him.

“Brilliant,” he breathed, his cheeks hurting as he beamed. His confidence seemed to flood back to him as he looked at you again, standing taller than he had been. “I mean, we could just skip the ball and just make-“

“Don’t push it, Weasley,” you said, raising an eyebrow. You wetted your lips, fully aware of his eyes on them. He glanced up to meet your gaze, pleased to see the same mischievous twinkle he knew so well.

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One Love {Fleur Delacour x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3051 Summary: With the foreign students coming to Hogwarts, feelings are amped up.

Being an honorary Weasley, thanks to being really good friends with Fred and George despite being in different houses, had a lot of perks and very little setbacks. One of those perks was you were also friends with Ron, Harry and Hermione - or the Golden Trio as they were called behind their backs, and they looked up to you as another sibling. With Hermione, you would let her go over your study sheets so she would know what to expect from classes in the upcoming years, something she took very seriously. With Ron, you saved him from the worst of the pranks, giving him a heads up when the twins were planning something, and you were almost his match when it came to Wizard’s Chess. And Harry - well, you looked out for him most of all because he seemed to need it more than the others. Over the three dangerous years at Hogwarts thus far, he’d managed to get himself into quite a trouble. Voldemort, Basilisks, Werewolves - and now that the TriWizard Tournament was coming up, you wondered what would happen with him in that. Better not to tell him about it, lest he get any ideas.

You sat at the Hufflepuff table when the tournament was announced, your eyes looking over at the twins automatically. They were looking a little too excited about something, and you guessed correctly that they were planning on scheming their way in. Now that was something that you would have to bring up to Molly the next time that you wrote to her. Then you looked towards Harry, Hermione and Ron, who looked interested in the tournament but didn’t seem to have any intention of pulling something, the way that the twins were.

That was a relief.

You yourself had no intentions of trying to sneak into the Tournament - all of that talk about danger and glory didn’t really appeal to you. But you would happily be in the stands to watch. It was a once in a lifetime show, unless of course you were like Dumbledore and could live well beyond a century.

“-the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their Headmistress, Madame Maxime!” Dumbledore announced. The doors opened and every eye went to the group of ladies that entered the room, dressed in beautiful blue uniforms. You weren’t the only one who felt smitten by the beauty of the French girls, you were certain of that. Just about everyone was staring, awestruck in some manner. They stopped in the middle of the hallway and sighed, positioning their bodies to your table.

One of the girls caught your eye in particular, and you blushed just looking at her. A striking blonde, with blue eyes and a determined look. She wasn’t here just to look pretty, you saw. She was here to win. She flitted along with the others, stopping by the Gryffindor table to sigh and position themselves again. You were amused this time to see that Ron’s jaw had dropped. The girl that you had been eyeing did a twirl and then a curtsy in the middle of the ladies, bringing more attention to herself. You didn’t mind that at all. She deserved it.

And then came the burly, surly men of Durmstrang. Although their entrance was impressive, with their staffs and their acrobatics, it wasn’t as eyecatching as the ladies. Men showing off their brawn, how predictable.

-

All that anyone talked about anymore was the tournament. You understood the appeal, but you were growing a little tired of the same thing being said over and over. People were trying to guess who the champions would be. Didn’t matter much to you, you would be supporting all three of the champions. It didn’t feel fair to only cheer on your own, especially since Hogwarts had home-field advantage. You just hoped that it wouldn’t be one of the Weasley twins.

You were sitting with Hermione, helping her to study Herbology - one of your favorite subjects, and not just because it was your Head of House that was teaching it, and watching the students put their names in. The doors opened up to a bunch of giggles and you saw those two, just as you knew you would, come in with goofy grins on their faces. “Don’t you dare,” You said to them, lifting your eyes from the book. “I’ve already told your mother about your plans, and she has some serious words for you come Christmas.”

“But she’s not here to stop us, now is she?” George said with that stupid smile.

“Even if you are a party pooper,” Fred finished. You shook your head and looked over at Hermione, who was staring at the two of them as if they were the stupidest people in Earth. You somewhat agreed.

“Don’t even bother with them. It’ll backfire either way,” You said, smiling at her. She nodded, rolling her eyes, but neither of you went back to the books, deciding to watch the show instead.

Of course their plan backfired. Aging potions, which only turned them into old men, though it was amusing to watch them fight. While they bickered in the corner, still pushing each other around, some of the students from the other classes came in to enter their names. There were quite a few from your own house, which made you feel a swell of pride. You would love it if a Hufflepuff managed to get into the tournament, though you hoped that they wouldn’t get hurt in the process. The pretty Beauxbatons girl came in, her name written on a fan-like piece of paper. She had to stand on her tiptoes to put it in, and you couldn’t help but admire how lithe her body was. Like she was made to be a dancer.

“You’re staring,” Hermione muttered, nudging your elbow.

“The way you were at Krum?” You muttered back, causing her to get nearly as red as you had been.

“Was not,” Hermione said, speaking under her breath.

“Were too,” You chimed. “But it’s alright. I won’t judge if you won’t.”

-

Fleur Delacour, AKA the girl that made your brain feel cloudy and your heart beat faster, was chosen as one of the champions. Viktor Krum, AKA the guy that made Hermione feel a little gaga for the first time in her life, was also chosen. Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff who you knew from Quidditch and made a lot of the girls swoon, was chosen. It was almost as if the Goblet of Fire had chosen based on looks rather than just talent, but you would all see. And then, to your chagrin, somehow, Harry had been chosen.

You were one of the few who seemed to believe that he wasn’t crazy enough to try to put his name in the cup. That meant that you spent a lot more time together these days, because he wasn’t around Ron. You called the boy you thought of as a younger sibling a prat, and told him to get his head out of your arse, but he wasn’t coming around yet. He would eventually. He and Harry had been through so much together.

The first task was intimidating as all hell. Dragons, actual fully grown dragons, taking up the Quidditch pitch. And people were just supposed to be okay with this? You stood in the stands with others in your house, and with Fred and George who were disappointed that their plan didn’t work, with pins showing the faces of all four competitors. You weren’t taking sides, and you weren’t giving in to Fred and George’s bets either. You just wanted everyone to get through this safely. You didn’t care who wins.

Cedric was first, and he got through it with Transfiguration. Fleur, to your delight, tried to put the dragon into a trance. You thought that she was absolutely brilliant, especially when her dragon fell asleep. You cheered loudly for her, though it seemed that most of your house didn’t agree with you. They only cheered when her skirt caught on fire, revealing more of her long legs. You rolled your eyes at them, muttering that they were perverts.

They booed when Viktor managed to get through it as well. But there was a huge cheer when Harry caught the golden egg and managed to escape from the dragon. The prejudice was showing. This was meant to bring people together, not keep them apart. You left a little early, descending the stairs to go back to the Common Room, away from the negativity of others.

-

You were sitting by yourself in the Great Hall, no Hermione with you this time. The twins were off doing Quidditch practice, since the dragons had been cleared from the pitch. You missed them a bit - as well as the three little ones, but they had a lot of work to do. Helping Harry prepare for the next task was a big undertaking, but they seemed more than capable. And you had your own schoolwork that you had to complete, having fallen a little behind. You put the quill behind your ear as you went from note taking to reading, just to keep it out of the way.

“You ‘av a liddle ink - just ‘ere-” A voice came from across the table. You hadn’t even realized anyone was there, but now you definitely did. Fleur Delacour herself, sitting right there. And she was reaching towards you with a blue handkerchief that matched her Beauxbatons uniform perfectly. She dabbed it at a spot by your ear then pulled it back, smiling.

“Oh, thanks - I didn’t notice,” You said, feeling a little like a fool for making such a bad impression, but it couldn’t be helped. At least she had pointed it out before anyone else saw it.

“You shouldn’t put your quill like zat - it will ruffle,” Fleur advised.  You hastily took the quill out of your hair and set it down upon the table. She was right. The little feathers were a bit ruffled, and far from being as straight as they were when you had bought it.

“Thank you again,” You smiled, wondering why she was sitting with you of all people. “Are you looking forward to the second task?”

“I am a little nervous,” Fleur said, her i’s sounding like double e’s, which you thought was adorable. Leetle. “I noticed you ‘ave my pin. They caught my good side, no?”

You looked down at your sweater, where you proudly had pins of the four, the fantastic four as you liked to call them, attached to your chest. A fourth year Slytherin had started to make and give out pins that denounced Harry - and that was the only pin that you didn’t have. But you certainly did have Fleur’s smiling, yet determined face there. There was something about the way that she tensed her jaw, like she was looking into the future for any obstacles she could overcome.

“I think you’re all talented, so I’m cheering for everyone,” You explained.

“‘Ow very mature,” She said, looking over each pin. It was a bit intimidating being under her gaze like this. Especially since she was eyeing your chest. Your heart was pounding again, like it had when your eyes first made eye contact. You were positive that if she squinted, she would be able to see it. “But I am your favorite - no?” She asked with a giggle.

“Well, tied for favorite,” You giggled along with her. “Harry is like a brother to me, so of course he’s going to be higher than the rest.”

“‘e is lucky to know you, and you lucky to know ‘im,” She said, with a look in your eye that you couldn’t quite read. “‘e and ‘is friends care very much about you.”

“Did they say that?” You asked, wondering how this came about.

“More or less,” Fleur said with a smile. She leaned in, and with her adorable accent, she told you a little story of what had happened in the morning. “I was walking to my class and I over’eard my name,” She started. “I like to know what the people say about me so I listened in and it was ‘arry and his friends. The redhead and the bushy haired girl-”

“Ron and Hermione,” You interceded. Fleur nodded, and then continued.

“-and zey were saying that you have a little crush on me.” She smiled widely. You were shocked by this development, sure that Hermione was going to keep it a secret. Oh, you were so going to tell everyone that she fancied Krum. You couldn’t wait.

“Well uhh - you are very beautiful, and very smart, and-”

“I know,” Fleur said. She didn’t sound arrogant, though others might have thought that she was. It was just the honest truth that people would be interested in her. When she spoke, others quieted down so they could listen to what she had to say. Even if some of the Hogwarts girls made fun of her accent out of jealousy, it was really quite endearing. You didn’t know if your heart could take it if she said something to you in her native French tongue. “Do you really zink zat I am smart?”

You nodded. “And really brave. You’re kicking the boys butts, it’s really cool to see you do that. You’re heightening people’s expectations.”

“Zank you...” Fleur said, a little taken aback. “Sometimes I get sick of ‘earing ‘ow pretty I am.” She sighed as if it was an everyday problem for her, and you assumed that it probably was. “Zat is all I get from these - these - stupid boys!”

“They’re not the most imaginative, are they?” You chuckled. Both of the twins had asked you to the ball, but they did it in such an unspectacular manner. Like they were just expecting you to say yes no matter what they did. But you had said no, because if you were going to go, you wanted it to be something just a little more outstanding. Even proper words rather than a ‘We’re going together, innit?’ “Did you want me to say more nice things about you?”

Fleur giggled at that, her blonde hair bouncing around her. It wasn’t tucked back into it’s usual ponytail for once, but hung around her shoulders in curls. You could see the bits of Veela to her, having heard the rumors that she had some of their blood. “No, no, I vanted to know what you thought of me.”

“It wasn’t really meant to be a secret, I just thought that - well, since you have so many admirers, I didn’t want to be just another face in the crowd,” You shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalant. But really, your heart was beating quickly, and you felt like you were going to be sick. Your nerves were getting to you, and you couldn’t believe this was really happening. Like you had eaten a bad hot dog - and you prayed you wouldn’t get sick on her.

“You are so cute. y/n,” Fleur said. You felt like someone had just thrown you in a fire with the way that she had said your name. The way that her accent formed it. “I am glad I asked your friends about you.”

“Yeah, I guess I have to thank them for thinking about me,” You said, biting on your bottom lip. At first you had wanted to pummel them, which was not a very Hufflepuff way to think, but you had been mortified. But now, that it seemed like something good was coming out of it, you were thrilled. You would be sending Harry, Ron and Hermione so much Honeydukes for Christmas, they were going to gain a hundred pounds each.

“So - does that mean you will go to ‘ze ball with me?” Fleur asked, leaning in as if you were discussing something secret. “You will ‘ave to learn ze dance but we can practice it together-”

“I think I can handle a couple of steps,” You said, after trying to get your breath back. You finally let a deep one out with a smile. This was really beginning to be the best study break that you had ever taken, although you couldn’t remember a single line that you had just read.

“Great!” Fleur clapped, excitedly, bringing about a couple of looks, mainly jealous ones from the boys that you were the lucky one to be spending time with her. “My dress is silver.”

“I’m sure I can find something to compliment it,” You said, knowing now that you would have to go to Hogsmeade on the next trip to find something suitable.

“And I expect a corsage-” She said, nearly butchering the word with her pronunciation but you thought that it was the sweetest thing. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, and expected it to be perfect.

“Of course,” You said, bowing your head. You could do a corsage, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

“And I ‘zink zat is about it!” She said, leaning forward and caressed your cheek like she had when she removed the ink blemish, but this time, it was with her bare fingers. “Practice Sunday Morning, in ze Astronomy Tower?”

“I’ll be there,” You promised. She blew you a kiss, tapped your cheek goodbye, then left the Hufflepuff table to go back to the group of giggling girls that sat at the table that had been made for the Beauxbatons students. You looked around, feeling like a big puddle of pure honey, seeing a couple of looks in your direction. You packed up your things in a hurry, then rushed out of the Great Hall, your sights set on the Gryffindor Tower.

You had to find the Golden Trio, and you had to ask Hermione where you could possibly get a corsage in a wizarding village.

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Which Weasley are you?

Please do my quiz!!

[thefreckledprincess]

The first chapter of my new fic is now on ao3. It is a Fred Weasley x OC, and I really hope you like it. If you have any comments PLEASE let me know. I've never published any of my fics, so I am very nervous...

June Davies and Fred Weasley had grown up together, and had been best friends since they were practically in diapers. She, George, and Fred had become inseparable, with Ginny never to far behind. However, June had never confessed the feelings she had held towards Fred, and believed he would never return those feelings to her. At the beginning of their fourth year at Hogwarts, Fred's typical flirty comments and jabs seem to amp up, and he begins to be more protective and affectionate than usual. Is this all another one of Fred's typical pranks?

This will be in both June and Fred's POV, and will typically flip flop chapters.

[alkali-is-sleeping]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, dads - Relationship Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Rubeus Hagrid, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Hedwig (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: POV Sirius Black, Sad Sirius Black, Wolfsbane Potion, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Raise Harry Potter, References to Depression, alchoholism, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, gay dads save the day (and eachother) Summary:

When Sirius finds his best friends to be dead, their son, his godson, abandoned, he makes a promise; To love like Lily and James loved everyone. But raising a child and dealing with such intense pain is not an easy task, even when someone who loves you is at your side. With references to the multifaceted nature of depression, this is a story of rebuilding oneself in the face of adversity.

[dhr-ao3]

Tides of fate (Enemies to Lovers: Draco &amp; Hermione)

Tides of fate (Enemies to Lovers: Draco & Hermione) https://ift.tt/b7pAsNv by Cheriemica Ministry of Magic, five years after the war. Both Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are 25 years old and working at the Ministry in different departments. Enemies to Lovers: Draco & Hermione Words: 1183, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Other Characters: Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Protective Draco Malfoy, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Adult Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Auror Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Ginny Weasley Friendship, Bisexual Ginny Weasley, Dobby Lives (Harry Potter), Dobby is a Free Elf (Harry Potter), Mentioned Dobby (Harry Potter) via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/AoyKEZJ October 03, 2024 at 09:26PM

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HARRY POTTER &amp; ONE SHOT STORIES

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NQf9PEa by Blazemariared I do Ship that i tags. You can request to which ship you guys wanna read. You can request other ship,i still will considering. Hope you enjoy. Words: 31, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Fenrir Greyback, Hermione Granger, Astoria Greengrass, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Severus Snape, Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy/Voldemort, Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Voldemort, Severus Snape/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape/Voldemort, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Voldemort, James Potter/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood/Harry Potter, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Aged-Up Character(s), Rape/Non-con Elements, Character Death, Character Bashing read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58191001

[slytherinsz]

Dating Fred Weasley as a Muggle-Born would include:

Having him always argue with someone that called you a "mudblood" or made a comment on your blood status.

Inviting you over to the burrow for Christmas.

Molly always knitting you a sweater with your initial on the front, and on the bottom of the sleeve a tiny little "f", she would do the same with your initial on his sweaters.

Having Arthur always question you about muggle artifacts and ask you to take him on a tour of the muggle's version of London.

Having him over at your house for holidays and him being fascinated by your parents and your lifestyle.

Having both of your families meet and your mom teach Molly how to knit without magic whilst your dad talked to Arthur about how the Muggle world works and Ginny and Ron playing with your younger siblings.

Him and George always trying to confuse you, but you know the difference with your eyes closed.

Your parents never knowing the diffeence between him and George.

Taking him on cute muggle dates.

Having him always play pranks on you and send you little messages during class.

Him letting you wear his quidditch uniform & sweaters.

Him hiding your robes when you guys are in his room so you can't leave.

LOTS of play fights.

Being best-friends with Ginny and helping her sneak around her brothers to see her boyfriends.

Always help Fred and George plan their pranks.

Falling asleep together in the common room next to the fireplace.

Always being the first to try their inventions.

Being considered part of the family by his parents and siblings.

Also being best friends with George because you know they can't live without each other and always trying to set him up with someone so you can go on double dates.