#George Weasley preferences

[fl1rtaciou5]

What they are like as a partner | (HP Men)

including: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter:

this guy is under an unfathomable amount of stress and bears the weight of impacting the future of the entire wizarding (and muggle) world, so he cherishes the small moments with you

the lazy weekends, sleeping in and playing exploding snaps in the quiet of his dorm

cuddling with you on the sofas in the common room, the roaring fire's warmth miniscule in comparison to the comfort of his body enveloping yours

that doesn't mean in the stressful moments he's absent

he confides in you about the stress and struggle, you are his rock

he loves to listen to you, whether it's as complex as your studies about the nearing arithmancy exam or the simpleness of how your day was

he is a yearner!

he always has either his hands or at least his eyes on you

he worries about what others say about him. not because he's concerned about other's opinions, it's because he worries about yours

he'll ask if his hair looks nice "is it fine? i can change it, it's no problem. whatever you want"

but he is also a member of the sassy man apocalypse.

most of the time it's directed at other students, mostly draco, but there are times he hits you with an eye roll or witty response

he is quick to apologize though

overall, he is an attentive and reserved boyfriend

Ron Weasley:

when he met you, it was like merlin himself bestowed the greatest, heavenly gift to him

with his millions of siblings and legendary and powerful best friends, it's hard for him not to feel inferior or covered in a mirky shadow

but since you decided to choose him, which he still doesn't understand, he worships you

he always mentions you in conversation. to the point that the twins start to tease him and mention you before ron can

he knows all of your favorite things: sweets, class, professor, shop, t-shirt, drink, food, color...everything

he doesn't have a lot of money, so he makes up for the lack of material gifts with the expert knowledge of you

he'll save you an extra pumpkin pasty because he knows you love them. he'll pick the flower on the way back from hogsmeade for you.

however, he gets jealous super easily. dean thomas asks for a quill from you -> jealous. harry asks you a question about herbology homework -> jealous. justin finch fletchley glances at you for a moment to long -> jealous

he is easy to soothe though, a kiss will solve quite anything. he's wrapped around your finger

he will defend you viciously around others, he'll never let a bad word about you slide around him

he loves pda, an arm around you at all times. a kiss before class and after. he wants everyone to know that you chose him

Neville Longbottom:

he showers you with compliments all day long and will be your number one supporter

he goes out of his way to tell you how much he loves your insecurities

he is very shy, and will always ask you for input

"should i wear this sweater?", "can i walk you to class?", "can we hang out later, no pressure"

new flowers every two weeks, they always include a variation of your favorite flower

loves study dates, especially herbology because it is one of the few things he exudes confidence with

always tells you how proud he is of you

doesn't like pda, he is very private with his relationship

but he is the first person to praise/congratulate you in your big moments

he gets picked on a lot by others and it does get to him at times, so be prepared to comfort him like he does for you

Fred Weasley:

he is quite the flirt and will take any chance to make you blush

a wink when passing in the halls, a quick innuendo whispered in your ear in class, and longing touches when out with friends

will never let you open a door for yourself, will sprint ahead of you to open the classroom door

has a reputation for being a prankster, and you are not off limits when it comes to being pranked

however your pranks are very light and silly compared to most of his other victims

you are the first person (besides george) he tells about any new idea for his joke shop products

you know the saying you're not just dating a person, but their entire family - this is true for fred

george and lee are almost always with the two of you, very little privacy

He once asked george to switch spots with him to prank you, you could tell right away once george didn't immediately try to kiss you when you saw him that morning

he does get jealous at times, but mostly when you laugh to hard at someone's joke, he is the only one who can make you laugh like that

will always include you when going out with friends and invite you to quidditch practices always

George Weasley:

he is definitely more reserved than fred, but is still very extroverted

more outward with his pda though -> arm around your shoulder or waist at all times

doesn't like to prank you because he would rather you be included and contribute to his pranks

is also a flirt, but it's mostly compliments and telling you how good you look

there is always a smile on his face around you

will also include you in everything he does, thinks, or says

jealousy just runs in the weasley family, but he will sit with it quietly and you will just have to wonder why marcus flint was left hanging off the witch statue by his robe the next morning

loves to tease you

will moves strands of hair away from your face and just smile at you

loves to stare you, whenever you look up from your potion in class his eyes are piercing into you

loves to give weird gag gifts to you, then right afterwards surprise you with something you actually wanted

Draco Malfoy:

rivals harry with his sassy demeanor, obligatory eye roll every thirty minutes

a hand at the small of your back guiding you when walking

a smirk is always on his face along with a suggestive comment coming out of it at the sight of you

always has his silver rings and chain on

will make fun of others with you

during his quidditch games, he will show off for you and point to you

will entertain other girls' attention, then call you over to show you off

cares about appearance a lot

will tell the sweetest stories about his mother, but only to you and in the privacy of a dorm

is a huge cuddler, but do not tell anyone he is very worried about that getting out

a perfect afternoon for him is harry tripping and embarrassing himself, and then cuddling with you in his dorm after

is very competitive, whether it's class performance or a quick game of wizard's chess be prepared for him to try too hard

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[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

[nadinebrooks]

Here is the link to my masterlist.

George Weasley: Ravenclaw Princess

Warnings: None

The Yule Ball approached and the halls of Hogwarts were buzzing with excitement. Decorations were being put up, students whispered and giggled about potential dates, and even the usually calm library was filled with an air of anticipation. 

Amidst all this, you sat in your usual seat in the library, surrounded by a mountain of books.

Known as the “Ravenclaw Princess,” you earned a reputation for her exceptional intellect and wit. Rumors swirled around that you were a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw herself, a claim that you neither confirmed nor denied. 

Despite your intelligence and logical demeanor, you often came across as isolated and detached. Your sharp mind and critical nature intimidated many, including Hermione Granger. She once admitted to the Weasley twins that she found you somewhat daunting. Fred and George, ever the pranksters, often joked that you and Hermione would make perfect friends, much to her dismay. 

As you delved deeper into her Potions textbook, you glanced up to see George Weasley creeping into the library. He looked around nervously before making his way to a secluded corner where Lee Jordan and his twin, Fred, were sitting. 

Curiosity piqued and you subtly listened as he began to practice what seemed like lines for asking someone to the Yule Ball. 

You sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. George’s approach was endearing but undeniably terrible. Gathering your books, you decided to offer assistance when Fred and Lee had left. Approaching him, you cleared her throat, causing him to jump slightly. 

“George, I couldn’t help but overhear you … practicing,” you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. “If you don’t mind, I could offer some pointers.” 

“Oh, (y/n), that would be great.” He looked up with a mix of surprise and relief. “I didn’t think that anyone would be able to hear me.” 

“Well, not only were you quite loud, but you decided to practice in the quietest room in Hogwarts.” You replied with a hint of amusement. “Let’s start with the basics.” 

Over the next few days, you and George spent a lot of time together. You drilled him with proper etiquette, the right words to use, and even the subtleties of body language. George, ever the quick learner when it came to practical jokes and Quidditch strategies, struggled at first but gradually improved under your guidance.   

One afternoon, the two of you found herself in an empty classroom, practicing dance steps. The gramophone that you enchanted sat in the corner playing a soft waltz, and you demonstrated the steps with ease. 

“Alright, your turn,” you said, holding out a hand. 

George took it, his larger hand enveloping yours. He started slowly, counting the steps under his breath. “One, two, three … one, two three …”

“Relax, George. Feel the music,” you advised, your voice soft and patient, 

George nodded, trying to focus. As you moved around the room, you couldn’t help but notice how his usual playful demeanor had softened. His eyes, filled with determination and something else you couldn’t quite place, met yours. 

“You’re doing great,” you said, breaking into his thoughts. 

George smiled, genuinely touched by your encouragement. “Thanks, (y/n). I couldn’t have done this without you.” 

Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. George’s heart pounded in his chest, and he found himself leaning in closer. You, too, felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading through you, your usual guarded expression softening. 

“George, there’s something I need to tell you,” you began, but before you could continue, the door burst open, and Fred Weasley stumbled in. 

“Hey George, you in her? Oh-” Fred stopped short, taking in the scene before him. A smirk spread across his face. “Well, well, what do we have here?” 

“We were just practicing.” You composed yourself, clearing your throat and stepping away from George. He stepped back as well, his face turning red.

Fred raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure you were. Anyway, George, we need to get to the common room. Angelina’s got some new ideas for the Yule Ball decorations.” 

George nodded, giving you a grateful look. “Thanks again, (y/n). I’ll see you later.” 

As Fred and George left, you stood alone in the classroom, your heart was still racing. You had never felt this way before, and it both excited and terrified you. As you gathered your things, you couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps the Yule Ball would be more interesting than you had anticipated. 

The next few days flew by in a blur of classes and Yule Ball preparations. George’s confidence grew with each passing day, thanks to your help. One evening, after another practice session, he walked you back to the Ravenclaw common room. 

“Thanks again for all your help, (y/n). I really appreciate it,” George said, his voice sincere. 

“It’s been enjoyable,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “I grew up dancing. My mom forced me to learn, but I haven’t put anything to practice until now. I never realized how much fun dancing could be.”

George grinned. “Well, maybe we could have a dance at the Yule Ball? Just one, as a thank you.” 

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, George. Just one dance.” 

As you watched him walk away, you felt a strange flutter in your chest. You had spent so long isolating yourself, convinced that your intelligence and wit set you apart. But George had managed to break through your walls, showing you a world beyond books and logic.  

The night of the Yule Ball arrived, and the Great Hall was transformed into a winter wonderland. You entered, wearing a beautiful gown that shimmered like the night sky. As you scanned the room, your eyes met George’s. He looked dashing in his dress robes, and he made his way over to you with a smile. 

In the end, he ended up using everything that he had learned to ask you out to the Yule Ball. An offer that you would be crazy to deny. 

“You look stunning, he said, offering his hand. 

“Thank you George. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied, taking his hand. 

As the music started, you found yourself on the dance floor, moving in perfect harmony. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly happy. George’s presence was comforting, his warmth seeping into your heart. 

“There’s something I need to tell you,”  George said softly, his breath warm against your ear. 

You looked up at him, curiosity piqued. “What is it, George?”

“I’ve liked you for a long time, (y/n). I know I joke around a lot, but I’m serious about this. About us,” he confessed, his eyes earnest. 

Your heart skipped a beat. “I … I feel the same way George. I didn’t realize it until we started spending way more time together, but I like you too.”

A wide grin spread across George’s face, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The world around you faded away, and for the moment, it was just the two of you, lost in your own little bubble of happiness. 

As the night went on, you danced and laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years. The Ravenclaw Princess had found her prince, and for once, you didn’t mind being seen as something more than just an intelligent, critical mind. You were loved, and that made all the difference in the world. 

The Yule Ball continued to dazzle with laughter and music, filling the air. As the night deepened, you found yourself enjoying the festivities more than you ever imagined. George’s confession had opened a door you hadn’t realized was there, and stepping though it had changed everything. 

After your dance, you and George decided to take a break and get some fresh air. You wandered out to the courtyard, where the snow was gently falling, creating a serene, magical atmosphere. The cold air was refreshing after the warmth of the Great Hall, and you wrapped your cloak tighter around yourself. 

“Are you cold?” George asked, his concern evident in his eyes. 

“A little,” you admitted, smiling up at him. 

Without hesitation, George draped his own cloak around your shoulders. “Better?” 

“Much better. Thank you, George,” you replied, feeling warmth spread through you - not just from the cloak but from his thoughtful gesture. 

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the snow crunching softly beneath your feet. Finally, George spoke, his voice breaking the quiet.

“I can’t believe you helped me so much. I mean, I’ve always thought you were amazing, but getting to know you like this has been incredible,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I’ve enjoyed it too, George. More than I thought I would,” you replied honestly. “I’ve never really taken the time to get to know anyone outside of my house. I suppose I was a bit … arrogant.” 

“Well, you do have a reputation to uphold, Ravenclaw Princess,” he teased gently, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I suppose so. But maybe it’s time to let go of that title, at least a little.” 

George’s smile softened. “I like seeing this side of you. The real you. Not just the intelligent, witty, and sometimes intimidating version.” 

You blushed, feeling a rush of warmth despite the cold. “Thank you, George. For seeing me.” 

As you continued your walk, you found a secluded bench and sat down, the snow falling around you like a silent, beautiful curtain. George reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“I was thinking,” he began, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “maybe we could do something together after the holiday. Just the two of us.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date,” he confirmed, squeezing your hand gently. 

Over the holidays, you and George exchanged letters, each one filled with excitement and longing. When the new term began, you couldn’t wait to see him again. 

Your friends in Ravenclaw noticed a change in you - a lightness, a happiness that hadn’t been there before. 

On a crisp January evening, you found yourself in the Gryffindor common room, a place you had never ventured before. George had invited you to join him and his friends for a casual get-together, and despite your initial nerves, you found yourself enjoying the company. 

Fred, always the joker, couldn’t resist teasing his brother. “So, (y/n), how did George manage to convince the Ravenclaw Princess to spend time with us mere mortals?” 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Maybe I was tired of being isolated in my ivory tower.

“Or maybe she just couldn’t resist my charm.” George grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.  

Laughter filled the room, and you felt a sense of belonging that you haven't experienced in a long time. George’s friends welcomed you with open arms, and for the first time, you felt like you truly fit in. 

As the evening wore on, you and George found a quiet corner to talk. The fire cracked softly, casting a warm glow over the room. 

“I’ve been thinking about our date,” George said, his voice low and intimate. “How about Hogsmead this weekend?” 

“That sounds perfect,” you replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation. 

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough. When Saturday arrived, you and George met at the entrance of the castle, both of you bundled up against the cold. The village of Hogsmead was bustling with activity, and you spent the day exploring the shops, sipping butterbear, and enjoying each other’s company. 

As the day drew to a close, you found yourselves in a secluded spot near the Shrieking Shack. The sky was painted in hues of pink and orange, and the air was crisp and clear. 

George took your hand, his eyes serious. “I’ve wanted to ask you something for a while now, (y/n).” 

Your heart pounded in your chest. Something that happened often did whenever George was around. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” 

“Of course.” (y/n) nodded, her heart swelling with happiness.

He pulled you into his arms, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. 

As you walked back to the castle, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. You had found love in the most unexpected place, with the most wonderful person.

[eemoo1o-potteroo]

Wasn’t there once, like, a rumour – unconfirmed, lightly but conventionally speculated – that the twins’ wands were made from Dogwood due to the official description of the wood’s nature? But Fred and George’s wands look different (at least in the movies and movie-based collectibles), and while I think it would be a bit poetic for their wands to look identical – same length, structure, wood – but their cores being quite different, but that’s just evidently not the case. Perhaps the opposite is true?

[leahsflwer]

[IN THE MAKING]

[IN THE MAKING]

[hazeyysworld]

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

character: george weasley x f! reader

genre: soft fluff

summary: staying with george after his “holy” wound

warnings: brief mentions of blood and his wound

words: 887

.・。.・゜✭・.

During the Hogwarts war, Mad-eye Moody had given Fred, George, Bill, Fleur, Hermione and Ron polyjuice potions to disguise themselves as Harry Potter.

George had gone with Lupin and soon was hit accidentally by Snape's sectumsempra spell which cut his ear off.

George had come back, weak, and was laying on the sofa bleeding thoroughly when you had noticed the commotion from the kitchen..

You let out a gasp, “George..” You say softly, rushing in from the kitchen. You had stayed at the Burrow with Molly.

George slowly moves his head to look up at you, offering you a smile albeit an incredibly weak one.

“Oh Georgie..” You whisper out quietly, nearly down at his side as Molly runs her fingers through his hair.

“How- how are you feeling?” You ask, resting your hand on his arm.

It takes him a moment to reply, “..Saint like..I’m holy Y/n..I’m holy..you get it?” He says, pointing at the hole where his ear was.

“You- you are pathetic George Weasley..” You softly say with a small smile, leaning your head onto the couch.

George chuckles softly, wincing as Molly carefully starts to clean his wound up. He looks at you gently, his chest still rising and falling irregularly.

”Yeah, I just wanted to make you smile is all.” He says, watching you lean your head on the couch by him.

You smile at his words, he always found a way to warm you up no matter the situation, “Get some rest George..” You whisper out, leaning up to place a kiss to his forehead as you watch his eyes slowly flutter shut, sleep overcoming him.

George slowly nods before falling asleep within minutes. As you continue to watch him, Molly pats your shoulder.

”He’ll be fine, dear. I’m surprised that boy is still so cheeky, given the circumstances.” She says, giving you a smile.

“Yeah..” You whisper out, finally moving from your position as you feel everyone else start to move and shift a bout.

Some hours pass, you sit leaning against the couch, watching George’s chest rise and fall as he sleeps.

George slowly stirs a few hours later, a small groan falling from his lips as he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees being your face.

”Hey..” He mutters tiredly, a groggy smile on his lips.

“Hi..” You say, a tired yet genuine smile on your face, reaching for his hand to lace your fingers together with his.

George smiles a little as you gently intertwine your fingers with his, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

”How long have I been out for?” He asks quietly, his eyes still on yours.

“Just a few hours..” You say, eyes wandering from his to the bandages wrapped around his head, “How are you feeling?”

He groans softly, slowly sitting up into a more upright position, pulling your hand gently into his lap and gently tracing his fingers along the back of it.

”I feel like I’ve been hit full force in the head with a bludger. Apart from that, I’m good.” He teases lightly.

“Right..of course..” You say with a giggle, looking up at him with a smile.

George gently grins at the sound of your laughter, his eyes fixated on your face as he continues tracing his fingers along the back of your hand in his lap.

”You look beautiful, love.” He says quietly, tilting his head to the side slightly to look at you properly.

“Thank you George..” You whisper out, “You look quite…holy..” You say with a grin.

George laughs out softly, rolling his eyes playfully at your comment before gently poking your side with his free hand.

”Oh shush, you know you’d prefer me with both of my ears.”

“Oh..I’m not too sure about that Georgie..” You say with a smile, “The one ear thing is really starting to grow on me..”

“Oh yeah, you find it attractive, do you?” He asks, grinning at you as he leans closer to you and lowers his voice. His grin only grows wider as he notices your cheeks beginning to turn a light pink.

“Oh definitely..” You say with a giggle, eyes twinkling as you look at him.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Harry sits awake nearby, thinking about how in his fourth year George was too scared to ask you to the Yule Ball, so you asked him yourself.

He remembers the moment exactly, the way George’s face turned as red as his hair as you leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

He remembers the way Dean, Lee, and others had teased and made fun of the Weasley twin.

He remembers in his first year when George was too afraid to even speak to you when you would approach them, he would stutter and look away awkwardly- not knowing how to speak to a girl, let alone his crush.

Harry remembers the first time he saw you two in Hogsmeade, your fingers laced with George’s, a huge smile on his face as he looked down at you.

In Harry’s eyes you two were to get married, to survive the war and spend the rest of your time together.

In George’s eyes, you were the witch he wanted to stay with for the rest of your lives.

.・。.・゜✭・.

notes: yay! first fic in the books, hoping to put more out soon- sorry if it wasn’t too good! please send in any requests!

[vampirenocturno]

TITS OR ASS?

summary: which part of your body do the hp boys find most attractive?

includes: harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, neville longbottom, fred & george weasley. all depicted as 18+

diary entry: omg my first post! i hope you all like it ^^ i have another one of these planned with the marauders era boys, and then another with the girls. send an ask if you want to see someone specific!! also, my requests are open if you have thirsts, prompts, or ideas :3

part two (marauders). part three (gals).

HARRY POTTER

harry loves your legs. he loves to stare at them, touch them, massage them. his hands are constantly running up and down the expanse of your calves, pulling your legs across his on a sofa in the gryffindor common room. he loves to see you in short skirts, tight jeans, leggings, even sweatpants.

RON WEASLEY

boobs guy, definitely. he’s always got his head between them when you cuddle, more often than not his face is pressed into them to the point you aren’t sure he’s breathing. ron always makes his way back up, though, trailing kisses from your collarbone to your earlobe.

DRACO MALFOY

shoulders. maybe it was the strict malfoy upbringing, but nothing turns draco on more than seeing a slip of shoulder. you often tease him for getting worked up over something so simple and innocent, and he can do nothing but take your teasing and gulp as he watches your bra strap fall tantalizingly down your arm.

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

tummy. neville would spend all day with his head pressed into the pudge of your lower stomach if he could. he’d trace kisses from your pantyline to your bellybutton without batting an eye. when he pulls you close to him, his hand automatically flies to your belly, pressing you against him with his warm palm.

FRED WEASLEY

ass. he’ll pull pranks that get you to fall over or trip just so he can watch your skirt fly up. you’re aware of this habit, of course, and you indulge fred by skipping spandex under your uniform in favor of frills and lace.

GEORGE WEASLEY

thighs. he wants to be between them all the time, feeling the flesh suffocate him and make him go lightheaded. george would make you squeeze his head harder as he lays between your thighs. if he has to die, he’d prefer it be by your glorious thighs.

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hp boys x reader (ft. harry potter, ron weasley, fred weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, tom riddle) backtrack: "the feels", twice inspiration: my post for pjo (here) that has the same concept

harry potter

giving: acts of service

harry always fights to protect those he loves, lest we forget the battle in the department of mysteries to “save” sirius, and even those he could not care less about (ahem draco). he’s self sacrificing, literally walking to his own death in the last book to save everyone else. and on a day to day basis, he goes out of his way to include or be nice to everyone, especially those who don’t really have friends, like luna or neville. he’s less about grand gestures and sappy love, instead preferring to care for his loved ones in practical ways.

receiving: words of affirmation

before harry went to hogwarts and met his friends, he literally received no love. petunia, vernon, and dudley would emotionally and physically abuse him. for that reason, I think harry would really appreciate someone praising him or just simply saying an “I appreciate you” or even “I love you”. also for that reason, I think physical touch might be a receiving love language for harry too.

ron weasley

giving: acts of service

oh gosh here we go, I already know there’s going to be so many “acts of service” guys on here. ron’s one of the most loyal people in the series, he’s always there for his friends and he is super selfless and protective of them. curse the movies for taking away his moment where he stands up on a broken leg to protect harry from a literal serial killer (well not really, but they didn’t know it at the time). he’s not the most, uh, articulate should we say, but he always helps his friends out.

receiving: words of affirmation

growing up in a family as big as his, ron got cast aside a lot. I mean, his literal deepest desire was to be noticed by others and not be overshadowed. and deep down he definitely knew that his family loved him, it was just kind of hard to see sometimes since his parents’ and siblings’ attention was always so divided. (side note, as an only child I could not imagine being in a family of ron’s size; one of my best friends has two sisters and she’s one of the nicest people I know, and I definitely think there’s a correlation) so if someone were to finally notice him and genuinely love him for who he is and tell him that, it would make him so happy. finally, he’s enough as he is. finally, he feels like someone loves him.

fred weasley

giving: quality time

quality time and acts of service are the big ones for fred. he’s willing to put himself into dangerous situations during the war (rip fred weasley, you deserved better) and the battle of seven potters. besides that, he thrives on bringing people together and making connections. he’s super friendly to everyone, a classic jokester, and he shows his love through the time he spends around people, especially george. they were always together. it hurts that they can't be anymore.

receiving: quality time

fred spent like all of his time with george when they were first starting weasleys’ wizard wheezes. granted, that was because starting a business takes a lot of time and effort, but it shows how fred is willing to spend time focusing on his passions. that led me to think he’d find it super important to spend time with his loved ones, and he would want his partner to spend a lot of time with him too. he uses humor as a defense mechanism and a coping mechanism, but deep down he knows that the war is actually dangerous and will have real consequences, such as bill getting mauled or george losing an ear. (or, you know, FRED LOSING HIS LIFE.) so he treasures every little moment with his loved ones.

draco malfoy

giving: acts of service

thinking about this was actually really hard. draco’s such a cold person, and he’s never shown love; all his selfless actions can be chalked up to fear and having no choice. so I had to look at when and why he married astoria. and this meant dipping into the cursed child, which I’ve never read fully but have read enough to be able to say I hate it and I don’t accept it. he truly did love astoria, even when his relationship with his parents suffered because of it. he became a better person because of astoria--miss  girl really said “I can fix him”. he even went so far as to disregard his father’s wishes when he wanted to let the malfoy line die with him. so I think when he really does find someone he loves, draco can be a pretty selfless person.

receiving: words of affirmation

gosh, just how much do people suck up to him? he was treated like a king in his early hogwarts years, and he loved it. I think the deeper reason is that he grew up without a ton of verbal affection from his family, so that’s something he craves from other places--a partner, or peers. the first time he hears an “I love you”, he’d be absolutely shocked and maybe turn cold or shut down. after some time and patience from both of you, he’d slowly begin to accept praise or loving words. if he’s feeling brave, he may even reciprocate them. only when it’s in the middle of the night and he’s pretty sure you’re asleep, though.

cedric diggory

giving: quality time

cedric spent a lot of time with cho when they were together; they would always go on dates and spend a lot of time together in between classes. it shows how much he values spending time with his loved ones. another giving love language of his is definitely quality time, because cedric is 100% a giver. he tipped harry off about the golden egg. he wanted harry to take the cup when they were in the maze. he’s just such a nice guy.

receiving: physical touch

this is for two reasons. one because I want it to be, and two because did you see his face when rita skeeter ruffled his hair in the movie? the guy was not having it, but I bet if the right person did it he’d be all blushy and smiley. also when harry went to the courtyard to tell him about the dragons, he was literally laying in his friend’s lap. and I can’t remember correctly, but wasn’t it said that he and cho would constantly hold hands? yeah. enough said.

remus lupin

giving: acts of service

remus does so much for others. he was one of the best defense against the dark arts professors for a reason. and even if his competition wasn’t so poor, I’m sure he would’ve been just as popular. he’s a natural mentor and caregiver, always there for others and sometimes neglecting his own needs because of it. he engages with his students on a personal level, especially harry, and he is always willing to put himself in danger for others, as seen in the battle of seven potters and the battle of hogwarts.

receiving: words of affirmation

this and quality time. for quality time, he spent a lot of time with his friends in school, and he spent a lot of time with harry when he was the datda professor. this time really helped grow his relationships and helped him feel close to his newfound family. as for words of affirmation, I think it’s obvious; as a kid, he never really had friends, and as a result he secretly yearns for encouragement and emotional support. kind words and whispered promises that everything will be okay. that is how remus lupin feels loved.

sirius black

giving: quality time

sirius spent so much time with his friends when he was young. he had a really rocky relationship with his family, so he gave all of his love to his friends. he and james were practically inseparable, they had such a nice connection. on top of that, after barely any human interaction for twelve whole years in azkaban, he treasures every single moment he has with his loved ones. it’s like every time he and his partner are together, he looks at them and can hardly believe this is real. but it is real. he’s out of azkaban, he’s free, and he has such an amazing partner to spend the rest of his life with. that’s decades! (I can’t with sirius’s death, I--no. he did not die.)

receiving: words of affirmation

sirius spent his childhood and adult life being rejected and ridiculed. that’s got to hurt, especially when he was literally in azkaban for something he didn’t do. he was so deprived of love and general human interaction for twelve years that I imagine he’d initially be kind of awkward or even scared when his partner first shows him love through praise or verbal affection. after a while though, he’d warm up and hopefully show that youthful, happy side of him again. also, he’d probably be big on quality time, since he got none of it at all during his azkaban years.

james potter

giving: words of affirmation

ah, finally someone who’s not acts of service or quality time! at this point I think maybe it’s just me. james is teasing and playful with his words; he’s very vocal about his affection and appreciation for his friends and loved ones. he did, after all, ask lily out pretty much every time he saw her. not at all like remus, who is a love letters and secret admirer kind of guy.

receiving: words of affirmation

james loved hearing praise and support. especially when he was in school. fuel his ego. that’s it.

tom riddle

giving: words of affirmation

I don’t think voldemort could physically feel love. I sometimes wonder if tom riddle and voldemort were different people, and honestly that’s a can of worms I don’t want to get into right now. I believe there’s some sort of theory that he can’t feel love because he was conceived while his dad was under a love potion? I have no idea. the important thing is that we all know how good tom riddle was at manipulating people. flattery gets you nowhere, they say, well clearly not if you’re tom marvolo riddle, because flattery got him everywhere. so he would use words to flatter people and show his admiration or appreciation of them, but was any of it actually real? I doubt it.

receiving: words of affirmation

honestly kind of the same deal with draco, but he's a lot worse. he wants to be treated like a king--scratch that, he wants to be treated like a god. he craves affirmation for his greatness and abilities. all his followers praise him endlessly, calling him “my lord” and sucking up to him. he also wanted his ideologies to be affirmed and supported by others. let’s face it, words of affirmation were just another way for him to prove to himself that he’s the greatest.

just a heads up guys, I'm so tired as I'm writing this so it was unedited

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summertime at the burrow

A/N: i want to be an honorary weasley please im literally begging. notice me molly weasley

Pairings: Best Friend!Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fred finally invites his best friend home over summer holiday. Neither of you expected it to go so well. 3.7k words.

Warnings: fluff, best friends to lovers, ungodly amount of shenanigans, friendly bullying/teasing, mud wrestling, kissing, (friendly) violence, pet names (trouble, snookums, sugarplum, sweetheart), cursing, borderline frog abuse

"Good morning, trouble."

You hop into the seat next to him that he’d been saving for you. In fact, he’d been saving it for you since the first time you plopped down beside him after the sorting hat declared your house first year. You laughed when he shook your hand. He thought you had the cutest smile. Then you teased him for his devilish charm and he called you catty, and you’ve been teasing each other ever since.

"Are you packed and ready?” He sounds more worried than that time he nearly shattered his collar bone during a vicious Quidditch scrimmage. “We're leaving bright and early tomorrow. Mum says she's preparing a hearty lunch for our guests." Fred scarfs down the rest of his breakfast and turns to look at you to find you're looking back at him in bewilderment.

"Somebody's excited," you tease, ruffling his fiery locks and glancing over at George with a grin.

"If you think this is bad, you should see him before winter holidays," George huffs.

“I have.”

Fred rolls his eyes at you and you jab him in the side.

"Where are the lot of you off to?" Lee perks up from across the table, setting his plate down and wiggling his way between Alicia and Angelina.

"I finally got my honorary invite to the Weasley burrow this summer," you chirp, wrapping your arm over Fred's shoulders and leaning him into your side.

Lee cocks a brow and smirks at a suddenly and uncharacteristically shy Fred. "Well, it's about time! You've only been dating for—"

You shake your head. "No, not dating, Lee. I swear we've been over this—"

"Oh, we've been over it plenty. I just choose to ignore wicked witches when they lie—!"

You practically leap across the table with your teeth gritted to grab for his robes when you're stopped by the laughing twins holding you back from tearing into him. "Lee Jordan, you take that back right now, or so help me your mother will wonder why your hair's gone purple!"

"I'm not going to apologize for being lied to!"

"Let me at him! I'm trying to defend my honor here!"

"Miss—young lady!”—McGonagall appears behind you, sending you into shock and barreling back onto the bench—“Settle down! You're frightening the first years, and we typically prefer they come back in the fall."

"Apologies, professor, I was simply trying to have a friendly discussion with my classmate," you say, gesturing to Lee who smiles begrudgingly.

"Right, well, from now on, let's have our discussions from across the furniture, not on top of it." She wanders away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Lee who is doubled-over and cackling at your being caught.

“I hope you know, we’re going to receive the same third-degree from my dear mother,” Fred mumbles in your ear. His heart races when you turn to him, a playful glint in your eye. You blink sweetly and rest your hand on his knee when he tucks his arm around your lower back. “But don’t worry, sugarplum, it’s never too late to try.”

He winks. Your eyes go wide, and you shove at his shoulder with a chuckle disguised by a scoff.

“Scabbers not the only rat in the Weasley family, I see.”

“That is exactly what I’m talking about, there’s no way you two are just friends—”

A slice of ham sticks to Lee’s cheek with a cold, wet slap as you eye him from across the table.

“Don’t listen to him, snookums, he just doesn’t understand our complicated arrangement,” Fred says, nudging your cheek with his nose and holding back laughter.

“Gross,” George mutters, grinning before he’s met with the same lunchmeat backhand his friend so rudely received. “Suppose I could’ve predicted that one.”

…

You wipe the sweat from your brow, slinging your carry-on over your shoulder before bending down to pick up your trunk. You’re trailing behind most of the rest of the group, just a few steps behind the twins while their younger siblings charge ahead through the field with Harry and Hermione. Fred checks in with you every couple of meters, making sure you don’t need any serious medical attention.

Once the twins breach the front door, you take a seat outside on your trunk, fanning yourself with your hand and throwing your head back. Then you hear:

“Fred, you better get out there and help that poor girl with her things!”

“Sorry, mum!”

You chuckle when he appears in the doorway moments later, winded as ever, hair plastered to his forehead, and still grinning wildly as he jogs over.

“What’s a lovely young lady like yourself doing outside all alone on such an unbearably hot afternoon?”

“Sweating like swine.”

“Ravishing,” he teases, shooing you off the suitcase, “head inside, mum’s absolutely itching to meet you.”

So you do. You can see her welcoming her children and their friends alike, and it fills you with the warmth of fresh gingerbread and the nerves of a teenage boy during school dance season.

“My dear!” she coos, arms outstretched even though a thin year of sweat coats every inch of your body, even though you’ve been wearing these clothes for a day, and even though you’re breathing heavy like a dog. She’s got her arms outstretched like you’re family.

“I’ve heard so much about you from Fred, and, goodness, you’re even prettier than he said you’d be!” —She gasps when he walks through the door, hauling your trunk in tow—“Don’t tell him I told you.”

“It’s been five minutes and you two are already sharing secrets about me. Only seven more days, Freddie,” he mumbles, setting the trunk down with a thud.

“Oh, well! It’s wonderful to finally meet you, dear, Ginny will show you to your room and lunch will be ready once you’re all settled!”

“Thank you, Mrs Weasley—”

“Oh, none of that, call me Molly.”

Your brows knit when she smiles at you so gently before making her way back to the kitchen.

“Thank you, Molly!”

Fred hops up from where he’d been relaxing on an armchair, clapping you on the arm with a reassuring smile.

“Everything processing alright up there?”

You nod.

“Peachy. Now give me a smile, you’re scaring me.”

You squint at him and pinch his arm, simpering when he hisses and swats your dry-gulching fingers away.

“That’ll do!”

“We’re up this way,” Ginny chirps as she rushes by and tugs you by the hand up the stairs.

Fred watches after you, rubbing his arm with a mean look on his face just before his playful resentment fades and his affections settle into the apples of his cheeks. This is going to be a long seven days.

…

Fred had never invited anyone to stay at the burrow. He preferred the company of his close family and whoever his mother deemed Weasley-enough herself. But he’d been saving this invitation. It stewed in the back of his mind for years before he mustered up the courage to offer it to you.

Ridiculous. That’s how it sounded in his head: ridiculous. If he wanted to ask you, he should have done it at the first chance. That’s what Fred would do. But he could never bring himself to get the words out whenever he swore to himself today would be the day. Because you’d just look at him with those damned doe eyes—you’d test his boundaries and make him all gushy inside—and it was like he was suddenly turned to a tongue-tied and pathetic halfwit.

And now here you are. An unofficial part of his family. But nevertheless a part of it. You’d found the annual Weasley strawberry-picking trip to be wonderful despite Fred pulling cheap pranks on you and the fact that it was basically sweltering outside. When you returned, you all spread out in the family room with bowls of the dewy berries in each of your laps. Everyone claimed a seat while you and Fred were forced to share the hardwood floor. You ended up tossing the small fruits into each other’s mouths with your legs laid across his thighs.

At one point, he lands one of the berries down your blouse. Almost immediately, he starts to laugh, clutching his chest while you gawk at him.

“You better start running, trouble.”

He gulps and scampers to his feet before scurrying out the front door. You take off after him, shouting curses into the wind when he rounds a corner.

You follow his footsteps but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“I swear, if I ever get my hands on you—”

He grabs your waist from behind you, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “You can put your hands on me whenever you’d like, sugarplum—”

“Merlin’s Beard, Fred! You scared the shit out of me!”

You jolt away, and he thinks you look genuinely angry this time. But he smiles and your features soften. Then you’re after him again, bounding into the tall grass with an uproar of laughter.

…

You spend the next few days of your vacation trying to beat Ron at chess then deciding it may be better if you and Harry team up to try and beat Ron at chess. You also take Ginny and Hermione shopping while the gaggle of boys trail behind the three of you grumbling and whining about missing their beloved Quidditch game.

You offer to help Molly with every meal, and she only accepts once you convince her your desserts are a crowd favorite back home. She’s proud to say she’s impressed, and she grows even prouder when you admit you adore big families like hers and see at least two kids of your own in your future.

Arthur takes a liking to you after you listen to him rave about the kind of items muggles use day-to-day and how fascinating their modern technology has become in recent years. He’s thrilled to find you actually take interest in his tinkering and collections and whatnot.

But most of all, you spend your time at the burrow with Fred. He steals you away after meals and keeps you up late to teach you his favorite charms. One overcurious evening finds you two perched together on the bathroom floor whispering and giggling while you brush a bold smokey-eye onto his eyelids. Let’s just say dinner that night was nothing short of hilarious: a look that Fred will never live down.

On the fifth morning, you jostle him awake. He whines about the sun not even being up yet while you drag him down the steps and shove your socked feet into an extra pair of rubber boots.

“What’s the bucket for?” he whispers, traipsing down the path along the side of the house when you stop dead in your tracks.

“Shh!” You press your gloved finger to his lips. A chorus of croaks erupts from the marsh beside the house. Nothing out of the ordinary for Fred, in fact that sound had often soothed him to sleep. But there’s a dangerous glint in your eye that tells him you’re on a mission.

“Can’t we do this when the sun is up? It’s cold and I’m tired—”

“The faster we catch ‘em, the faster we can go back to bed,” you whisper as your boot sinks into the edge of the muddy body of water. He sighs and sinks in next to you with his hands on his hips.

“I can’t believe you’ve convinced me to do this. You’re lucky you’re so pretty or you’d never get away with anything.”

You purse your lips and wade a little further out, looking out at the cooly rippling water beneath the sliver of sunrise.

“Yes, I would,” you say, quietly but so matter-of-fact he’s inclined to believe you.

Just then you spring into action, shoveling a small frog into your bucket with a victorious grunt. A few minutes later, he shuffled over to you and lowers his cupped palms into your bucket: three more frogs settle down into the center with a wet plop. You beam up at him, and it’s worth the early morning trouble to see you so happy and have you so close.

“So what do you plan on doing with these poor creatures once we’re done?”

You sit on the bank of the waterbed, sighing and setting the bucket beside you. He watches you from the water while you examine the small blob of darkness in the center of your palm. The bottom of the bucket is lined with croaking frogs, and the sun is well above the horizon, dousing the sky in soft pink and warm rose.

“I’m going to let them go.”

He lets out a sharp breath, hands falling to his sides, leaving streaks of mud down his tee shirt.

“You’re joking.”

You look up at him. You’re not joking.

“No,” he huffs. “You did not drag me out of my nice, warm bed to catch a million slimy frogs in the freezing cold dark just to let them go again.”

“Oh, but I did.” You’re crazy, he thinks. You’re crazy and it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. Doesn’t make you any less crazy, though it might make him much less sane.

You set the frog down in the grass and leave the bucket tipped over. The small creatures immediately flood out from the splotchy tin opening into the newborn daylight and the crisp morning air. You stand and wipe your hands against each other a few times, scrunching your nose and finally meeting his eyes again.

“What’s wrong, trouble? Cat got your tongue?”

You grin.

“You know, one of these days, I’m going to say ‘no’ to you, and it’ll be a rude awakening.”

Fred walks past you like he’s really mad. Like it was an uncrossable line and you treated it like the tape at the end of a marathon. He’s hulking back towards the house when you grab his wrist to get his attention.

“What?”

But you don’t look sad. You don’t look pitiful or hurt. You look like you’re scheming, and it drives him crazy. As if he could ever say ‘no’ to you.

“You think I’m pretty,” you coo, batting your lashes just to get on his nerves. His breath hitches, and he feels warm despite the nipping cold of the morning.

“Unrelated.”

You drop his hand and cross your arms over your chest with a pout. He continues leisurely toward the burrow, tossing his gloves to the ground with a huff of hot air.

“Fred?” you call. And you sound worried, so he’s compelled to whip around. But when he does, he’s met with a rude awakening.

It was a misstep. A silly mistake, the wrong footing. Easily avoidable, and yet he didn’t avoid it. So he’s ass-first into a mud puddle with you shrieking in laughter about a meter away.

“You’re awful,” he grumbles, both hands propping him up and seeping into the thick mud as seconds tick by.

“I’m sorry! Freddie, I’m so sorry,” you cackle, taking a few steps toward him with tears of joy in your eyes. “But you should have seen your face!”

“Help me up,” he says, shaking his head and wiping his hand down his pajama pants before holding it outstretched to you. You grab it and tug enough to leverage him out of the muck. But he doesn’t budge. And in that moment, your eyes are filled with fear. Then, with one jolt, you topple down into the mud right beside him.

“Fred!”

“An eye for an eye, sugarplum.”

You push yourself up onto your hands to find your entire front is caked in mud, the mess narrowly avoiding your chin and above.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, bring it on,” Fred teases.

You smirk just before a handful of mud is smeared across his chest by your slippery glove.

“Your move, trouble.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, looking down at the abstract art work fondly. But not quite fondly enough to hold himself back. His fingers dig into the puddle determinedly just before patting the top of your head with it like a stray dog. You squint your eyes closed and groan before peeking one eye open and coating his cheek in mud.

You make it to your feet and Fred hurls a ball of mud at your ass but he misses and it lands in the grass in front of you. You bolt around the back of the house, but he hurls a hunk towards your shoulder blade. You yelp and shout at him:

“You’re supposed to be a gentleman!”

“I’ll show you a gentleman, sweetheart,” he hollers it just before he catches up to you. You squeal and nearly slip on a slick patch of grass, but before you can leap out of his reach, he grabs your upper arm and presses you against the tree just behind your back.

“That’s not playing fair, Freddie, I’ve got nowhere to run,” you say, breathlessly grasping at the edge of his shirt with a tired smile. He chuckles and plants one palm against the bark beside your head, bringing the other hand to cup the side of your neck.

“You don’t need to run anywhere,” he mumbles, “just stay here.” The dried mud on the pad of his thumb draws a swipe of dirt down your cheek. Your fingers curl around his wrist and your lips part sweetly when he leans in.

“Time to come inside, you two! Breakfast is ready!”

Your eyes go wide when he leans his forehead against the tree with a grumbled curse.

“I suppose I am quite peckish!” you chirp, dragging him along behind you all the way to the front door. You leave your boots and gloves outside and brush some of the dried dirt from your pajamas.

You sit across from him at breakfast and catch him stealing glances at you every so often. With a mouth full of food, you wink at him with a dirt-smeared face and almost make him spit out his juice when you kick him under the table. George teases the two of you about wrestling in the mud while Molly scolds Fred about tracking it into the house.

…

Before long, you’re facing the final night of your stay. You’d been dreading the end since the beginning, and now that it’s here, you’re heartbroken. It’s been nothing but fun and you’ve never felt so wonderfully vulnerable with so many people around.

But the thing you’ll miss most is Fred. He could sense you pulling away the last couple of days. Trying to shield yourself from the impact of reality. No matter how hard he tried to cheer you up, he knew nothing could stop you thinking about how much packing up and leaving would hurt.

With your things splayed out across the floor of your temporary room, you had started packing hours ago but kept finding ways to distract yourself and avoid the idea of leaving altogether.

“Need any help?” Fred knocks on the doorframe, leaned against it and wearing the blue jumper you once told him he looked best in. You smile up at him from the floor.

“No,” you huff, “but some company would be nice.”

He perks up and shuffles around your belongings to plant himself on the edge of the bed. You had made the bed up nicely, tucked the duvet and set the pillows out nicely. He told you you didn’t have to, but you did it anyways.

After a few minutes of folding and refolding the same shirt, you stand from the floor and join him on the bed. He’s leaned back onto his elbows when he nudges your foot with his. You nudge him back but don’t turn to look at him. So he sits up and bumps you with his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, fussing with the edge of your shorts to distract himself, “Being here, I mean. As a part of our family.”

You smile down at his fiddling fingertips and inch closer, looking at him with this half-sad, half-happy look that has him confused and hopeless and head over heels and confused.

“I had a really, really nice time,” you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder and letting your eyes drift closed.

“So…”

You chuckle and smile to yourself, “So…?”

You sit up when the floor rattles a little, a thudding coming from the room below you. Then George shouts.

“Get it over with already!”

You both look at each other and giggle. Fred leans back again and you watch him tilt his head back and let out a sigh. His chest rises and falls beneath that damned blue sweater, and you trace your fingertips over his knuckles. He lifts his head and smiles cheekily at you, like he knows what’s going on inside your head. Like he has any idea. And for once, you think he might be pretty close.

You practically tackle him to the bed, smiling against his mouth when he cradles your face in one hand and rests the other on your waist where your shirt had ridden up from the ruckus.

You pepper soft kisses over his blushing face, leaving faintly glossy lip prints on his cheeks and nose and forehead and a stray one on the column of his neck. He goes slack against the bed, satisfied and content and happy all because of you. But still, he lazily opens his eyes and grins mischievously and says:

“Took you long enough.”

You smack your hand against his chest just hard enough to warn him.

“Oh, you’re trouble, Weasley.”

He cups your hand against his warm chest and his smile ebbs from mischief to something not as easily recognized. Something that makes him shy and pink thanks to the girl who likes the freckles across the bridge of his nose in the summer and his hands even when they’re covered in mud. Love that makes him much less sane for the girl who might just be crazy for loving him back.

And all of it makes him hold your hand and lean up to kiss you one more time.

masterlist

[hermiones-amortentia]

Does the Weasley bashing stem from their horrible portrayal in movies or there's another reason behind it aka good ol' classism?

Arthur is seen as this aloof, dumb, airhead guy who only talks about rubber ducks. When he is one of the prominent members of the order of the phoenix, exclusively fights death Eaters, is reasonably intelligent and has strong moral compass. Meanwhile Lucius is seen as this badass intelligent suave powerful guy who loses to a couple of 15 yos in the department of mysteries fight.

Molly treats harry as her own son. She risks her life and his family to keep harry safe. She actively fights against deatheaters. She literally never takes a single penny from Harry. But she is seen as this overbearing toxic boy mom who apparently steals from Harry's vault, uses love potion on Harry and Hermione and plots with dumbledore to pimp her daughter. Meanwhile Narcissa the racist, classist, bigoted woman who was gleefully watching an 18 yo girl getting crucioed in her own house by her mad sister is seen as this aristocrat, progressive muggleborn lover wholesome mom who only wants her son to be safe.

Both Narcissa and Molly are housewives. I see numerous people complaining how it's out of character for Molly to kill Bellatrix in a duel when she is an active member of the order for years. While the same people do not give a f that Narcissa lied to the most powerful occlumence in the world. No one says it's out of character.

Don't get me started on Percy and his redemption. Percy came back to his senses, apologized, fought in the battle of Hogwarts. One of the best redemptions after kreacher's. Yet I see no one's salivating over it since people claim to love redemption so much. Yet the fangirling over Regulus Black's futile attempt to get the locket after his slave was harmed by voldemort or Draco Malfoy being the bare minimum king not killing dumbledore face to face are seen as peak redemption.

Also while we are on this topic, Percy got more OWLs than Hermione. He is extremely academic and bright. Why does no one say Percy is Hermione's 'intellectual equal' when so called 'hermione fans' are all about finding her intellectual equal?

Ron. Oh dear ol Ron. Where to start? Boy gets 7 OWLs with mostly Es, is a chess prodigy, can mimic a language that is almost impossible for anyone to copy, is praised by a qualified auror for his combative skills, can conjure slugs with a nonverbal spell in second year, is witty, sarcastic yet he is 'dumb' and 'stupid'. Meanwhile the guy whose father openly says that if his marks don't improve he would have to become a thief or a plunderer and who takes an entire year to fix the vanishing cabinet is seen this smartest wizard in his year. Hermione's true intellectual equal. Ron who gloats about his wife's success and intellect and is her biggest cheerleader is seen as 'he would hold her back and would resent her success' meanwhile the guy who verbally emotionally as well as physically abused her for being a muggleborn, for being smart, is seen as this progressive feminist icon.

Also there's this notion that Ron would want a wife similar to his mother and would prefer a house wife when Ron's one of the biggest insecurities is his mom doesn't love him and he is Expendable. He would keep his wife barefeet pregnant like his mom when his wife became the minister of magic. Meanwhile the progressive feminist icon's wife is a house wife. Not that there's anything wrong in being a house wife. I am just pointing out the irony.

Ginny hate is a combination of both classism and mysogyny. She dated 2 guys before Harry so she is a wh***. Meanwhile Hermione who dated 2 guys before Ron is pure virgin mary.

Bill while not as much bashed as the others is still accused of stealing from Harry's vault, love potioning Fleur and helping dumbles to execute his plan.

Fred George and Charlie get the least amount of hate because

1. They didn't come in the way of people's non canon ships.

2. They are not as relevant as the other Weasleys. So it's easy to ignore them.

The amount of classism and aporophobia Weasleys face is insane.

[apparentlytheproblem]

s w e a t e r w e a t h e r

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy

a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.

The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.

"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"

love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?

"yeah, let's head back" you assented.

a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.

"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"

their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn

"it would be more than alright sweetheart"

fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god

His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.

it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.

Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.

"it smells like you"

[nadinebrooks]

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Your Best Friend

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

Neville Longbottom: At first it seemed like an unlikely pairing, but at the same time it just made sense. You had such an outgoing and bubbly personality while Neville was more introverted and kept to himself. You two perfectly balanced each other out. The two of you met the first day you arrived at Hogwarts. Once the hat placed you in Gryffindor, you sat down by him and promptly introduced yourself. Whenever people made fun of Neville, you were always there to stand up for him. He didn’t need to say it, but you knew that he was thankful to have you there when Draco was feeling particularly mouthy that day. You were able to bring out that fun and energetic side of him that had been longing to come out while he was able to bring you back down to earth. 

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

Hermione Granger: It was no surprise to anyone that you and Hermione became quick friends once you had gotten talking to each other. At first Ron was a little hesitant to officially introduce the two of you once he became romantically involved with you. Ginny told him that there was nothing to be worried about. She knew that the two of you would get along pretty well. A lot of the students at Hogwarts were always comparing you two which could be a little annoying sometimes. Sometimes you joke about how she should have been placed in Ravenclaw with you. Even though you had never expressed this out loud to her, you did question why the hat hadn’t placed her in Ravenclaw. You had also wondered what that would be like - having your best friend in the same house as you. Even though you two were similar in the academic aspect of your lives, you were completely different in almost every other way. 

Draco: Slytherin, pureblood, year below

Blaise Zabini: You two practically grew up together. He knew you better than you knew yourself. You didn’t even have to say anything and Blaise already knew what you were thinking. He was good at finishing your sentences and even better at giving you advice. Even if that advice wasn’t something that you wanted to hear. But he didn’t care. He had never been one to sugarcoat things. Your family was surprised when you had taken an interest in Draco rather than him. Contrary to popular belief, you and Blaise had never been romantically involved in any way. Most girls stayed away from him because they thought he was into you. It was the same for you; most guys avoid you too. From time to time Draco did get jealous, but the both of you told him to get over himself. 

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

Angelina Johnson: George loved the idea of two of the most important women in his life being close friends. At first Angelina wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. Slytherin weren’t known for having the best reputation at Hogwarts and you completely understood where Angelina was coming from. When he asked Angelina to spend some time with you, she told him off and stormed away. There was no way she would hangout with a Slytherin if she could help it. But as she was thinking about it, she realized she had never heard a bad thing about you. Whenever she saw you walking around the castle, you were always smiling at everyone. She started noticing that in the classes you took together, you would go out of your way to help anyone that needed it. You would help classmates study for Herbology exams and practice wand movements for Transfigurations. Angelina was a little confused as to why you had been placed in Slytherin. She could see you in any house but that one. When she asked Geoge about it, he just shrugged and said that’s what the hat wanted. One day George had gotten tired of Angelina coming up with excuses as to why she couldn’t spend some time with you. So being the sneaky redhead that he was, he managed to trick Angelina and lock her in the same room as you. An hour later, he came back to let her out. He expected the room to be completely silent, but he was met with the two of you giggling so hard that she had tears streaming down her cheeks.  

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio)

Ginny Weasley: Ginny Weasley was a friendly girl and had lots of people who she considered her friend. It was an honor for Ginny to call you her best friend. You were a little more on the quiet side so it was harder for you to make friends. Even though you were a year older than Ginny, it felt like she had taken you under her wing. Before you and Fred started seeing each other, you mentioned staying at Hogwarts during Christmas break, but Fred refused to let that happen when he knew that his mum was more than willing to have you at their home. At the Weasley’s house, you found yourself lodging in Ginny’s room. Ginny said it was like pulling teeth to get you to talk to her, but eventually she managed to break through that exterior shell. And once she did, the two of you were inseparable. Ginny noticed the looks that you and Fred gave each other when you thought that nobody was watching. She absolutely adored you and practically begged Fred to ask you out on a date. You brought out a side of Fred that she had never seen before and she couldn’t wait for him to make you a Weasley. 

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

George Weasley: At first you two didn’t really get along. You thought that both of the Weasley twins needed to take life a little more seriously. The reason that they were at Hogwarts was to get an education so that they could get a job after school and contribute to society. However, you soon realized that neither of them were looking to get that traditional job like most wizards. Cedric did find the twins entertaining so he would often hang out with them during his free time and drag you along. At first you did your best to avoid them to keep from getting annoyed. Everyone seemed to love them, but you weren’t sure why they rubbed you the wrong day. Late one evening, after a Quidditch game where Gryffindor beat Slytherin, the twin threw a party. Cedric brought you along and after a couple of shots of fire whiskey, you found yourself dancing on a table with George Weasley. George taught you how to not take life so seriously. You can’t change how people feel about you so don’t try. Do what you love and be happy. 

[leahsflwer]

Slytherin Master list -

Gryffindor Master List -

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Ravenclaw Master List -

Marauders master list -

[fairyofspringdays]

The Weasley Family Spouses - Which Weasley is the hottest?

(bill x fleur, percy x oliver, fred x angelina, george x lee, ron x hermione, ginny x harry)

the six weasley spouses were asked to rate all the weasley siblings from most attractive to least. here are the responses:

Fleur

#1 bill - hubby!!! so respectful and sweet and loving, but also so fiery! that hair really gets her going... she had thought his scars were hot even before greyback happened, and he is no less attractive now!

#2 percy - a gentleman, treats her with respect. learnt french to properly communicate with her! he said he'd always wanted to learn another language and when he heard bill was marrying a french girl, it was the perfect opportunity to learn. what a shame that he's gay.

#3 charlie - also respectful. asks interesting questions and always willing to talk. not bad-looking.

#4 fred and george - also respectful. too caught up in themselves to really give her time.

#5 ron and ginny - no.

Oliver

#1 percy - he is the BEST. he is intelligent i mean sure he is academically smart but he's also just intrinsically smart and really thoughtful and caring and sweet and— (cut off before he could go into a full blown rant)

#2 charlie - attractive, great at quidditch. he had a crush on charlie when he was young.

#3 bill and ginny - also attractive and great at quidditch. they overwhelm him a bit.

#4 ron - he doesn't know the kid very well but he must be cool since harry likes him, right?

#5 fred and george - ANNOYING. (he is biased because the twins don't treat percy well)

Angelina

#1 fred - well, obviously. but tell him she put george on top just to fuck with him.

#2 ginny - she's not gay, but...

#3 george - physically attractive, too similar but also too different from fred for her to give him a proper number. either way, he is gay, so.

#4 bill - very cool, nice long hair. she wants to convince fred to grow out his hair too.

#5 ron, percy, and charlie - all physically attractive in their own ways. she doesn't know them well enough to comment further.

Lee

#1 george - very very cute. nice fluffy red hair and pretty hazel eyes. just... very cute.

#2 bill - cool as hell.

#3 charlie and ginny - also cool as hell, just a bit less.

#4 ron - pretty cool actually, but he's always preferred his men more muscly than tall.

#5 percy - he needs to loosen up a bit. he might know just the thing to get percy to do that, but he's not single, so...

#6 fred - a gremlin.

Hermione

(the only contestant who protested at first, but was eventually persuaded)

#1 ron - very thoughtful and caring, he's brave and loyal and so wonderfully smart and cute! and he can cook!!!

#2 everyone else - more like siblings to her than anything. she does appreciate percy's smarts and the twins' charms, but they're just not ron.

Harry

#1 ginny - she's cool, she's hot, she's wonderfully fiery and he could spend all day mooning after her.

#2 ron - ron's his best mate so he has a moral obligation to put him high on the least. (but he IS very sweet and caring and, well, if hermione broke up with him...)

#3 bill - he's not gay, but...

#4 fred and george - very fun to be around.

#5 charlie - physically very attractive. did not comment further.

#6 percy - he's a nerd but also there's something endearing about him.

[httpvomitello]

Could you do George x quiet!Hufflepuff!reader? Like the reader is rather quiet and introverted and they don't have many friends that sorta thing

Hello, hellooo! I hope you like it ~ ♡

Louder Than Words .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: They weren’t lonely—not exactly—but they weren’t surrounded by friends, either. That was just how they liked it. And then George Weasley happened.

george weasley x gn!reader

While most students spent their free time socializing in the common rooms or causing chaos in the corridors, Y/N preferred the peace of the library’s towering bookshelves. The scent of parchment and ink was comforting, the quiet hum of pages turning more soothing than any conversation.

And yet, somehow, George Weasley had found them.

And now, he wouldn’t leave.

“Y/N,” he whined, flopping onto the bench across from them, his arms stretched dramatically over the table. “This is so boring.”

Y/N didn’t look up from their book. “Then why are you here?”

“Because you’re here,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N sighed, finally meeting his gaze. “And you hate being bored.”

“Exactly,” George grinned, looking proud. “So, naturally, I’m here to fix that.”

Y/N closed their book with a pointed thump and raised an eyebrow. “By annoying me?”

“By making your life infinitely more exciting.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Come on, Y/N. You spend way too much time in here. Don’t you want to have some fun?”

Y/N hesitated. Fun, to George, usually meant trouble. And while they weren’t opposed to rule-breaking in theory, they didn’t exactly thrive on it like he did.

“I am having fun,” they said simply.

George scoffed, glancing at their book. “That’s tragic.”

They rolled their eyes, but a small smile tugged at their lips. “What exactly do you want, George?”

“Ah! I thought you’d never ask.” He sat up straight, his grin widening. “I want you to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“Hogsmeade. Tomorrow. You. Me.” He gestured vaguely. “A thrilling adventure filled with mischief, laughter, and possibly a bit of light-hearted crime.”

They stared at him.

He sighed dramatically. “It’s a date, Y/N.”

Their heart skipped a beat. “You—you want to go on a date?”

“With you? Absolutely.”

Y/N felt their face heat up. This had to be a joke. George Weasley, one of the most popular, outgoing students at Hogwarts, was asking them—the quiet, introverted Hufflepuff—on a date?

They frowned slightly. “Are you messing with me?”

George’s playful expression softened. “Never.”

Y/N studied him carefully. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t teasing. He looked… sincere. Nervous, even.

Slowly, they exhaled. “Alright.”

George’s grin returned full force. “Brilliant. I’ll pick you up after breakfast.”

And with that, he stood up, winked at them, and walked away—leaving Y/N sitting there, wondering what on earth they had just agreed to.

Y/N had no idea how they ended up here.

They walked beside George, their hands stuffed into their coat pockets, their scarf wrapped tightly around them as they shivered in the chilly Hogsmeade air.

George, of course, seemed entirely unaffected by the cold. He walked with an easy confidence, grinning at them every time they met his gaze.

“Alright,” he said. “What’s the verdict? Having fun yet?”

Y/N hummed, pretending to consider. “It’s… tolerable.”

George gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “Tolerable?!”

They bit back a smile. “Maybe even enjoyable.”

“Merlin’s beard, they do have emotions!” George teased, bumping his shoulder against theirs.

Y/N rolled their eyes but didn’t pull away.

The day passed in a blur of laughter and lighthearted teasing. They visited Honeydukes, where George insisted on buying them sweets “as payment for their tragic lack of fun.” They stopped by the Three Broomsticks, where he slid them his Butterbeer with a cheeky “for my favorite Hufflepuff.”

And somewhere along the way, Y/N realized something.

They liked being around George.

He was loud, yes. And reckless. And so different from them.

But he was also kind. And funny. And he made them feel… seen.

Not just as the quiet one. Not just as someone in the background.

But as them.

By the time they got back to the castle, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. They stopped outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, the moment of parting lingering between them.

George stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So… did I win you over?”

Y/N smirked. “I suppose you weren’t completely unbearable.”

He grinned. “I’ll take it.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, before Y/N could overthink it, they leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek.

George froze.

Y/N stepped back, flustered. “Um—goodnight.”

They turned to go—

But before they could, George caught their wrist, spinning them back toward him.

And then—

He kissed them.

It wasn’t hurried or rough. It was warm, gentle, careful—like he was letting them set the pace. Like he was giving them the chance to pull away if they wanted to.

But they didn’t.

When he finally pulled back, he looked at them, a small, lopsided smile on his lips.

“Well,” he murmured. “That was unexpected.”

Y/N, still breathless, managed a quiet, “Was it?”

He chuckled. “Not really.”

They stood there, the moment stretching between them.

Then, George smirked. “So… can I call you my partner now, or do I need to schedule another completely tolerable date?”

Y/N rolled their eyes—but they were smiling.

“Another date might be acceptable.”

George beamed. “I knew I’d win you over.”